#I'm home now... just chilling today... I can finally start some projects I think so I'll try looking into starting those today...

[scarlettriot]

What do you think Kiri does for a hobby? Like he has video games with his bros and all of his different work outs and trainings. But what's the one thing he has that is just for himself? Like he feels kinda guilty about the amount money/time he puts into it, but it makes him happy and makes it easier to go home after a day of fighting villains and saving people.

Kats has his cooking, obviously. But Kiri is such a chill dude that I'm having a hard time pinning him down.

Hope Eiji made you smile today 😊

I’m so happy I can finally answer this!

So, I think Kiri has 2-3 hobbies of his own.

• I think he LOVES going to conventions. And, at first, it’s another way he gets to hang out with friends. He gets to geek out at panels with Izuku and he can cosplay with Mina.

I think his love of vintage hero memorabilia started here. I headcanon that there is this line of hero lunch boxes and he’s been working to collect all the Crimson Riot ones.

Because of that, he doesn’t just go to go cons, but also collectors shops, thrift stores, any place that might have them. And in this process he’s found a lot of other cool treasures too. So, he has a pretty extensive collection of vintage hero stuff.

• Wood and metal working are the other two hobbies I think he has that really are just his.

He picked up wood working first and he’s done it since he was pretty young actually. It started off as whittling little objects. He’d harden his fingers and carve away and over time, he got pretty good.

Then he graduated into making things actually. A shelf for his room, a rack for his lighter weights. No one actually thought he made them though.

It wasn’t until Ochaco got pregnant and he actually made her this beautiful elm crib with an ornate design that people realized he’d been making these things all along.

Now, metal work, I think he stumbled into later in life thanks to his face guard. He wanted to make some minor changes or maybe a piece broke off and rather than having to go through the trouble of sending it off to be fixed he had an, “I can just do it myself,” moment.

He did some research and the repair went smoothly and it held up. He felt pretty damn good about it. From there he wanted to try other small projects. Some failed and others succeeded with flying colors! It was a new hobby for him to really get into.

Mixed with the woodwork skills he’s had since childhood, and the metal crafting he seems to have a natural affinity for, Kirishima has made some gorgeous pieces.

[pbandjesse]

I had a really nice day. I am really tired but it was a good day still. Though none of the timing was what we wanted.

I slept alright last night but James woke me up a lot. So they have decided to put an extra blanket on the couch for when they really can't sleep and want a more solid surface.

So this morning was tough. But I got dressed and felt pretty cute. I am not 100% sure I am going to keep this dress but I felt good about myself today. Though I would take off my earrings half way through the day because my lobes hurt. Ah well.

James drove us to the museum. We stopped for breakfast. That made me feel a lot better. And then we were at work. I went to get my programs set up. And Kristen was soon there to set up the other one we were doing today.

We had on our schedule that the group was coming at 845. But there was a typo in one of the emails that had been sent to them. And they weren't actually coming until 945. Oops. So we had a lot of time to chill.

So we hung out in the back and I did my embroidery for the day. Me and Kristen talked about cost per wear and trying to get the most out of the things we have. It was a fun chat. And I enjoyed making my piece for the day.

The group was still running late. So everything felt disjointed. But it was fine.

My group was excellent kids. And I really had a lovely time hanging out with them. We had city builders first and I did the story telling with their buildings at the end and I really think it helped us make connections about how neighborhoods work.

They had lunch next. I had a lot of emails to send. To Jessica and the nursery to try to figure out my schedule for the next couple weeks. And I'm going to be busy! That is good. It makes me feel more secure. Like it'll make our budget go father. But it is hard not accidently double booking things. But I got everything written down and confirmed best I can for now.

We had our neighborhood tour after lunch. And the kids were so cute. There was a regular tour happening so I had to change the order a bit. But that was fine. Because of that some of the kids ran out of coins so I started telling them they were buying things on credit. And they just did a great job listening and being patient. I have been very lucky with my groups lately.

I started really losing steam by the end though. And so I dropped them off at the lunchroom and went to the back while they waited for their bus. I had to sit down. I would sit and put away costumes and reset everything. I really wanted to go home.

I sat with James for a few minutes while I confirmed some work stuff on my phone. And then I got myself together and headed out.

I went up to the dollar store to pick up the Lego boards for the printmaking project tomorrow. And was really excited that they had the hash browns I like. I haven't been able to find them in our grocery store for a while so this was super exciting.

I had a fun little talk with the cashier about some snacks she recommended. And the. I was out and on the road again.

MLK was super backed up. So it took twice as long to get home. But that was fine because I was in such a good mood. Because that nice homeless lady was finally at the corner where I met her before!! And I was able to give her the molecar I had saved for her. I pulled over and o asked if she was who I spoke to before and if she remembered me. And I was like I have this for you and she just seemed so surprised and happy. And then I was super happy. I was like. I have been looking out for you since before Christmas!! When I drove off I looked in my mirror and she seemed to be excitedly telling the guy she was with. I hope she is doing okay right now.

My bright feeling was dampened a little when I got home and realized my package was stolen. I am so mad about it because the email said they left the package at the back door. We don't have a back door?? Do they mean the ally?? So I walked to the ally and didn't see anything. But it's just so stupid. I made a report with UPS. But I am slightly sad about it.

When I came back inside I had to made a new invoice for a workshop. And got cozy in bed. I wanted to nap but I was anxious about waiting for an email that never came. So I couldn't turn my brain off.

I knew we were going to have dinner at Jessica Lebowitz's house at 5. So I was prepared for that. But then James got stuck at work for a whole extra hour. And they were very stressed about that but it was fine. She ended up using the extra hour to tidy up the house and get a shower. So it worked out in the end.

And dinner over there was nice. I forgot she had a lot of animals and while I loved petting them I really should have taken allergy medicine before we left. Thankfully I was able to keep my hands off my face and didn't have a freak out.

Dinner was good. Pasta was very tasty. And I enjoyed the company though we were all tired so some of the conversation was a bit stilted. I still enjoyed it. We talked about work and memories and plans. We got a little tour of the house. And net her dog and her cats. Her roommate came down to say hi. And it was a nice night.

Around 8 we said goodbye and headed out. I was tired. And happy to be back at our little space.

I fed the aquatics. And got a shower. And fixed some stuff that needed gluing. But now we are in bed. I am texting Jess who was at a wedding tonight. And I'm thinking about having some before bed cereal.

And tomorrow I have my last workshop of the series for the national guard. It's the printmaking one and we all know I love printmaking. Wish me luck. I am excited for a good day. And then tomorrow night we are supposed to go see a professional wrestling match?? I loved wwf when I was a kid. So this will be very fun.

Sleep well my friends. I love you all.

[evi-ie]

Sweet Dreams

YANDERE!XIAO X FEM!READER

Warnings:modern!AU,yandere,yandere themes,fem!reader,unhealthy/toxic relationship,manipulative behavior,kidnapping,obsessive behavior,cuss words,strict!parents

A/n:This is my first fanfiction,so if I didn't mention a warning pls tell me.Also English is not my first language so I'm sorry if there are grammar mistakes

Today was not the best day... You just got your history test and well for you your grade was low..Oh well,at least you got the best grade of all the students in your class.

"Why are you so sad? You got the best grade in the class! Not like the test was easy." You heard a familiar voice say as the girl sat next to you,it was your best friend Xiangling.

You sigh.

"I know, it's just that I don't think my parents will really like this after they come back"

Your parents are really strict when it was about your grades you always had to be the best in the class,you always had to have the best grade.Its not like you had any other choice because if you didnt obey there would be consequences... Right now they are on a business trip for two months,but they did send you money so you could pay the bills of the house and buy food.

"It's not like you can turn back time and correct your mistakes" "Anyway! I made you a bento because I know you can't cook!" Said Xiangling.

"Your a lifesaver!I forgot to bring food today."

Xiangling handed you the bento and you opened it.You were really shocked,it was a bear shaped onigiri.

"God! How did you manage to make these! They look so cute,I bet the are really tasty!"You say as happily as you could.

"Are those popsicles?"a boy said. "No they're not Chongyun" another boy said that was next to him and facepalmed. "Hello guys" you waved at them. "Hello" Xingqiu and Chongyun said in unison. As you all started a conversation you started eating the onigiri "It's so tasty!"you said and Xiangling giggled in response." Really? Can i have some?" Chonyun said "Of course not! Its mine! Xiangling made it for me!" You said snatching the food away before he could "Hey!" He said. "I mean she is right" Xingqiu said "HUH?"

Xiangling the entire time was trying to hold her laugh this entire time. You stopped eating and put the bento in your bag to stop you and Chongyun so you two wouldn't fight over some food.

After a while you felt someone staring at you sending chills down your spine. As time passed you started worrying. The bell suddenly rang meaning that school ended for the day, now you could go home to relax.

"Guys I have to go" you said.

"So early?" Xiangling said

"Yeah,I'm sorry I will make it up for you another day"

"Yay!" You packed your things and you waved at them and said "See you later" "Bye" all of them said.

As you were walking down the hall you stopped feeling someone was watching you.As you were about to leave you heard a sound as you got closer to the gate and you noticed that it was raining. You didn't even had an umbrella.

"Oh God, now what?" You then felt someone poking your shoulder."Huh?" It was a man as tall as you." Hello there Xiao,what are you doing here?" To be honest in the past you really liked Xiao but he didn't even know your existence so you stopped trying to get his attention,but you still have a small crush on him.

"Didn't we agree we would do that project in my house?" 'Oh shit I totally forgot' you thought "Yeah your right" you said

"Thankfully I have an umbrella...we can use it to go there" he said looking away blushing.

"Okay its not like I have any other choice I wouldn't want to get wet"

And with that he took out his umbrella and went with you to his house

When you finally got there,you took your shoes off and got straight to work,you wanted to finish this as soon as possible so you could go home and relax. After all that was the last homework you had to do because the teachers somehow decided to not give you homework.

After a while you had to use the restroom so you asked for directions,it was your first time in his house and it was big.

After you got the directions you headed up the stairs and you started walking toward the bathroom but of course you went exactly past it.

You opened the door...your eyes widened

There was a whole room with pictures of you and only you. Because you were an idiot you stepped in the room and examined it.

There were so many pictures and wherever you were you could see hearts.

Before you could step any further you felt something soft covering half of your face.Your vision started to blur,you tried to hit whoever that was but he was a lot of stronger than you.

Before everything faded you turned around and saw Xiao's face,his eyes had heart-shaped pupils.

"Sweet dreams....Love"

That's the last thing you heard and everything went black.

[show-choir-gal]

How You Two Meet - Slashers Preference

Masterlist of Masterslists

Thomas Hewitt: You were walking by the house after escaping a potential assaulter You had been walking for what seemed like hours. You had sliced clothes and open wounds. You were shivering uncontrollably and your eyes were swollen from sobbing. It was dusk when you came across a lone farm house in the middle of who knows where. You were so tired from walking, the attempted assault, and crying. Your body was finally starting to give out. You started to trip over almost every little thing. A sheriff car rolled up behind you. "Hey there, I'm sheriff Hoyt. Are you lost?" The man said as he rolled down his window to talk to you. That was the last straw and your body finally let go and you fell to the ground crying. Hoyt got out of his car and grabbed you and placed you in the passenger seat. Once you two were parked by the farm house, Hoyt called for a woman as he grabbed you and carried you into the house. He placed you down on a chair in the kitchen and a woman came running in. "Oh gosh, what happened?" The woman asked as she looked at you then Hoyt. "I don't know, she was just walking when I found her." A man in a leather mask walked into the room and immediately he was drawn to you. He stared lovingly at the woman in front of him. "Thomas, please stitch this young lady up so she can get better." The woman said as she sent the man to fetch his supplies. "I'm Luda May. I think Thomas really likes you. He'll stitch you right up and I'll fetch you a glass of water and you can explain everything, alright?"

