#OKI I'M DONE NOW LMAO

[kimmexart]

hey..🌚should do a match up with me and dbd/slashers... (we both know who i really wanna be paired up with)

okie dokie so my personality is pretty quiet and timid around others. i don't talk much at school (even with my friends LMAO) and i always have my headphones on. im desi with pretty light olive skin (i have no melatonin) and brown eyes! i have dyed burgundy hair that runs up to my breasts that's naturally a little wavy but i always straighten it because i HATE how it looks natural. i have wispy bangs too :3

my hobbies are batman, i literally collect all batman related things, cats, horror movies, video games, drawing and baking. and writing heheheh!! im an INTP and im a huge rainy day and gilmore girls and gothic architecture lover >.‹

i'm 5'4 and i'm extremely sensitive so id prefer my lover to be someone who's quiet and understanding yk, someone who doesn't make fun of me for crying easily or being clingy. i collect ghostface merch for a living as well LMAO.

my appearance isn’t very skinny but i’m not chubby either, i’m like literally in the middle. i have barely a tummy but i have thicker thighs and a round face. i work out everyday by going to the gym when it’s about to close )because i prefer not socializing with others) and i do cardio and pilates.

sorry this is kinda messy i’ve never done one of these before but i saw your page and your cute lil match ups and i knew i had to!! thank you 💗💗

HAHAH ILY ILL DO YOUR RESIDENT EVIL ONE ON A SEPARATE ONE 😫😫 but i’ve been working crazy hours so i apologize if it’s late and sloppy 🙁🫶

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I shall match you with…

Ghostface (Danny ‘Jed Olsen’ Johnson)

******

You were supposed to be one of his victims. A silly little one you are, he followed you home. Lurking in the shadows and thank to the help of the loud music blasting from your headphones masking his footsteps.

He had been following you for weeks now as the days went by he grew more and more intrigued. He hid in the darkness creeping outside one of the windows as he watched you play one of your favorite video games.

“What your favorite scary movie?” his voice was low, but smooth you didn’t recognize the voice as you picked up the phone.

“who’s this?” you asked pushing your eyebrows in confusion pausing the video game. The voice on the other end let out a dry chuckle “Answer the question.”

“Well, i guess… (insert Favorite Movie)” You said softly.

“a classic” he responded with a approving hum as he flipped the knife in between his fingers “I knew i liked y’a”

“uh, okay?” you respond awkwardly “anyways.. im busy i should go now” you cleared your throat hanging up the phone before he could stop you.

*ring*

*ring*

The phone began to ring soon after, “Look leave me the fuck alo-“ You blurted through the open line as you held the phone up to your ear.

“Your gonna get it now!” His voice was more sharper and direct. it caused you to tense almost instantly “You don’t get to hang up the phone doll! that isn’t how it works.”

A creaking sound made your head snap to the direction. your eyes glanced over to the window that was once closed now wide open with the moonlight peeking through, and a breeze pushing the curtains.

Your breath got caught in your throat as you dropped the phone and made a run for it, “Logical as always babe!” It was the man over the phone- however his voice was somewhere in your house.

He followed you into your bedroom, a grin underneath his mask as he stared at the closet “i only wanna play” he said with a chuckle “tell me about that scary movie” he crouches infront of the closet door.

You peeked through the small crack to see the cheap mask and leather cloak, your pupils completely dilated unable to respond.

he played with the blade his leather gloves gliding over the knife, “your no fun like this” he said forcing the closet door open, weeks- that’s how long he prepared for this moment he forced your body to the ground straddling your hips. He used his left hand to pin your hands over your head which the knife in his right.

You squirmed and screamed at him to stop trying to free yourself.

He held the knife tightly as he stabbed the knife- he aimed for your head but instead it buried itself into the wood flooring besides your head.

He let out a shakey breath, this was the first time he wasn’t able to kill his victim. How he hated this feeling- he failed. Weeks of preparation and now when having you all to himself he couldn’t.

This was going to be his masterpiece, the perfect crime

The crime no one will ever forget.

“Fuck.” he muttered underneath the mask as he pulled the knife out from the ground and forced himself off.

“Fuck!” he said placing the bottom of his boot against your chest. He looked down at you full of anger and annoyance even if you couldn’t see his reaction you knew. Letting out a small cry as you tried to force his shoe off. “i’m watching, i’m always going to be fucken watching” he says before he disappeared into the night.

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“So that’s all that happened?” The pale man across from you type, a small scar on his forehead.

Your head was in your hands in frustration and Annoyance hearing the constant typing from his computer “Yes Danny” you said curtly.

The two of you were at a cafe, Danny was a journalist who had heard about your experience with the new serial killer- who you found out was named ‘Ghostface’

“It was as if he could kill me- no he wanted to” you said taking a small sip of your warm drink “He tried- but couldn’t he wasn’t weak at all, he was… amazing”

His fingers froze, Danny’s eyes glanced back up at you. he was flustered by the fact you called him ‘Amazing’

He nodded “Well,” he clears his throat before continuing “Just be more aware of your surroundings from now on, maybe have some friends stay over”

“i just moved here, im new and don’t have friends or family in town” you said with a small sigh.