Bubba Sawyer: Your car broke down by the farmhouse You were driving down a long dirt road when all of a sudden your car started to make a strange noise. You tried to power through it but to no avail. The car slowly came to a stop and would not turn back on. You screamed at the top of your lungs. When you looked back to the scenery in front of you, you can see two men walking towards you. "Everything good?" One of them said. "M-my car just broke down." You replied. "Ah yes, that often happens on this road. I'm Nubbins." The second man said as he smiled. "I'm sorry miss, I should've introduced myself. I'm Drayton. Nubbins and his brother are pretty good at cars and can get you on your way in no time. Would you like to come into the house to get away from this dreaded Texas heat while they work on your car?" "That would be great actually. I really appreciate the help. I'm Y/N." Nubbins stayed behind and Drayton walked you to the house. "We have a guest!" Drayton yelled as he lead you around the house and then finally lead you to the living room where an old man and another man with a mask. You sat down as Drayton explained what happend. Every now and again the other man, named Bubba, was always seeming to be staring at you. As soon as Drayton left, the old man spoke up. "Could you help me into th-" He started to ask with a smirk. "No." Bubba declared, which startled you. The old man began laughing, "Bubba seems to really like you."

Michael Meyers: You were stalked during your babysitting Your parents were going to a Halloween party and called you to come and babysit your little brother. You drove from your college to your childhood house and greeted your family as they waited for you in the living room. They handed you $20 for dinner and kissed you and your brother goodbye. You two ordered some pizza and fries and hung out for a little bit until you looked at your brother and told him that he needs to do his homework. "But why?" He begged. "Because I don't want to be yelled at for letting you get away with not doing homework. Besides, I'll do homework with you so you're not alone. After we're both done we can bake some Halloween cookies, deal?" He took and your hand and shook it, "Deal." "Alright kiddo, we got this." You two finished your homework about an hour and a half later and then once that was cleaned up you two started on the cookies. The cookies finished baking and you took them out of the oven and put them on a cooling rack. "Yo, who is that? Is that a friend of yours?" Your brother asked as he looked back out the window. "What are you talking about?" "Look!" You looked out the window to find some person in coveralls and a pale white mask, "I have no idea who that is, they're probably just trying to scare us." You grabbed a sandwich baggie and put some cookies in it and grabbed a handful of candy that was meant for tomorrow and you opened the door and looked in the direction the person was originally standing. "Halloween is tomorrow asshole, but I like your spirit. Here's some candy and cookies for the night. Make sure you stay warm, it's a bit chilly out." You placed the items on a little stool on your porch, "Have a goodnight." You said before you went inside. Michael was hiding in the woods, but suddenly felt this warmth inside him when he witnessed your kindness and just not being scared or freaked out by him.

Brahms Heelshire: You were looking after Brahms (in doll form, obvi) This goes right along with the movie, but before Greta. Forget Greta even happened.

Jason Voorhees: You were renting a cabin for the summer You just wanted a nice and peaceful summer, so you rented a cabin right by the popular Camp Crystal Lake a few towns over. You pulled up to your cabin and took a little tour before you started to bring your bags inside. Unbeknownst to you though, while you were bringing your bags inside, Jason was watching you bring your bags inside. Jason would normally be observing to kill but, he was intrigued by you. You weren't loud and partying, you didn't dress in only sleazy tops and short shorts. You were by yourself, quiet, kept to yourself. He watched as you finished unpacking and sat on the front porch and...just started to read a book . The wind was blowing your hair out of your face and you were smiling gently to yourself. Jason really liked that about you. You were different to the people he killed, and he liked and appreciated different.

Billy Loomis: He saw you at the local coffee shop You had just moved to Woodsboro with your parents. You moved because your father found a better studio to write for and so you all moved with him. You weren't one to complain, this could be worse, it could be a lot worse even. Once the final moving boxes were put away, you kissed your parents goodbye and heading to find some nice places around the town. You found some nice boutiques and parks and a beautiful movie theatre but you came across a really cute coffee shop and chose to stop by. You ordered a latte and a muffin and started to subtly people watch. Your eyes were caught on a boy who was already looking in your direction. You smiled at him and he smiled back and you finished your latte and you left. Stu was going on and on about how he should make a move, but Billy just watched you as you left the shop, a smile never leaving his face.

Stu Macher: You were assigned as partners for a project This was the final English project before midterms and you were just hoping that you didn't do all the work again. Your teacher was assigning groups aloud when she called your name, "You're working with Stu Macher." Kids snickered and the teacher shushed them all and you just slung your head back. "If you can get him to do his work, I owe you a spa day." Your best friend whispered in your ear. "You just earned yourself a bet!" You exclaimed in a whisper as you held you hand out to shake. The project was a breakdown of a book turned movie and the differences between the two. Class eventually ended and you packed up your things and headed straight to Stu's locker. You spotted him and made your way over. "Hey Stu, we got assigned as partners for an English. We can talk about the project tomorrow in class. I chose Psycho for our project, I think I remember you talking about it a few times so I hope you don't mind. See you tomorrow." You said with a smile as you walked away to your own locker.

Bo Sinclair: You stop for gas at his gas station You were on your way to visit some friends and had to make a quick pit stop to use the restroom and get gas. You pulled into this run of the mill gas station and went inside to use the restroom. Bo had been staring at you since you pulled up but you brushed it off thinking that it's just his job. You walked out after washing your hands and grabbed a few snacks on the way to the counter. You placed your items in front of the gas station attendant - Bo. "What is a pretty young thing doing here today?" He asked with a smirk. "Just making a pit stop while heading to see some friends." You replied with a smile. "Well they must be lucky to have a friend like you. How much do you want on your pump?" "$17 please." "Snacks are on me, as long as you give me your number." He said with a wink. You blushed and wrote your number down on some receipt paper and handed it to him. You grabbed your snacks and headed out to your car and then started to fill it up.

Vincent Sinclair: Bo takes you home to kill you You were just chilling at the local bar when gas station attendant Bo started to strike up a conversation with you. You two hit it off pretty well so you two decided to ditch the grimy club and head over to his place. Bo was a gentleman and opened all the doors for you. He gave you a brief tour of his house and led you to the living room, he had you sit on the couch and he asked if you wanted anything to drink. You said you only wanted a water and he smiled and went to the kitchen but there was immediately some commotion. Vincent came out to see Bo's newest victim, but when he looked at you he fell head over heels for you. Bo didn't like this, but Vincent never felt this type of way for anyone so Bo gave up his blood thirsty ideas. He came back with some water and said, "My brother Vincent thinks you're pretty and wants to get to know you." Bo said with a smile

[insufferablelust]

I ummm woupd it be okay to ask you to do a mgg x reader smut. Like he ties reader up and fucks her but like sticks his fingers in her mouth to suck on but she is also really bratty and likes to make things hard for him (like at work) and just super dom mgg and really bratty reader. Idk I'm awkward sorry you dont have to write it I just thought maybe a suggestion I mean I really like your working and all

Finally new smut! yay! anyways i combined these two amazing mgg concepts from my queens and then turn them into this, adding my spice into it as well so i hope y’all love this! thank you for the reqs queens!! MASTERLIST OF ALL MY WORKS.

WARNINGS : Dom!Mgg x Sub!Reader, Degradation by name calling, Rough sex, Oral fixation, back seat abandoned building car sex, exhibitionism, overstimulation, lots of teasing, and all the good stuff. Plus fluffs!!! Read at your own risk❤️ leave a like and reblog, thanks!

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Having an actor as a boyfriend surely has its perks, one being the fact that i always gets to see how Matthew make his own version of art, his visions, as well as his god gifted talent, i must say that it warms my heart to no end, seeing him so passionate about something that he can even do in his sleep.

With perks, comes the not so pleasant ones, one of them is not seeing him for weeks sometimes. His busy schedule has put my relationship through some rocky beginnings, thankfully we made agreements and that’s settled. Of course, i could visit him whenever i want, even if it requires a plane ticket— he’ll provide it (not that you’ll take it.) but today is one of those days when the amount of missing him became greater than to actually wait patiently.

The location where Matthew currently filming, wasn’t that far from our shared house so it shouldn’t be that bad right?.... Wrong. A month into the filming process i felt the neediness present, he comes home every night yet you still miss him. He filmed during the day mostly, coming home late already tired, and then when his director gave him a time off or day or two break, he spent it by rereading scripts or working on directing his small projects.

It’s not that i didn’t understand his schedule, but something about having him so close yet so far away just chipped away any patience i have left in me. Frustrated, i grabbed the car keys and decided to go to where he was filming. I knew that he wouldn’t have a problem with you coming in, but I knew that would definitely have a problem or two about what i’ve been planning.

So you drove for an hour, until you reached the filming set, finding yourself growing expectedly needy and nervous. You texted him saying that you were on your way, the way he answered left you giggling and smiling like a schoolgirl.

“Sure sweetheart, come on over, my lunch break is at 12.15, we can have lunch together. When you got here just knock on trailer 4. Love you.”

Your knocked on his trailer door, anxiously biting your lips at the anticipation, it shouldn’t be such a big deal, you’ve visited his set couple of times before— it’s just.. what you wear and what you have in mind is making you jumpy with adrenaline coursing through your bloodstream. Only wearing one of his button ups, tucked inside the plated skirt that stop around mid-thigh. It’s one of his... kink really to see you in such a mundane outfit yet something about seeing you in his clothing on public nonetheless flick the switch inside Matthew, makes him go feral.

So as soon as he opened the trailer door, and see the sinful cladded clothing, he yanked you inside and furiously carry you to his lap as he sit down on one of the chairs. “Are you fucking crazy?” His tone sent chills down your spine, you know better than this, than to show up while he’s working, in such clothing that drove him mad. The tone in his voice plus the way he gripped your hips should’ve warned you just how mad he is. But you just innocently shrugged, and rolled you eyes, licking your lips before muttering a soft, “last time i check, i’m doing just—“

You were cut off instantly by the grip that’s now strongly held against the skin of your jawline, and the fingers that was penetrating your very lips. The act, sent your blissful sear to your core.

“Shut up, and listen here you insatiable bunny. I have to finish few more scenes, and it shouldn’t take long. I want you to be a good bunny, and behave. I’m giving you a chance to be good here, if you obey what i said, i’ll give you rewards but if i catch you disobeying me whilst i’m gone, believe me you won’t walk let alone sit for a week, pet.”

Matthew’s eyes burned holes through your skull, his fingers shoved deeper making you gag slightly, cheeks running with tears. “Do you understand, or do i have to write it down for needy whores like you hm?” His words are downright cruel yet your panties got more damper and damper. The only thing you can let out is soft whimpers and nods at him, your fingers scratching his arms to let you breathe.

“If you lie, i’ll know. Now be good, i’ll see you in a bit.” He pushed his lips against yours, kissing the tender lips softly before pulling away and then out the door.

Your heart was beating so fast, and your core ached, truly ached and sopping wet. You almost cried out at the frustration, but decided that you can take it, you’ll take it. So you decided to just lay there and tried to get some sleep. You thought the desire should’ve burned down for a bit after you wake up, but if anything it grows stronger and made you needier.

You were so desperate that you half expectedly slip your fingertips past through the waistband of your panties, sighing as you dream about the sensation of being touched by him, his fingers, his lips, his tongue, his damn cock. “Please..” You whimpered out to no one in particular, just the surrounding space on his trailer. “Matthew..” You moaned again, this time louder— loud enough that you don’t ever hear him opening the door, your eyes only opened when he slammed it, now standing in front of you, his hands tucked away inside his pants pocket.

“Matthew i—“

“Lay over my lap.” He commanded, the way he said it surely alerted all the nerves inside of you. You drew in a sharp breath, before crawling to where was sat at the edge of the chair, and lay tummy down across his lap, the skirt you wore made it easy for him to slide your panties down and shove them inside your mouth as he palmed your ass, gripping it hard, then before you could even breathe, his palm crashed against your ass cheeks.

“Count, and thank me.”

“One! Thank you Matthew!”

There’s something about her calling his name, begging him to do anything that gets him going every-time. He loves it especially when she’s basked with his scent, his clothes, him just him. Call him simply in love or obsessed, he doesn’t care as long as he’s with her. Being in control helps him relinquish all his stress, but really— it’s her who’s in control, if you want to stop he’ll stop. But he knows, both of them pleased each other and willing to go for miles just to be close and intimate.

“Five! oh! t-thank you.” Her breathing was shallow, her ass was on fire, and her core was dripping wet. This is what he loves about their relationship, the dynamics, and the amount of trusts they have with one another always sparked something inside him and her. God he would die for Y/N.

“Ten! please please!” He smiled, before yanking her hair upwards, bending down— his lips trail kisses from her neck up to her ear as he whispered, “What are you begging for, doll?”

“Touch me! please Matthew!” The way she begged turns him on like no other, yet he knows what she wants, and he’s going to give it to her. Making sure she will learn not to tease him this time.

“You’re so cute, and a mess too. I bet you love it don’t you? being a greedy mess for me?” The condescending tone of his should make her angry, but instead she moaned- she bloody moaned. “uh huh! i’m yours right?”

At that she turns to look at him in the eye, knowing just how frustrated if he sees her eyes, her damn puppy eyes. He knows her trick well enough to give her one more slap before tugging her to stand up shakily, whilst still holding onto her waist so that she won’t fall.

“Here’s what we’re going to do pet, we’re going to your car, and then we’ll wait until we get home. Okay baby?”

“No! no! no please!” Y/N whined as she stomped her foot like a child, the stern line of his jaw clenched as his palm burned and twitch with the need to reminds her to not talk like that to him. Yet he held back, decided to wait until a bit later.

“C’mon brat, fix yourself and let’s go.” And just like that, he walked away packing his things, leaving her wet and ready as tears streamed down her eyes, She’s so damn needy.

Pulling herself up, she fixed her make up as best as she can before gathering her things and catching up to him who’s already situated himself on the driver seat of her car.

If this is the game he wanted to play, then game on, Gubler.

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It started when they were about halfway to their house, long enough to make him believe that she’s well behaved. Uh oh, not when your girl is Y/N, she thinks. She parted her legs wide, pulling the palm that has been resting on her thigh for a while now deeper into where he could feel the heat through her panties.

“Y/N.” Matthew warned, his eyes flicking towards her, but instead of pulling back his hands— he gripped her inner thigh tightly instead causing her to whimper in delight from the mixture of pain and pleasure.

“Yes, M- Oh...” She fluttered her eyes shut as she make a dramatic arch of her back, as she felt his knuckles grazed against her puffy clit. Her free palm reached out to palm his cock through the pants he was wearing, earning strings of ‘fucking brat.’ from him which made her giggle.

“Oh, you’re enjoying this hm? Enjoy testing me like this?” Y/N innocently tilted her head, and shrug as if she’s not giving him a hand job right now. “Ah look at you, so cute. Just remember the consequences, petal.”

She giggled like an angel that she is before leaning to his side as her hand unbutton his pants, earning a loud “Don’t you dare.” From him, which she only replied with a lip bite and then took his hard cock out, gently running her fingertips against the veins.

“Oh but look baby! you’re clearly loving it right now.” She bat her eyelashes up at him before leaning down and place her warm mouth around the head of his cock, causing him to press the gas pedal a bit too hard. “You insatiable fucking minx.” He groaned, one hand on the steering wheel and the other one tangled in her hair pushing her down his cock.

Matthew was trying so hard to focus yet he just couldn’t, who’s to blame him? his girl’s warm mouth is around his cock, and the sight of her bending across the damn center console with her ruined panties on his peripheral vision doesn’t sit well with safety. Finding the nearest abandoned property and pulled over, before pulling her head up.

“Dirty whore, get in the back and get on your hands and knees.” He hissed, as he released the grip on her hair, which she obeyed immediately, crawling to the back seat on hands and knees as he waited for him. They’ve done this enough times to know which position allows them to have the best sensation.

The moment he crawled his lanky self to the backseat, her grip on the leather seat tighten— preparing herself for whats to come. She felt the grip on her waist as Matthew yanked up her skirt and then push her panties to the side before pushing his cock right into her dripping wet cunt, both of them moaning loudly, finally feeling the pleasure they’ve been teased out of each other.

Matthew didn’t spare her anytime to adjust to his impressive length as he immediately begins thrusting with a brutal pace, making sure to dug his nails onto her skin— leaving marks and indents.

“You love this don’t you? fucked in the backseat of your own car like a damn cheap whore.” He whispered harshly, causing her to buck against him— which resulted in quick violent slaps against her ass as he pound his cock into her like a maniac.

“Yours— yours Matthew, fuck.” She cried out, feeling the way his cock nudge her spot every time he thrusted inside making her mewls. Matthew yanked her hair back so Y/N’s back flushed against his front, slowing down his pace.

“You wanna cum baby? yeah?” He muttered darkly, his thrusts slowing down but pressing deeper that she could even feel it inside her tummy. Y/N tried to find the words but she just couldn’t, not when his cock is perfectly nudged against her spot so she cried out a loud yes instead and hoped that her boyfriend would give her mercy.

“Cum, go on..” She let out a confused moan, knowing that he usually don’t let her cum this easy, but paying no mind as she came around his cock, and screamed into the leather seat as Matthew released the grip on her hair.

He let her ride out her orgasm, and she was about to thank him and offered him a blowjob because she think she can’t take anymore pounding feeling overly overstimulated— yet that thought drowned as soon as his hips bucks up and continue to thrust her in a much faster and hard pace causing her to let out screams.

“No! n-no ah! Matthew! too much oh too much!”

“Shh, take it. You want to cum right? so you’ll keep on coming, baby go on.” He laughed against her ear as he keeps on thrusting, feeling himself got close. “N-please..”

“Cum again come on.” He hissed as he could feel the way her walls tightened so deliciously, encasing her velvet around his cock. The minute her screams went high pitched and her body violently shake, he knew she just came and that sent him to shoot heavy spurts inside of her, with heavy breathing and whispers, “Shit. You did so good baby, so so good, Y/N..”

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They both come down from their high slowly as Matthew pulled out of her, immediately pulling some tissues from her bag and wipe them both gently— trying not to cause any pain. “Shh it’s okay.. come here baby.” He said as he placed her on top of his lap after he cleaned them both.

“Hey.. I love you so much Y/N.” He whispered, fingers playing with her hair as she smiled against his sweaty neck and whisper a soft “I love you, Matthew. sorry for being a brat.” Which earned her a laugh from him,

“I still love you even if you’re being bratty. Just give me more reason to put you back in your place right princess?” He then move his fingertips to stroke her cheeks, feeling the flesh warmed up to his touch, as his thumb pressed against her lips.

She then opened her lips slowly, letting him push his thumb inside to let her suckle on it. Sometimes after a particularly rough sex like this or just generally when she’s trying to calm herself down, he would let her suck on his fingers. His girl surely has an oral fixation, but its also coping mechanism.

As he heard her breathing slow and even, he smiled— knowing she’s asleep. He waited for few more minutes before laying her on the back seat with a blanket covering her that he pulled out from the trunk, pressing one last kiss on her forehead before going back to the driver seat and then drive back home.

The day was perfect, and Matthew wouldn’t trade it with anything else.

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-Title: Flower Crowns

Rating: G

Summary: Half lost on his walk, Leon finds a frustrated Piers attempting to weave flowers together.

Ships: Leon x Piers

Content Warnings: N/A

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What a wonderful day for a walk. The sun shone over the yellow-green of the land. Not a single cloud floated across the blue sky. Flowers swayed in a gentle breeze. Rookidie chattered in the trees as bug pokemon skittered along the ground.

Simply a wonderful day outside of...Well, Leon didn't know exactly where he was, but he was at least sixty percent sure he was outside of Hulsbury. Or maybe Tuffield? He was on one side of the Northern Wild Areas.

Probably.

He stretched his arms up. His jacket sleeves rolled down to his elbows. The worn blue jacket had been his grandfather's and was still a little too big for him, even now that he was an adult, but it was comfortable and warm enough for spring days. He kept it with him when he wanted to go incognito since it wasn’t as distinguishable as his sponsor cape.

He could use more days off like this, more calming walks in nature with nothing but the plants, wild pokemon, and--

"Oh, c'mon!"

Leon jumped, nearly knocking his hat from his head.

Who was that?

He titled his head, listening. Someone swore up a storm not too far away. Half in an attempt to help, and half to seek confirmation of his location, Leon followed the colorful language over a small hill to its source.

Amongst a field of wildflowers and tall grass, someone kicked at the dirt. Grass, flowers, and dirt sprayed into the air.

"And you’re no help, you piece of--!" They spun around, throwing something.

Leon ducked just in time to avoid coming face to screen with a cellphone. The phone landed with a dull thud in the grass behind his feet.

Regret welled up in Leon's stomach. Maybe he should have just called the Pokemon League and asked them for help getting home. This person seemed too upset, and Leon interrupting their rage would just make them angrier, won't it?

"Champion Leon?"

Leon jumped at the sound of his name. Taking his gaze off the phone on the ground, he looked towards the phone's owner.

The gym leader of Spikemuth winced.

"Sorry 'bout that, mate." Piers raised his hands, palms facing forward as if he expected Leon to throw something back at him.

Leon shook his head, both to shake off his shock as well as to placate Piers. He picked up the phone.

"It's nothing to worry about," He reassured, wiping the screen on his jacket sleeve. On the screen, some sort of brightly colored webpage stared back at Leon. In a curling font, the header read 'Just A Unovan Country Gal' with 'recipes, DIYs, and patterns for good old girls' written underneath.

Deciding not to ask about the site, he pressed the power button as he passed the phone back, darkening the screen. Piers put the phone in his pocket. He hadn’t noticed Leon staring at the screen or didn’t acknowledge he knew Leon saw it, at least.

"You're lost, aren’t you?" Piers didn't hesitate to ask.

"What? Of course not. I know where I am," Leon lied, unsure why he did. Everyone in the Pokemon League knew he was terrible with directions. Every gym leader had to come to find and escort him to their gym at some point or another, including Piers.

"If you need help gettin' home, I can take you,'' Piers offered. "I'm done with...I'm done for today."

"Done with what?" Leon couldn't help but venture. The Unovain website flashed in his mind’s eye.

He couldn't figure why Piers of all people would be in a wildflower field in the middle of the day so far from Spikemuth. Was he picking flowers for a special someone? Searching for a certain pokemon? Training his team? Did it have to do with the website he had open on his phone?

Piers wrinkled his nose. "None of your business."

It was Leon's turn to hold up his hands. "Sorry." He took a few steps past Piers. "Didn't mean to pry. I'll leave you to it if you can point me toward Hulsbury."

Piers eyed him up and down, slowly, calculatingly. A shiver ran up Leon's back. Why did his stomach twist into knots? It wasn't like Piers planned on stabbing him.

With a heavy sigh, Piers pinched Leon's jacket between his fingers, stopping him from wandering off.

"Flower crown," he muttered, refusing to look at him.

"What?"

"Flower. Crown. I was trying to make a flower crown." Piers took his hand away to run it through his thick bangs, pushing them back away from his face. A tinge of pink blush dusted his face.

Leon bit the inside of his cheek to keep a laugh in. Flower crowns? Piers was the least likely person to be making flower crowns. Leon tried to imagine the dark-type gym leader with a ring of wild daisies and dandelions around his head but only succeeded in a snort of amusement at the idea.

Piers glowered and raised his hand. All of his nails had a sheen of shiny black paint, except for the middle one lifted at Leon, which was a matte white.

"If I left you out here, you would die of exposure before you found your way back."

Leon covered his mouth before another snort could make its way out.

"Sorry, sorry, but..." He took a breath, "why do you need a flower crown? It doesn't much match your..." he gestured to Piers’ punk, monochromatic outfit, “aesthetic.”

"It isn't for me," Piers snapped. "It's for Marnie, my sister. She wants one, not me."

Leon wasn't sure he'd ever actually met Piers' sister. He rarely went to Spikemuth, and when he did, he just stopped by the gym to deliver papers to Piers and get out. Had he ever even seen Piers’ sister before? She was about Hop's age, he knew that, but he couldn't remember if she was a little older or a little younger.

"Oh, of course. That makes sense," Leon said. "That's nice of you to make her one."

Piers searched his face for any sign of insincerity. Leon flashed him his champion smile. Whether that helped or not, he didn’t know.

Piers snorted. More to himself than Leon, he muttered, "It'd be nicer if I knew how to make one. Stupid website wasn’t any help..."

At this, Leon finally took a gander around. Most of the flowers had been plucked in the immediate area. They either sat in a pile or as parts of what Leon could only assume were attempts at flower crowns.

He knelt and picked a crown up, holding it carefully. Yellow daisies made up the crown. Each daisy had a slit cut in the stem with the next daisy slipped through until the end where the last stem was tied to the first. It was crude and the spacing of the flowers uneven, but not the worst flower crown Leon had ever seen.

Before Leon could look closer, Piers snatched the crown out of his hands. Pale yellow petals fell to the ground.

He glared, the tips of his ears burning red. “Making flower crowns isn’t a life skill they teach you in school, you know.”

Leon tilted his head to the side then asked, "Do you want help?"

"Help?" Piers tossed the crown into the tall grass. "You know how to make them?"

Leon nodded. "I grew up in Postwick." He fell back to his bottom. "Everyone knew how to make a proper crown." His lips twitched up into a smile. "I remember chasing down a wooloo to stop it from eating the crown I'd just given it."

He took a few daisies from the pile next to him. It took mere seconds for his fingers to remember the motion of wrapping stem over stem.

"Silly thing was someone's prized wooloo, and the farmer spoiled it rotten," Leon continued, occasionally looking down at his hands, "so when it saw me coming towards it with a handful of flowers, it thought it was getting a treat."

He laughed at the memory. He couldn’t have been more than seven or eight at the time. His mother still brought it up when she wanted to embarrass him in front of guests.

“I remember looking out the window and seeing my little boy, nearly in tears, shouting at a fat old wooloo.” She’d laugh. “Oh, he chased that thing for an hour trying to catch it!”

As Leon continued rambling, Piers watched his hands weave together daisies, dandelions, and corncockle. He sat back with his hands resting across his knees. He puffed his cheeks a little as he watched, breathing only through his nose. Whether he noticed he was doing it or not, Leon wasn't sure and didn't ask.

"And that's how I broke my arm for the first time," Leon finished, holding up the crown. He placed it on Piers' head where it sat unevenly on top of his ponytails. Leon beamed at Piers, proud of his work as if they were children playing in the fields of Postwick and not young adults.

Piers brushed his fingertips against the soft petals. He took a dandelion and a wild clover flower from one of the piles. With his face set in determination, he started to copy what he'd seen Leon doing. He wove together six flowers before tossing his hands in the air.

"What am I doing wrong?" He demanded.

Leon scooted until he sat next to Piers then took the crown to examine it. He nodded to himself. Without asking, Leon took Piers' hands in his own.

"You're doing it backward. See here?" Leon made Piers' thumb press against the first wrap in the crown. Instead of locking around the flower, the stem went behind it. A simple mistake for a first-time crown weaver to make.

Piers pulled his hands back.

"I think I got it." He took a meadows cranesbill and corncockle and began the wrap and lock method Leon showed him. He held up his attempt for inspection.

"That's it. Just keep doing that until it's long enough."

"This is going to take a while," Piers said, adding a daisy to the chain.

Leon shrugged sympathetically. "It might," he settled into a more comfortable, half-reclined position, "but it'll be fine. I'm here to help."

Piers paused and looked over at Leon, eyeing him once again. This time, however, Leon didn't feel a chill run up his back. Instead, heat crept up his cheeks at Piers' half smile towards.

Leon's pride wanted him to hold Piers' gaze as he would with any other gym leader, but he broke away to look at a patch of foxgloves in the distance.

"Thanks." Piers turned back to his project.

They sat in comfortable silence for a while before Piers held out a flower. Its stem was too short.

"D’you know what this is?" He asked, dropping the flower in Leon's lap.

Leon picked it up and spun it in between his fingers. Of course, he knew what it was, but he shrugged and pretended to think it over.

"Primrose, I think." He said. "My grandma kept some fancier varieties in the house when I was growing up."

The memory of cleaning up broken pots formed a smile on his face. Sonia and he landed themselves on his grandmother’s naughty list for killing her primroses, even if it was an accident.

Piers hummed. "I thought that's what it was. And this?"

Leon moved next to Piers. "That's a ragged robin. This is a cornflower. That's chicory." He continued pointing out the names of the flowers he knew, silently thanking his mother and grandparents for explaining all the wildflowers to him when he was a kid.

Of course, he didn't know them as well as Milo. He couldn't tell what medical uses dandelions had or how to make coffee from chicory, but Piers seemed impressed nonetheless with his botanical knowledge.

Leon picked up a flower from a failed crown attempt. He held it up, about to explain what it was, but Piers spoke first.

“That’s a wild violet.”

Leon slowly nodded. He was a little disappointed he didn’t get to explain it but shoved the feeling away. Of course, Piers would know such a common flower.

Piers smiled down at his work. “Marnie made me fill a whole basket with them once. She learnt you can cook with them.”

“Did you--cook with it, I mean?”

“Unfortunately.” Piers snorted. “I’ve had pot brownies that taste less like grass.” He paused, then added nonchalantly, “Before I was part of the league, of course.”

, Leon snorted a laugh to himself. That was a lie, he knew, but instead of remarking on it, he said, “Did you use the flowers or leaves?”

“Marnie baked them, not me. I just turned on the oven. I think she just put the whole plant in there, roots and all.” He laughed. “I’m going to have to tease her about that when I get home. Thanks for reminding me about that.”

Finally, Piers held up his crown. It was far from perfect, some of the flowers lost their petals and long stems stuck out at odd angles, but Piers held it out as if it were a royal crown. His expression wasn’t unlike how Leon’s mum said he looked when he finished making a crown for the spoiled wooloo.

"Wow, it looks great," Leon complimented.

Piers snorted with a smile. "For a first attempt, I guess." He looked at his flower crown, then at Leon, then back, before reaching up. He took hold of the bill of Leon's baseball cap. With a flick of the wrist, he tossed it off then replaced it with the crown.

He smiled at him. “You look like a prince, champ.” He teased before bending down and picking up the hat.

“I could say the same.”

The two shared a laugh and grins. Their fingers touched as Piers pushed the hat into Leon's hands. Leon wasn’t sure the touch was unintentional.

"It's getting late."

Leon looked up at the saturated orange-red sky.

"If you get me to Hulsbury, I can get a taxi home."

Piers chuckled and shook his head. "You really are lost, aren’t you? We're not too far outside the Spikemuth Tunnel, mate."

Leon dropped his hat. He held his head in his hands. The heat of embarrassment crept up his face. He had wandered farther off the beaten path than he thought. How did he even get so far away from where he started like this?

With a sympathetic smile, Piers put a hand on his shoulder and squeezed.

"How about I take you back to my place, as a thank you for teaching me this." He gestured to the crown on his head. "I'll cook you up a little somethin' then you can hitch a ride on a flying taxi back home."

Leon's heart skipped a beat. He swallowed the embarrassment down and smiled.

"That sounds great."

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AN: I stopped writing this halfway through to go outside, find some flowers, and learn how to do this because the way I described Piers doing it is how I've always done it. XP It is a completely valid way to make flower chains don't get me wrong, but it doesn't look nearly as fancy.

Anyway, maybe a little too sugary sweet, but I wanted to write some short fluff and doggone it I did!

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Armin was discharged from the hospital only a day after the accident. The doctor said there was nothing extraordinary to worry about. But of course, even with this information, Eren still made a fuss. That much was clear when he walked through the door with Armin's arm slung over his shoulder.

"I didn't break my leg, Eren. I don't need to use you as a crutch," Armin grumbled as the two walked into the kitchen from the garage. He reached back to shut the door with his free hand.

Eren rolled his eyes. "Well, excuse me for supporting you in these trying times."

"I don't need your support," they scoffed. He unwrapped his arm and made his way across the room.

Eren gave him the finger, rather aggressively. The gesture wasn't reciprocated since the blond already disappeared into the hallway.

Sucking on a freeze pop, you leaned back against the cool countertop. "Welcome home, lovely. Have fun?"

Eren sighed loudly as he walked toward the freezer and got a popsicle for himself. He grabbed a pair of scissors and cut the top of the wrapper off into the trash.

He said sarcastically, "Oh, absolutely I did." He paused and shook his head disapprovingly. "He's a lot bitchier when it's us two. How's it been here?"

You shrugged. "So, so. Pretty quiet."

He nodded and pushed up the pineapple-flavored ice. "Thought so. Jean's gone today, obviously. Is Mikasa here?"

You huffed softly at the mention of her. "I haven't seen her since breakfast. She's been upstairs all day."

He frowned. "Oh, I see. Armin told me about the kiss, by the way. At first, I was gonna make fun of you for passing out but now that just seems cruel."

"You think?" You laughed lightly and rested both arms on the counter.

The sound that followed from him was more of an exhale than a laugh. "Listen, Y/n, even if she's avoiding you right now, I know she'll come around. Just wait and see."

"You're right," you mumbled, sticking the freeze pop in your mouth again. Armin basically said the same thing. Eren sent you a quick smile and patted your shoulder before leaving through the hallway.

You swallowed the remaining ice and threw away the wrapper. Noticing the bin was full, you took the trash to the bigger bin outside. Maybe doing some chores would distract you from Mikasa for a while.

Plus, today was the only day that allowed you to do so. Practices for the band's upcoming performance were every day until the date of it. You'd be rehearsing 24/7 since it was scheduled on such short notice.

It was going to be at a middle school some of your friends went to. The DJ they booked before flaked and your manager was kind enough to offer your talents.

Jean was meeting with Hannes and the school administrators to work out some extra kinks before the practices began.

The only day there wasn't a rehearsal was on Eren's birthday. You all decided it'd be best to take the day off to celebrate and set up for the party that would be happening later in the night.

The day passed easily as you got caught up on chores that weren't done over the past few days. The house was messier than you liked it although it hadn't been long at all since the previous clean-through. However, it had been a hectic week.

Speaking of hectic, when Zeke was there, he sure made himself at home. That much was clear when you made it to the living room portion of the basement.

Eren probably couldn't find time to clean up yet. Either that or he was just lazy because at that moment he was more focused on a pinball machine than the state of his living space.

His brother's suitcases were lying open by the couch. To be honest, you didn't love the idea of a criminal's possessions lying around your home. So, you decided that throwing them in a storage closet was the best option. 

When you finished tidying up, you started a game on the pinball machine next to Eren's.

His birthday was in three days. The house looked a lot better than it did when you started, which was perfect for throwing a party. You could only hope it would stay that way.

After a few hours of playing games with him, Jean came down the stairs to let you know he was back from the school. He left when he saw neither of you were interested in what he had to say.

Once it got dark outside, you left Eren to his own devices and went to your own room to chill out some more.

Unfortunately, when you flopped down on your bed, Mikasa started to consume your thoughts again. In an effort to fight them, you turned on a show to distract yourself.

For the slow hours you spent staring at the screen, you couldn't focus, not once. No matter how hard you trained your eyes on the screen, you still thought about her.

Sighing, you got out of bed and walked to your bedroom door. You were careful of the creaking hinges, it was around midnight. Everyone would either be asleep or close to sleeping.

Except for Armin. You had no idea what he did at night but you knew better than to ask. However, he was probably pretty tired from the time spent at the hospital. So, there was a solid chance he actually was asleep.

You crept outside, checking that the front door didn't make too much noise. Your car was parked in the driveway since there was never room in the garage. The gravel underneath your feet made noise as you walked toward it. You pushed yourself onto the hood and leaned back against the windshield.

Drawing in a long breath, you stared up at the sky. You needed to calm down and clear your mind. This would help, as it usually did.

Even if it was a little chilly, it was warm for a night in March, especially this late.

The stress that bubbled inside you simmered down the longer you watched the thin clouds dim the stars.

Any negative thoughts you had about the situation with Mikasa or the previous days seemed to disappear the longer your focus was on the sky.

Gravel crunched and you snapped your gaze toward the noise. Sitting up, you were surprised by what you saw.

Mikasa froze when she realized she'd been caught. She held a white blanket in her arms and still had one foot on the porch steps.

"Hi," she greeted quietly.

"Hey." Your breaths were a tad ragged from the initial scare.

She came closer to the car. "What are you doing out here so late?"

"I could ask you the same thing." You took the blanket from her arms and she pushed herself up to sit beside you.

"The door to your room was open when I came downstairs for a drink. I thought you'd be out here."

"Oh." She knew you better than you thought.

She spread the blanket over both of your laps and leaned down on the hood of the car.

She looked at the sky but your eyes were still on her. "Why did you come out here?"

After a moment of silence, her gaze finally shifted to you. "I wanted to apologize. Ignoring you was immature. Plus, I remember how you used to come out here when you were upset. Above all else, I wanted to make sure you were alright." A blush coated her cheeks when she finished talking.

You took note of that and couldn't help but blush yourself. "I'm okay. I understand why you'd ignore me, though. If you didn't want it, that was probably your only option since we have to see each other so much."

Her brows furrowed and she sat up again. "What? Y/n, did you think I didn't want to kiss you?"

You blinked stupidly. "Well, yeah."

She laughed. "You can be so ridiculous sometimes. I've always wanted to kiss you like that. I'm just not great at expressing it."

Even more heat rushed to your face. You gawked at her and she looked down at her feet. Many things were running wild in your head. For some reason, though, there was one thing that was so prominent in your mind once you remembered it.

Out of all the questions you could have asked, this one came out rather bluntly. "What did you mean in your letter? What should I know?"

Her eyes widened, she didn't expect you to ask about that yet, and quite frankly, neither did you. Nonetheless, she answered anyway. "If only you knew. That's what I wrote. That's easy to answer now. If only you knew how long I've loved you."

She turned her face and made direct eye contact with you. She seemed to know the next question on your mind. "You never knew it but I've been in love with you since high school."

That can't be right. This is a dream. You're dreaming, Y/n. What the actual fuck?

"Are you sure? Then why did you ask Jean out when we were seniors? Why did you break it off with me mere weeks before?" Your mind was racing and it translated into sentences quickly spilling from your lips.

She still looked straight at you. Her facade of confidence was making you nervous. "I'm sure. Back then, I was so afraid of what I felt for you. Pretending the feelings weren't real and projecting them onto Jean seemed like my easiest option. For years I convinced myself I loved him. But it was never him. It was always you. I felt so awful when I realized what I was doing."

And just like that, the facade fell. Her words were no longer held confidence. She was afraid of how you'd react. She had little idea that you were ready to be just as vulnerable as her.

"When did you realize?"

Looking up at the dark sky, she pushed a stray tuft of hair away from her face. She continued, sighing softly before she spoke, "When I saw him that night with Marco, I was relieved that I didn't have to be with him anymore. When I tried to figure out why that was, I could only think about you. Every feeling that scared me before came back. I got so scared that I left. But, even then, they never went away."

You were having some trouble believing that this was actually happening. Mikasa loved you back this entire time. If she hadn't kissed you before, you would've thought this was only possible in your dreams.

However, things were actually starting to make sense. That whole time it was your fault. Every night of those two years you spent wondering about what you could have done to make her stay. It turns out you did enough. You were the reason she left. 

But maybe you were the reason she came back as well. You could recall something Jean had told you a day before she came home.

"Why did you come back? You needed to do something?"

She looked back at you again. "I've just done it," she said.

Before you could process her words, she was leaning closer to you. Her lips were so close to brushing yours but she paused before they could fully touch. "Can I?" she whispered.

"You don't even have to ask."

When she kissed you, you felt everything. Her feelings, your feelings. The world was minuscule compared to you two. Anything else meant nothing at that moment.

It was the first time in a long time that you felt fully complete. You were a puzzle and she was the missing piece. It was like before, only this time, you knew for sure what you wanted.

Pulling away, you managed an, "I love you too, Mikasa." 

There were no other words that would feel so good to finally say out loud.

Everything was clear. You understood. 

Now more than ever, you wanted to be with her.

posted: 9/26/21

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[pbandjesse]

I had a pretty excellent day. I didn't feel great but it wasn't as hot and I got so much accomplished. The biggest issue really was I didn't sleep great and I would get really dizzy all day. Which was really frustrating. But it was still a really good day.

I could not get comfortable last night. My body was aching so bad and I couldn't get comfortable. And James kept pushing their pillow at me. But it was fine. I couldn't turn my brain off. And would eventually go have a snack and was able to sleep after that.

I woke up when James was leaving. Got a kiss. And went back to sleep until 930.

When I woke up I felt pretty good. I got washed and dressed and actually was motivated. I had a muffin for breakfast. And went to work in my studio. I would do some knitting. My hand still hurt a lot but I got some done there. I'm going to have to go pick up more yarn soon. Will actually get the correct weight this time.

Dad texted me about the student loan forgiveness. And it's great but it's also so confusing. Like who needs to apply and stuff. But of course the websites are all down. And in my mind I have forgiven the loans. I forgave myself. That's between God and the banks now. I can't think about the past mistakes anymore. It was their gamble and they lost.

I made great progress in my studio. Besides my knitting I would also finally finish printing all of my linocuts and I am so excited. I spent the morning doing the first half. But I had to keep stopping and taking breaks because I was getting dizzy. But I was making great progress and that just felt really good. I also finished up all the bears I had going. I want to start some more soon but the drawer I keep them in is full again.

I made a hotdog for lunch. And waited for my interview. While waiting I started watercoloring my prints. And I am so thrilled. I need to outline some stuff in pen but I made great progress by the time my interview started.

And it was a great interview! I don't know if they will end up going with me as their art teacher but I just felt really great talking about everything I've accomplished and done over the years. I got to talk about my journey and my projects. I focused a lot of pandemic stuff, like when we were making weekly projects for the access art kids. And by funny coincidence the program would take place at the library right next to wildwood!! So there is a huge chance I would work with kids I may already know?? Which is wild to me. Smalltimore strikes again.

But it was also just really fun talking to them about ideas and projects. And even if this doesn't work out it was very cool. And the woman who was the main interviewer followed me on Instagram so that wasa good sign of something. Even if it's just networking for later.

I was really jazzed after. I was still dealing with weird hot flashes and dizziness but I was in a great mood.

I would clean the kitchen. Cleared all the counters so when Mr Will comes to fix them we wouldn't have to rush. And I wiped everything down and I vacuumed and then vacuumed the rest of the apartment. Sweetp did not love that. I kept telling him to go outside but he kept running away. Silly.

I spent a good amount of time doing more water coloring. I got half of them finished. Which feels unreal. But I will get the other half done tomorrow. And then I can start scanning them asap. I am not positive our scanner is working correctly but I'm going to try and if not I'll figure out something.

We still aren't getting mail from USPS but my book I ordered came from UPS so that's something. And I jumped right in to reading it. I am already half way through it. And it's so good. It is not what I was expecting, I misread the back and thought it was magic? But nope. It's like mid 2000s romance and I didnt expect to love it as much as I am. I hope it sticks the landing.

James would come home while I was reading. They joined me in bed to chill. Mr Will was supposed to come today but didn't end up coming by. So James would start making angel food cakes and then making us corn and I got to try vegan shrimp! Which I always use as a touchstone for why I don't eat fake meats very often. Because when I was 14 I had fake shrimp and got horrible food poisoning. But this was pretty good. I wouldn't chose it every day but it was fun to eat something like fish.

I would do more painting. And I dyed my hair with a mix of the glaze product and some blue. Well see what it looks like in the morning.

I decided I would start making my next print project. Which is the alphabet. Which I am going to use to make words on totebags. I hope it works. I have the first 3 letters carved already. But nothing fancy yet. Just the shapes. Well see what happens when I get the letters all done. I hope to put like dots and squiggles. I want to be done that in the next couple days. So we'll see how I do.

Now though we are in bed. I am not in as much pain as I was last night. So I hope I can sleep better. And have a great day tomorrow.

Sleep good everyone. Wash your hands.

[jaehyunsuh]

Once Again; Taeil // part 1

part 2

"I saw your eyes and bomber

though we said goodbye the moment I knew about the fluttering

on windy days, on summer days, will you remember me?"

series: songs for you🌃

REQUESTS ARE: OPEN

—pairing: taeil x reader

—genre: fluff/ summer love/ slight angst

—word count: +950

summary: you are finally having summer vacations at college, the lasts months has been crazy, full of exams, homework, projects, unhelpful team members and stupid fuckboys. You couldn't wait anymore until you get out of there. You have wanted to travel to a place far away from America, where you can meet new people and be free of the dramatic people back in your city. You explored your options, finally Seoul catches your attention, it seems like a calm and chill city, it has a river, lots of gardens, full of music and dancing, good looking food and also you could learn a lot about the culture. Maybe you can find something else in there?

you've had the best 3 weeks of your life with Taeil. You cook and eat every meal together, you walk for hours talking about endless topics, he sings any song you want him to, you spend the whole day cuddling and having makeout sessions, he let's you pick all movies, he grabs your hands anywhere you go. He actually try to taught you how play guitar, it ended up pretty bad because you have cero talented but since he has to place his fingers in yours the last time in ended up in another makeout session.

he has shown you every single corner of Seoul by now, you spend the majority of the nights at the Han River if you aren't cuddling while watching movies. He lets you take pics of him as part of the scenario and he even took you to one of his gigs, and let me tell you, watching him singing while playing his guitar made you actually jump onto him and shower him with kisses as soon as you arrived to your permanent home.

today Taeil left early because he had to help Haechan decorate his new apartment, you are once again overthinking about every aspect of your life. You have had the greatest time of your life with a guy that you just met, you couldn't believe all of this was real and happening to you. But suddenly reality hits you. Collage starts in two weeks and you have to leave in two days, you haven't told anything to Taeil because you don't know how, since the beginning he knew you where going to leave someday and you've had such a great time that you didn't even remembered when were you leaving.

you stood up in front of the mirror looking at yourself and the mess that you are right now, you should be picking up your stuff and start packing your bags but you don't want, you wish to stop time and stay in this moment or at least rewind all the thing you have lived in the past 3 weeks. 

a few hours has passed after your thinking session and you decide to start organizing and packing you bags. Taeil hasn't come yet and you lowkey hope he doesn't, you really don't want to confront him and the reality.  

"Hi babe." Taeil enters the room with a bright and big smile.

"Wh-what are you doing." He sees your suitcase on the bed while you fold some clothes and put them inside it. He gets serious and puts on a sad expression.

you stop right at the moment that you hear his voice. You don't want to look up and talk to him because you feel like you are gonna breakdown right there. You continue to fold your clothes pretending you didn't hear anything.

"Hey! Y/n, I'm talking to you. What is happening? What is all of this?. He says surprised sitting on the edge of the bed. He is now staring right at you waiting for an answer.

"T-taeil." You voice shakes and you slowly look up.

"I have to leave." You finally stare at him seeing how his eyes change at the moment you talk.

"WHAT? when are you leaving." He sounds desperate.

"I have to leave in two days, in the morning." You look down again playing with your hands trying not to cry.

"And why didn't you tell me anything?" He now looks disappointed and it breaks your heart in pieces.

"I didn't wanted to, i don't know why, i just didn't wanted this to end."

"And you think the best solution is avoiding it and telling practically one day before leaving? Do you realize tomorrow is the last day we can spend together?" He looks mad and that's an expression you have definitely never seen on him.

"I'm sorry okay? I didn't wanted to confront this situation because i don't to leave you." Your eyes slowly start to water and you fight back trying to hold your tears, Taeil seeing you cry was only to make this worst.

"Then why don't you stay with me? I'm not worthy enough for you to stay." He looks at you really hurt.

"Taeil you know i can't stay. I start collage in two weeks, i have a whole life back home and i can't stay just because you want to fulfill your 'summer love' fantasy." As soon as those words escape from your mouth you realize how bad you messed up. You start regretting what you say but it's too late.

"Wow, so that's how you really feel?" He says looking at the roof.

"I really thought that you were different and nice but now i see that you just wanted me to repair all the damage that it was cause to you and then leave completely fixed, right? Because it feels great to feel good now and break someone's heart in the way." He is annoyed and the way he is talking is breaking your heart.

"You left because you wanted to get away from all the negative vibes and people. But you haven't realized you are just as toxic as them." He says while leaving the room and slamming the front door.

you were now heartbroken and hurt, crying while sitting on the floor of your room, remembering his disappointment and the way his eyes started watering at the end, but also the words he told you before leaving. Taeil has been the most special person to you and you weren't able to be honest with him and have a propper goodbye, and also he now has a negative image of you that you won't probably be able to fix.

[areluctantsblog]

Teacher!Tony wrong number au - Part 5

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“Shit,” Tony curses under his breath, a heavy feeling settling in his chest. He didn’t know that. How did he not know that? He hurries to say sorry, swallowing hard and hoping that he hasn’t just pushed Peter away. It’s bad enough that he’s probably made him feel worse by reminding him…

Tony hesitates before asking about his guardian, but he can’t just let something like this drop. Even if it seems like Peter would want nothing more. Tony sees red at the casual way Peter talks about being bullied. He hopes that it’s just for show, to tell Tony to back off, but if there’s even the slightest chance that is isn’t… He can’t have that.

Tony buries his face in his hands. He reads Peter’s text in a disturbingly resigned voice. One that would suggest that he’s been dealing with this for years. Tony feels his windpipe constrict at the thought. His hands begin to shake, and he can’t think clearly. Tony feels torn between running to Pepper, fetching Peter and talk to him, or just give in to panic. Tony’s brought back to himself by his phone’s buzzing. He has no idea how much time has passed, but it must have been enough to have the kid worried. When Tony sees the single word, ‘sorry’ on the screen, his heart breaks.

In the next few days Tony finds himself even more attuned to Peter than last week. The boy seems to be everywhere he goes – or is it Tony, who unconsciously follows him around? He also notices Flash more than usual, and fuck, that boy seems to be around Peter a lot. Tony never catches him bullying Peter again, however, and he can’t drag a student to the headmistress’s office just for having a mean glint in his eyes. Or at least that’s what he tells himself repeatedly...

Of course, he’d need to clear it with Peter, and he’s convinced that the boy wouldn’t let him. As it is, Tony’s dying to talk to Peter, to clear a few other things with him, too, but he knows better than to do that. For one thing, he doesn’t want that bullying shithead to notice Peter talking to a teacher for fear of him getting suspicious and taking it out on Peter. Tony knows how badly bullies want to make their victims feel helpless and despite hating himself for letting the bastard believe Peter friendless, he knows that for the moment he can’t do better.

The other reason why he resists seeking Peter out is the fact that Tony needs to figure things out himself, first. After spending so many days worrying about how he pays too much attention to the boy, ever since Monday he can’t shake of the guilt of not noticing him before. Well not him, but the bullying. At that, however, an uncomfortable sensation spreads through his system. It feels like alarm and desperation and it brings out his strongest defences. It took him years to learn and recognise the signs, but now it makes him stop and reflect. Finally, he admits that somehow it is about Peter, but for the moment that’s as far as Tony can get.

Friday afternoon he finds Peter sitting behind a wide tree at the edge of the parking lot, right next to Tony’s car. His immediate thought is that Peter’s hiding and in danger and that he’s been too late again. But then Peter notices him and greets him with an embarrassed but definitely happy smile. He says that he’s been waiting for Tony to thank him in person. Tony shakes his head in exasperation and repeats that no thanks are necessary, but he can’t help feeling warm inside at the thought that his support meant something to the kid.

Suddenly, Tony feels their silence become charged. He has no idea what brought about the change, and figuring it out would mean thinking – something that is almost impossible when his gaze is locked with Peter like this. The moment stretches on until – almost without realising it – Tony speaks.

“You are important, Peter.”

Shit, that wasn’t a thing to tell the kid when they’re standing at the furthest corner of the parking lot boring into each other’s eyes.

“Yes, like every student to every teacher,” Peter huffs and he turns away. Tony wonders if he saw disappointment on his face before the boy speaks again. “But you were the only one who noticed and cared to say anything about it. So, let me just thank you, please?” He sounds defiant and desperate at the same time and Tony finds himself answering without really thinking it through.

“I… I didn’t mean it like that. I meant that you are important to me. It’s impossible not to see what a good person and great talent you are,” and it’s impossible not to see what an abominable, truly despicable person you are, Tony Stark, he tells himself inside. “So, you see?” he wishes his voice wouldn’t sound so weak. “You have nothing to thank me for,” he finishes without adding ‘on the contrary’.

Peter flushes a deep red and tears well up in his yes. He blinks them away, gulps and then remains speechless for a few more seconds.

“Tha…” he starts. “Oh,” he stops, catching himself. “Um, what do I say, then?”

“Why don’t you tell me where you are headed, and I drive you?” Tony offers, deciding to think about it all later. Seeing Peter become so emotional over a compliment makes Tony more worried about him than before. Leaving him on the sidewalk in a state like that is simply out of the question. But Tony has no idea what the right thing is to do in cases like this and it bothers him. He dreads accidentally hurting the kid. But Peter seems to cheer up at the offer, or at least Tony thinks he hears excitement in his stammered thanks.

It turns out that he’s driving Peter home. Tony adds knowing his student’s phone number and home address to the list of things to chew over later, while listening to the boy chatter about a side project he works on and how he’ll have more time this afternoon thanks to Tony driving him home. Tony’s thoughts flash to the project on which he himself intends to make some progress this weekend but then he turns his attention back to Peter.

Despite how nervous he got when Tony offered to drive him, he now seems to be completely at ease, gesticulating animatedly while explaining the chemical formula he’s working on. A warm feeling spreads in Tony’s chest, but it doesn’t chase off the churning unease that’s been lurking ever since he found Peter in the parking lot. Has he been bullied today? Is he fighting to keep his tone light right this moment? No, his abandon and enthusiasm feel genuine. Does Tony dare hope?

Peter is surprised when they pull over in front of his block.

“Oh. Oh... But I haven't even asked you about your weekend," he says, face felling. "Can’t believe I talked all the way home. Sorry."

"Hey, don't worry, kid," Tony hurries to reassure him. "Your project sounds much more fun than mine. I’m glad to have heard about it. Have a nice weekend, Peter."

He expects the boy to get out, but he only shifts in his seat and looks at him with those huge brown eyes, expression bordering on fascination.

"You have a project, too? What are you working on?"

"I'm updating a program," he tries to make it sound the most boring thing imaginable. He hopes that J.A.R.V.I.S. – who's silently listening in the car of course – won’t get too offended.

"What sort of program?" The sheer amount of excitement in the boy's voice makes Tony sure that a) J.A.R.V.I.S's feelings will be all right and b) that his attempt at wrapping up the conversation has failed.

"Listen, kid, I just pulled over, here. Not exactly the best place to have a conversation," he says, realising that he’s genuinely sorry.

"Oh, right, sure,” Peter mumbles. “Thanks for the ride, Mr Stark. Have a good weekend." He scrambles out of the car and runs to the entrance without looking back.

Tony starts driving but doesn’t speed up. He glances back at the spot where they talked and wonders if he made the boy feel rejected. What should he have said? He actually surprised himself by telling this much to the boy, but that's not what irks him. He’s got fool proof cover-ups for J.A.R.V.I.S., after all.  He just couldn't justify sitting in his car with a student discussing their plans for the weekend. That's not something teachers and students do. Driving him home was questionable enough... Not to mention that it definitely counts as a breach of his vow not to be reckless. Tony touches his forehead to the steering wheel and groans. The list of things to think about later is getting out of hand.

And just then his reflections are interrupted by text alert.

"Read it for me, will you, J?" Tony asks glancing at the sensor in the rear-view mirror.

"Message from (718) 594 8983" Tony doesn't recognise the number per se, but he’s very private about his phone number and has only one unsaved contact who texts him. The one he just dropped home.

"I didn't mean to pry about your project. I'm sorry,” he hears in J.A.R.V.I.S.’s soft voice, so unlike Peter’s.

Tony groans. His suspicions were right. The boy took it as rejection. He’s probably sitting in his room right now, worrying about being inappropriate… Sparing only a second to be angry with himself, Tony speaks.

"Answer, please. You didn't pry. You are welcome to ask me all about it some other time. Enjoy your week-end. Send."

God, that boy needs to chill. And what does Tony need to do?

***

Thanks for all of you who follow this story :) I hope you still enjoy it.

Also, just to be clear, Pepper is the headmistress.

Part 6 is out now

[cosmichoneyedblossoms]

Juniper Envy

Pairing: Jooheon x Reader

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 2,363

Summary: What happens when you make Jooheon jealous? It’s not rare for him to get jealous, but when you flirt with his members is when he finally snaps.

“It’s late, I really should head home.” You got up from his bed and made your way to the door when warmth spread over your back.

“Stay with me tonight…” Jooheon cooed, wrapping his arms around you from behind, pulling you into him.

“Are you sure Shownu and Hyungwon would be okay with that?” You asked leaning into him. His heart raced in his chest as his lips brushed over your neck, trailing down to the bit of exposed skin of your shoulders.

“They’re not coming back tonight… it’ll be just us in this room.” His gentle touch sent shivers down your spine as you rested your head against his shoulder.

“You always have ways of making me stay, huh?” You turned in his hold, your eyes connecting with the honey swirled irises.

“Is it wrong of me to want to spend time with you?” Jooheon pressed his lips against your forehead, your eyes closing at his kiss.

“Nothing wrong at all, but we should attempt to go to bed since I have to work in the morning.” You hummed, wrapping your arms around his neck, ghosting your lips over his cheek. Cold fingers met your back as he chuckled against your lips.

“Let’s get you into something more comfortable then.” He pulled away from you to walk over to his dresser, pulling open a drawer to grab you one of his T-shirts. Turning on his heels he caught the sight of your shirt sliding off your arms to bunch up on the floor, the warm lighting of the bedroom illuminating each one of your beautiful curves as you revealed them upon taking off an article of clothing, whether you were wearing clothes or not, your body was as more intoxicating than any drug. Your eyes flashed up to his, your cheeks turning a slight pink.

“What?” The tenderness of your voice melted him while the intense feeling had him smiling.

“Nothing.” He handed the black T-shirt to you and plopped down onto his bed, watching you pull it on, “C’mere.” You turned off the light and made your way to him, laying down beside him; he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you to him, “Goodnight, Princess.”

“Goodnight, Honey.”

“Baby…” Jooheon whispered, sprinkling soft kisses to your cheeks. You groaned in response, turning away from him, “C’mon, Kihyun made breakfast.”

“Are you lying?” Your turned your head to meet Jooheon’s gaze, “The last time you said that, Wonho made breakfast and it was ramen…” Jooheon couldn’t hide his smile as he took in your appearance of a good night's sleep, messy bed head as well as pink indents on your face from the sheets.

“I promise Kihyun cooked this morning.” You sat up, stretching, Jooheon’s eyes falling to the way his T-shirt hugged your body.

“Perfect, I’m starving.” You rested your head against the wall with your eyes closed, attempting to wake up more when something warm pressed up against your lips, his lips. You hummed into the kiss while he pulled you to the edge of the bed, your legs wrapping around him. He lifted you off the bed, his hands cradling your body as he walked towards the door, “Jooheon, let me put on some pants.”

“Nah, it’s okay. Not like the guys will mind.”

“I know they won’t mind, but you shouldn’t want your members to see me in just panties and a T-shirt—”

“It’s not like they want you, they know that you’re mine.” Jooheon opened the door, toting your body out into the dining area.

Did he just say what I think he said…?

“You finally got her up?” Wonho asked, munching on whatever he had slipped in between his lips.

“Finally, she had to make sure Kihyun made breakfast and not you, Wonho.” The others laughed with Jooheon as you unwrapped your legs from around him.

“I thought you loved my ramen, Y/N?!” Wonho whined, his eyes wide in disbelief.

“Go ahead and sit, I’ll grab you a plate.” Jooheon whispered into your ear before disappearing into the kitchen. You had started to make your way to the empty chair next to Minhyuk when a very tantalizing idea came to mind.

“I do love it, Hoseokie, but…” You walked over to Kihyun, plopping down into his lap and wrapping your arms around his neck, “Ki’s cooking beats almost everything.”

“Oh, thank you, Y/N.” Kihyun wrapped an arm around your waist while resting the other against the bare skin of your thighs, giving them a light squeeze.

“No, thank you, you’re really—”

“Y/N…” Hearing your name growled from the other side of the room sent chills through your skin as you turned your eyes onto Jooheon, his brows furrowed, eyes darker than ink.

“What?” You asked, keeping your gaze on him as his hard footsteps thumped over the wood flooring to the table.

“Here’s your plate.” The ceramic plate tinked as it hit the table and Jooheon took a seat in one of the chairs, his gaze glued to his plate.

You walked in front of the white board, the eyes of young minds flicking back and forth from the board to their notebooks, jotting down what you previously wrote on the board, “Now, next Wednesday we’ll go more in depth with the next chapter, but since we have a few minutes left, I’ll just touch on some of it.” You walked over to your desk to grab the projection remote when the door in the back of the room opened, a familiar face coming into the room and taking a seat in the back of the class as the lights dimmed.

Why would Jooheon be here? He knew you had classes all day, so why would he pop in unexpectedly?

“Ms. Y/L/N?” A voice pulled you out of your trance and you clicked the power button on the projector remote for a scale to appear on the screen.

“Alright, chapter three is about chromatic scales. In this chapter…” With a press of a button, the scale was replaced with notes and diagrams of tunings, “We’ll be learning about the 12 pitches, notations, as well as tunings with the 17 and 19 EDO’s…” Your eyes glanced at the clock, a sigh soon escaping you, “But we’ll go over all of this next week—” The room full of students started to pack their things, the sounds of the chairs scuffing and feet making their way up the stairs and out of the room cut off your ending statement. Soon it was just you and Jooheon in the classroom, “Well, this is a nice surprise, my boyfriend—”

“Can we go talk in your office, Ms. Y/L/N.” You sat the remote down onto the desk and looked up at him.

“What is this pertaining to, Mr. Lee?” You asked, walking up the stairs towards him. You could tell he was pissed, his eyes were still dark like this morning, but his face was utterly deadpan. Jooheon gripped your wrist, tugging you out of your classroom, “Ah, Jooheon there’s students here.”

“I don’t care.” He tugged you along as you hid your face from the people in the halls. He pulled you into your office and released his hold on your wrist to slam the door closed.

“What the hell is up with you today?” Your growled question only pissed him off more as he turned to look at you.

“That should be my question. What the hell is going on between you and Kihyun?!”

“Seriously?” You huffed, walking around him to get to your desk; forceful palms hit the wall, trapping you between his arms. His figure towered over you like it has a hundred times before, but this felt different, darker.

“Either you’re going to tell me or I’m going to get it out of you another way.”

“There’s nothing going on, Jooheon. I was just doing it to make you jealous since you didn’t seem to think that the guys would be interested in me.” You avoided his heavy gaze, worried that you would see him get upset over your words. You knew it was a stupid thing to do, but him being so nonchalant about the guys seeing you with barely any clothing on made you just as mad as he was with this situation, “Just because I'm with you doesn't mean they don't look at me or want me. If you think your possessiveness is going to make other guys look away, then you—”

Jooheon had heard enough. Violently hungry lips attacked yours, them nipping at biting at your plumpness, eager to feel you, mark you, make it known that you are his and he wasn’t planning on letting you go anytime soon. He knew all the right things to do to your body to make it a drooling mess without even teasing your core—trail hasty wet kisses down your neck, ghost his fingertips over any exposed skin, whisper the dirtiest of things into your ear, before you knew, your panties had become flooded with your juices.

“Jooheon…” You whined, squeezing your thighs together to suppress the ache he created, “I have to start class soon…”

“Not until I’m done with you.” He picked you up and turned around to sit you on your desk. His fingers slipped under your skirt, tracing over your shape through the damp fabric, a growl rumbling inside his chest, “Already this soaked and I haven’t even touched you.” Jooheon pulled his hand away from your core and unbuckled his belt, his hands soon revealing his throbbing erection,”Spread your legs.” You watched him stroke his length as you did as he told you to do, the soaked pastel pink lacy fabric on display for him; you pulled your panties to the side and spread your folds for him, his mouth watering at the sight of your sticky mess.

The burn inside your core only seemed it get hotter the more you watched him—his dark eyes heavy on you through thick locks of obsidian, his teeth biting into reddened lips trying to hold back groans, his muscles flexing under his shirt with every stroke he gave his member; all of this had your heat screaming for release. Jooheon licked his lips, taking in the pooling juices on the desk, he knew he was the only one who could make you like this, and he wanted to revel in it.

“Joo…” Your lust tainted gaze begged for him to touch you, but you were bad this morning so why would he give you what you wanted?

“What?” He hummed, moving closer to your radiating heat. He was so close, so close that you could wrap your legs around his waist and push him into you, your legs quivered under the anticipation of finally getting to feel him when he pulled away from you.

“Jooheon—”

“You know…” You watched as his hands started to pull up his pants, “I don’t think you really deserve to be fucked by me, maybe I should go get Kihyun to come finish—”

“No, please, no!” You did something that he didn’t expect, you begged— it’s something he’s never heard you do, something that he’s never given you the chance to do, but now he had you in the palm of his hand.

“Are you sure, I’m sure Kihyun would love to try you.”

“No Kihyun, just you. Please, fuck me. Please, you’re the only one I want, please…” Your pleading only aroused him more as he gripped his length and lined it up with your entrance, dragging it up and down your dripping folds, your hips already bucking for more friction.

“You must really want my cock, you’re bucking your hips like a bitch in heat.” Jooheon enjoyed watching you writhe under his touch, with every swipe of his member over your sensitive nub your body quivered, every time he got close to your entrance your moans became raspier and more breathless—if he teased you any longer, he was going to be at the end of his rope.

“Please…” He could hear the frustration in your voice as he finally gave you what you wanted, he rammed his length into you, your hands quick to clamp over your mouth to muffle the scream that escaped your lungs. He pushed you back onto the desk, everything that was in the way was pushed off, it clattering on the floor as he rolled his hips into you. His hand gripped your shoulder giving him more leverage to get as deep as possible inside you, the clenching of your walls starting to become unbearable. You were so close to the edge that every pointed thrust to your sweet spot was sending tingles through your limbs, hazing your thoughts until you just had one left, “Joo— I’m gonna—” Your words got caught in your throat as the flames in your stomach spilled out, you body melting into pure bliss. Jooheon’s erratic pace attempted to help you through your high when he quickly pulled away from your sticky heat.

“Your knees, now, Y/N…” He breathed and you moved from the desk down to the floor as quick as possible, knowing what he wanted. You opened your mouth, sticking out your tongue for Jooheon to pump his warm vitality onto your wet muscle. He watched your lips close around your painted tongue, swallowing his warmth with a smile. You held onto the desk as you stood up to face Jooheon, his eyes following your every movement.

“You should become jealous more often.” You pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek while you pulled your skirt down, fixing your disheveled appearance. Jooheon pulled his pants back up, attempting to make himself look presentable as well.

“The next time you decide to make me jealous by using the guys, I’ll fuck you in front of them, how about that?” His raspy chuckle made you smile as you turned around to pick up the items that fell onto the floor.

“I’ll make a note of that.” You teased and Jooheon’s hand landed a smack to your ass making you gasp.

“Don’t be getting any bright ideas.”

[stillsolo]

for the first in a while, I'm gonna ... try to take it easy, today.  

I actually have a lot to do but I really need to chill the fuck out for a second and take a breather.  my OCD's made my life remarkably difficult lately and I've begun to disassociate in order to cope.  I know disassociation plays a key role in obsessive-compulsive disorders; I know my OCD's fairly severe and it's been getting worse as I get older, but I'm not...usually this bad.  Even when under stress.

for example, a batch of 200 commissioned banner icons suddenly turns into 400+, and I'm still not done because I can't stop keep remaking them.  

oh, this one's coloring is off. but these frames are split second to each other ... can't have that, gotta redo 'em. 

 wait, the pixels are...'weird' looking in the corner, here.  rejected.

this one could've been cropped way better.  how could I expect them to use this?

why is this one in the 'final version' folder when the border around it overlapped a part of the icon?

I need to redo these 73 because the shadow is too dark and blocky beneath the icon.  it’s supposed to be a fade.  it’s what they ordered and you’re not giving them what they asked for. 

someone's paying you for this shit get it TOGETHER

yesterday, my OCD got triggered about 3 times?  I have a couple of forms.  I had a breakdown in front of my mother after she came home and asked me if I ate and I know I must've made some kinda stupid face that gave it away because seconds after she'd asked, I realized I didn't know what the hell ate other than the toast she'd watched me eat before she left for work at 9am.  It was 11pm when she asked.  

I also had mini-breakdown while talking to my customer and it was terribly embarrassing.  I got a nosebleed to top it all off too lmao  ( i'm so sorry if you're reading this, john omfg you've been the best to me and I'm sorry because I'm sure all you'd wanted was icons to rp sdfkjsd )

but I just. 

All of my friends think OCD is just me having high ass standards or just being 'know-it-all'.  I've been called that all my life.  In fact, I've been called that by friends I thought would never say anything like that about me because I thought we were friends

We live in this new age of 'awkward is cute'.   It's hip to be square, cool to be uncool, and sexy to be nerdy and quirky.  and there isn’t any better way to declare your individuality and weirdness than branding yourself 'so OCD' about something.  

Ahaha.

I fucking loathe people who do this.

OCD isn't a quirk or a set of tendencies.  It's not fucking buzzf.eed list, not a little buzzf.eed quiz you can take and readily relate to the results; it's an incapacitating, isolating disease that makes you afraid of your own mind.

If my friends could see, just once, what it's like for me, when I'm caught in an obsessive-compulsive loop, maybe then they'd finally understand me when I say ''''it's bad''''.

Even Something as simple as drawing a line-art from a sketch turns into a complete and total nightmare.  8/10 times, I'll redraw the line-art like — hm, I don' dunno — about 7 fuckin' times in a row, then, delete all of it because IDK, it wasn't 'right'?  ( Who am i kidding; I do the same with sketches ヽ(・ω・)ﾉ  )

Oh, yeah, for sure.  Me and my ‘high fucking standards' did this.

NO.  No one in their right mind would do this.  They wouldn’t re-draw the same fucking drawing 7 times in a row and the same layer style over and over, not even changing things up to maybe get some progress.      Nobody.  Jfc.

And oh, god, that moment when you realize, it's been more than 8/9 hrs since you began and you haven't eaten or drank anything; you don't remember the last time you looked at your phone or what the hell happened to the time because last time you looked, it was 11am and now it’s 9:48pm.

Moreover, you made exactly zero progress on your project — because IDK — there’s no valid reason?  JUST COULDN'T STOP HA

I never thought I would talk about this, but uh, Y'all know how much I love han.  I want Han to be seen in the best light possible.  while SW has been one of the few things that have held a light in my life, he's helped me become a better person in more ways than I can articulate.  and no, I don't mean I suddenly started picking trash up off the highways.

I mean, by writing him in this amazing place filled with people I don’t have IRL who share my interests, I’ve met so many new people, friends, learned so many lessons, about characters and life and writing.  

When I began writing Han, here, I had just learned what present and past tense was in English.  I was winging my writing, trying really hard to understand.  English isn't my first language.  In Cantonese, my native language, there's no such thing as a past tense.  

By writing Han with you guys, I've taken huge steps in life, without even realizing it. 

So, everything I do for han, I want for it to be good.  

Not outstanding, and definitely not exemplary or nonpareil — just ... good. 

And icons — haha.  I love icons.  I love and hate making them.  similar to my writing, I work very hard on his icons.  ... but I need to learn where to draw the line.  

I once remade an icon 23 times before I was happy with it.  ( i had 23 versions left in my folder lmao ).  like these here?  10 versions of each, in the least. 

( the last one is kinda an exception... I think.  I made that one well over 25 times, for sure.  but I think it's because I'm not accustomed to Blaine's coloring yet. ) 

Wow, this really turned into a long post.  I don't really care, though.  My OCD is something that has always been completely ignored IRL.  Shit, it's ignored by even my online friends.  I can't even game online without one of them thinking I must get off on establishing my superiority and overall knowledge of '???’ game.  Haha.

'Show me your build?' :D 'Er...nah. I think I'll pass.' 'Why?  What's the matter?' 'You'll pick it apart.'

It's never considered 'advice' when it's from me.  It's me as a know-it-all, as someone who looks down on others for not having up-to-par stats. 

I'm sorry I did the math for you so you wouldn't have to.  This is simply advice you're free to toss aside, but it's not like it matters.  Even if I reassured that—you're already too annoyed to listen for any longer.

So, I’ll also apologize for how I can recall faction modifiers, body part modifiers, critical hit and stealth modifiers, as well as debuffs; how a certain amount of damage of one type turns into inflicted damage to a target while considering type modifiers and armor, and knowing the damage formulas needed to calculate the number of hit points required to kill an armored or unarmored target, with or without a finisher multiplier figured in — because I want you to do the very best with your weapon of choice, even though I can name 5 different weapons that utterly outclass it by tenfold. 

In reality, I never had much of choice.  Information like that doesn't stop looping in my mind, even at night, when all I want is to sleep.

Sometimes ... I wish I could be that one character on a comedy show who has a quirky disorder or ''OCD'' and everyone seems to love him for it because he's funny when he does it or he's generally helpful 

More often than not, my OCD just ruins everything.  I don't feel like I belong anywhere.

I need to take a breather.

[mystic-messenger-writing]

okayyyy this may sound silly buttttttt, how would the RFA+V&Saeran (i'm so sorry if it's too much) react to their smol s/o's face always being red? like not blushing bUT THEIR S/O HAS RED CHEEKS ALL THE TIME. thank uuuu

This is literally one of the cutest requests ever oh my gosh! I’m sorry if they’re a little on the short side, I had two projects due today because my professors hate me so I didn’t have a lot of time to write them longer ugh. But I still sincerely hope that you enjoy and thank you for the request!! :D

Yoosung

Yoosung absolutely adores your red cheeks!

He literally squealed with happiness the first time he saw you because oh my gosh how can someone be so cute?

Yoosung blushes and his own cheeks turn red a lot so he gets it

He’ll constantly tell you how cute you look

He totally pinches your cheeks all of the time because of your cuteness like you may give this boy a heart attack of from your cuteness

Random cuddle sessions because when Yoosung thinks someone/something is cute, he’ll cuddle the heck out of them

You and Yoosung become the cutest, red cheeked couple ever~

Zen

At first, Zen thinks that you just blush all of the time

“I know that I look like a god but babe you don’t have to blush all the time when you’re around me~”

Zen no

Once he finally realizes that your cheeks are naturally red all of the time he dotes so much over you

Will always tell you how adorable you are because of your cute little red cheeks 

Zen starts taking almost fifty pictures of you a day because he thinks that you’re just so adorable

He’ll also always show you off when the two of you are out and about because he wants everyone to know that you’re the most adorable person ever and just adores your cute little red cheeks

Jaehee

Jaehee thought that you were sick when she first noticed that your cheeks were red

But when you explain to her that they’re always like that she’s in love

Will literally just look at you and go “Awww!”

She smiles like ten times more than usual because you generally make her happy but she just finds you so precious

Will beat the crap out of anyone who dares to say anything negative about your red cheeks

She’ll sometimes just stare at your face because you’re so precious and when you look at her, she starts to turn red in the cheeks herself

Jumin

Jumin’s kind of confused at first when he notices that your cheeks are red 24/7

He legitimately thinks that you’re sick and starts calling six different doctors to come check on you

You have to calm this poor man down and explain that you’re not sick, your cheeks are just always red

Instant relief, but it just makes him more confused like why are they like that?

But he eventually grows to love it and Jumin will often give small kisses to your cheeks, with him telling you how beautiful you are

Jumin becomes kind of obsessed with how beautiful your cheeks are and has a blurry photo taken by him as his phone screen saver

Seven

Seven thought that he was going to have a heart attack from the cuteness that is you when he first saw you

He will literally just poke you cheeks all of the time and if you ask him why he’s doing it, he’ll say it’s because you’re so cute

Seriously you two will be watching a horror movie and right when it gets to a jump scare Seven will poke your cheeks

Seven, my boy, please chill

If you’re ever feeling insecure about your red cheeks, Seven will put on some of his cosplay makeup blush so he looks just like you

Seven will constantly tell you how cute you are because in his eyes, you really are the cutest person in the world to this dork

V

V still can’t see very well, basically his vision is pretty blurry here

So when he first meets you, he doesn’t really notice your red cheeks

But when he leans in for a kiss for the first time, he hesitates and asks if you’re sick

Precious boy is so concerned about your health bless him

You tell him that they’re just naturally red and he’s like whoa

This might sound weird but he’ll just kind of lay his palm on your cheeks

It becomes sort of a new relaxing thing for V to just touch your cheeks and feel the warmth from them, it’s basically the sweetest thing ever

Unknown

Saeran’s super confused why your cheeks are red and will constantly question you why they are

You tell him that they’re just naturally red, nothing more or less

He starts hesitantly touching your cheeks, muttering how cute they look

One day Saeran sees that you’re upset because someone made fun of your cheeks

Home boy wants to go and murder the douche but he knows that he should comfort you first

So he places a nervous kiss on your cheeks, telling you without muttering that you’re beautiful to him and that’s all that matters

Now Saeran will constantly kiss your cheeks and makes sure you know that he loves every part of you, especially your cheeks

[pbandjesse]

Today was a much better day. Emotionally I waa much happier. And that lead to a much better day.

I still wasnt thrilled to wake up. But I felt cute. And James made me a sandwich and packed me a muffin. Made me feel loved. But I didn't want to go anywhere. I wanted to be home. But Marcus messaged me that he was staying home. So I could not. I needed to go. It would be good for me to be there with the kids.

I got the bus after a nice bike ride. And got to work on time. I spent the morning doing a little painting for our mural. And then down to see the kids.

Emotionally I could feel myself being better today. So when i had the kids sitting down for yoga, both little kids and big kids, I explained to them my feelings, and how I may have been harsh yesterday. And so i apologized. Because they should hear that adults can own up to mistakes and ackowlege bad days. And we had a good yoga time. The big kids enjoyed ballet. At least most of them. It was still nice.

Art time was fun. I walked around with Bob the lizard on my shoulder. Which freaked all the adults out and made the kids laugh. And we painted and me and Tiffany worked on cleaning the room. The kids who were done helped organize. We sorted paper by color for next weeks project. The youth workers washed containers and fixed up our water color pallets. It was a productive morning.

We had some good times in reading. Lunch was good. At recess poor Bre'Asia rolled over her foot on the skateboard and there were a lot of tears. But I talked her down. I felt bad that she got hurt but I felt proud that she calmed down and we got some ice and worked on some breathing. She was limping a little but she'll be okay.

First time with the big kids I decide we were finally actually going to do some math. Mostly because one of the boys had have jokingly complained that we had only done science Technology and Engineering. Fair. I'm not very good at math. But what I am good at is budgeting. So that's what we did.

I reduce the concept of Economics to the kids. What is an economy. And then we figure it out how someone survives everyday. I asked the kids if any of them ever had a job. I had someone who said that they had mowed lawns or shovel snow. So they were landscapers. We had people who were babysitters. We had someone who had sold something at a bake sale so they were Baker now. We also had trash collectors. Because that's something that I have discovered is a thing in Baltimore. People who pay kids in the neighborhood to clean up. And that's really nice. So I made up prices. Or salaries. We went by the hour first. But before they found out what the pay was they all had to pick a job. They got an index card and they had to write down one of those for jobs on their next car. I didn't want them to pick the job that pay the most. So my landscapers made the most. And my babysitter's made the least. Trash collectors were up there as well and Bakers had two different pay scales. You were either an owner or you work at the bakery. It was only a $5 difference.

Once they had all chosen that we had to figure out what our daily pay was. They took their hourly rate and they times 2 by 8. And then once they have that we had a big r weekly. So they times that by 5. And then we got to figure it out monthly. So we did it by 4. Lot of math.

Then we talked about once and needs. What is a want and what doesn't eat. I basically gave my speech that I give at The Company Store at the BMI. And then I signed prices two things. You spend $200 a month on food. You can spend $50 to $100 a month on clothing. And then you got to choose if you live in a house or apartment or mansion. You chose if you rented or owned. And then I told you how much you paid.

At the end are trash collectors had a good amount of money left over if they own to their house and only spent $50 a month on clothing. No one who had a mansion have any left over money. Most of them were negative $2,000. Whatever babysitters have $50 left over and one had five. It was really interesting to see how they would choose to spend to their needs budget and what they would have left over for a want. I think it kind of opened up their eyes a little bit and that was cool. But we didn't talk about taxes in our math. So we talked about what is attacks why do they take 35 to 45% of our paychecks. Talked about how it pays for public school and the roads and the fire department and homeless shelters and services. How taxes are not a bad thing even though they can feel annoying. Let me talk about minimum wage. I had all of the people that we're getting paid on our board at base level Maryland minimum wage and then it only went up from there. But then we talked about what federal minimum wages. How it hasn't changed since I had my first job in 2009. How even though they're talkin about raising it to $15 an hour it's going to have the same spending power as $7.25. And why that sucks.

People always complain that I never learned how to do a budget or pay taxes in school. Never really learned all taxes were. And I think that's fair. So it was good to be able to talk to my kids today even though they're only between the ages of 10 and 13. I think it was good for them to start thinking about it.

I went took my break after that. Mackenzie was very upset about something so she came inside with me. We both just laid on the couch has listen to her headphones. The day was over. I finished up with little kids. Handed out snacks. Cleaned the room. And then I took everyone downstairs to go home.

James texted me that the landlady for the apartment that we want finally got back to her. The holdup has been that his apartment is not answering her phone calls. She's trying to get some background information and get some contacts on him and they're just not answering. I'm not shocked because they don't seem to answer for anything. The hole-in-the-wall, leaking shower. Annoying but I think she is going to try one more time and if she doesn't hear anything back she's probably just going to go off of my stuff and jobs and things like that. And it's not definite but I think we have the apartment. I told James I'm not going to believe we have it until the keys are in my hand. And if we don't get it I'll be sad but that just means somewhere better is out there.

I took the bus home. I stopped for Chipotle. I got it without sour cream so that I could more easily packet for tomorrow on our field trip. I got back here and I ate my tacos. And packed away the food. I did some sewing. The quilt is almost finished. There's a couple places I'm going to have to hand sew because of where the beads are. But most of it's complete. I only cut myself on sewing needles four times today. I worked until my back hurt. And then I hung out for a bit.

James is at a dinner with all of his boyfriends. I hope he's having a good time. I had a panic because sweet peas mouth is still very swollen so I tried to give him a Benadryl and he started foaming at the mouth and crying and I thought he was choking it was really upsetting. But he's okay. I gave him some milk to get the taste out of his mouth. And I took a bath and tried to calm down. And now I'm going to work on my backpack for the field trip tomorrow. We are going to a ropes course. We're driving almost all the way to Virginia. I think. I'm not entirely sure where we're going. But I'm very excited. And it seems like only about half of our kids are actually coming so it maybe it'll just be like a nice chill day. Love a chill day.

So wish me luck. I am terribly afraid of heights so a Ropes Course in the trees is terrifying. But it'll be a good time. I love being in nature. But I love being with my kids. So it should be good. I hope you all have a great night. Sleep well. Be safe. Send Good Vibes.

[pbandjesse]

Today was mostly a day for resting. I feel sort of off. Maybe its because James is going out of town for a few days? Unsure. But I feel a bit weird right now. Hopefully i can shake that off.

The morning started early. James gor uo at 630, and I did not long after. The Comcast/internet appointment was at 730, and i wanted to be dressed and make sure sweetp was comfy, sequestered in the studio. We each made our own breakfasts and started the wait.

I worked in my studio a little. James did some stuff. We waited. At 8 they called that they would be there in a second. Okay cool. James went outside to wait. At 845 I went downstairs to check on him. He came upstairs with me.

We chilled on the couch, I convinced him to call. This was around 850. They now are about 20 minutes away. Which is when James had to leave for work. Ugh. We were supposed to be the first appointment of the day??

So James left for work. And i waited. I worked on art. I let sweetp out because I felt bad. I wasn't feeling so good and the stress of waiting was making me feel bad.

Finally. Finally!!! At 10am they rang our (working!!) doorbell. Guys. You were supoosed to be here 2 and a half hours ago. It was a man and a woman. They didnt mention how late they were. But they were nice. They came up and got everything done fairly quickly. Me and the guy had to go down to the backyard (which is locked) to attach a wire. But it went easy enough and now we have internet. Stellar.

I felt a little better once I was alone. And I had a project idea to work on. I wanted to make a soft cuddly spot in the studio.

I went and pulled out all th extra pillows and blankets we had. Found my 2 red fake fur blankets. They arent exactly the same size but I pinned them up and added some folds to fix that issue. And sewed them together. I left a section open and stuffed the pillows and blankets inside. I tried to make them as flat and even and possible. And it worked really well!! I might get like a cheap matress topper when we go to target next week just for a bit more squish, but its really cozy!! Im sitting on it with sweetp right now, who also seems to really enjoy it.

I had some lunch. And biked over to the store to get a couple food items we needed. It was real humid today but i was able to have all the windows open and have a nice breeze. It's so nice in here.

I read my book for a while. Did a little more organizing. I took a bath. I was really tired. Emotionally, physically. At around 230 I laid in bed and watched videos. And sometime closer to 4 I fell asleep.

I got up at 5 and felt very groggy. I watched some videos. And soon James was home!

He made us tex mex for dinner. And now he's packing for his trip. I hope he has a good time even if I'm going to miss him.

I'm going to go bother him in the other room. Its weird how far away I can be from him in the same apartment. It's nice to have our own spaces. But we still like to be together!

Tomorrow I have work. And then I think our rescheduled photo shoot. I hope to do more art and enjoying the space. I hope you are all having a great night! Sleep well!!