He knew that of course, He wasn’t stupid he did stalk you for weeks following you around town and going through your stuff at home to learn more about you.

he wrote his number on a small sticky note “call me, i’ll be your friend” he said with a dry chuckle

as he laughed your eyes flickered in recognition but only for a moment. something about him was off, you couldn’t pin point what. brushing off those thoughts you gave him a small smile and nod “thank you Danny,”

you hand gently brushed over his as you grabbed the stick note.

He’s truly become obsessed with you.

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Danny huffed in annoyance as he hooked the last victim onto the hook. He walked away he dug into his cloak pulling out a photo of you.

A frown decorated his lips as he waited for the entity to start a new trial, he missed you dearly you were his favorite victim and partner.

His fingers gently grazed over the folded polaroid.

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(What if like, you just appeared in a trail as a new survivor bc the entity was getting tired of danny lacking. But you would only see him as ghostface and not danny. but like would he kill you?) 😫😫 making me think about the yummy angst taht could come from this.

It was between him or Legion 😫😫 but we both know why i picked danny. anyways i luv this idea. i usually write it out differently like sections but this is something new. it’s 2 am so if it’s messy i’m sorrryyyy. I luv writing danny as mean but silly. Hope you enjoy!!!

[livelaughlovelams]

okay okay okay von steuben questions - errrr off the top of my head

he got kicked out of prussia (prussian army) for being gay? i know that's a fact but i don't know details :p

and benjamin franklin... he denied the gay allegations or just graciously ignored them while recommending steuben to washington? i feel like these two facts lack clarity and would love to know more about steuben in the military in general.

i know he was awesome (i read this somewhere, i think it was lafayette's bio - that he would get mad and ask his aides to swear at the soldiers for him lmao)

sorry for the... rambly ask. i'll also definitely be checking out your book recommendations!!!

AAAAAAA YAYAYAYAYAA OKIE!!!!

1. Well, yes and no! He was kicked out of the Prussian army originally because Frederick the Great was cutting down his staff, like, a lot, and Von Steuben initially wasn't KICKED OUT, although he was demoted DRASTICALLY, And was in a regiment he used to command. Count Von Anhalt, who was chief of staff at the time, had beef with Steuben for, like, no reason, and so they allegedly duelled, according to some biographers, though we lack evidence. After the duel, however, Von Anhalt completely removed Steuben from the Prussian army! Thanks to his "very close friend", (wink wink lover) Prince Henry III/ Heinrich III of Prussia, Henry recommended Steuben to a major duchess, and Steuben actually lived in Prussia for 10 more years!! He served a minor role in the court of Hohenzollern-Hechigen, and got Azor during that time! Azor Azor Azor we love Azor. He probably, like, found Azor as a stray or something, and went "oo pretty dawg you're never gonna be hungry again let's get a bedazzled collar on you and now you're a poor aristocrat like me yay" or something like that. That was really off topic actually, continuing. While he served in the court of Hohenzollern-Hechigen, rumors about his sexuality and his relationship with other men spread like wildfire, mostly behind his back. Frederick the Great didn't mind that much, however, being homosexual himself. But the people were incredibly loud about their opinions, and it was clear something had to be done. In the summer of 1777, Von Steuben visited Paris to see his friend, Comte de Saint-Germaine. (Who I think is actually so awesome but that's another story for another time.) While he was visiting Saint-Germaine, Pierre Caron de Beaumarchais and Silas Deane scouted him and we're like "Yoo, you're so cool, wanna get a job with us?" And he was like "nah lol America sounds boring as heck." And then Franklin was like "yo I'm with them and istg it's so cool and I'm like famous so join me" and Von Steuben was like "ERM no I don't wanna hear anything else about this murica I'm going back to Germany" and so he did, and... Uh oh. The second he returns, it turns out while he was gone, an anonymous letter was submitted to the courts, and the princes of Hohenzollern-Hechigen, claiming that Steuben had "taken liberties with young boys", which is an EXTREMELY controversial sentence in the amrev community. They were accusing him of being a p3d0phile, basically, specifically attracted to young boys.... Supposedly? There are many interpretations. I personally believe the letter referred to men around 18 years old, considering Von Steuben's relationship with men around that age later. There has never been any evidence that Von Steuben was a pedophile, though there definitely is evidence he was homosexual, or queer at the very least. Frederick the Great didn't find any evidence he was attracted to children, either, though allegedly did officially exile the baron for charges of homosexuality, which was a federal crime, only 5 days after he returned to Prussia. Von Steuben, now broke and with nowhere to go, returned to Paris and was like "Hey Franklin, about that offer, I could use it right now" and Franklin was like "YEAHHH BOI" And so they met up at a bath house, a place homosexual men commonly met to... H**k up, and a place Von Steuben was DEFINITELY familiar with. Franklin thought everything was looking good, and the group agreed that he'd be a great general for Valley Forge. Right before they sent him, however, they found out that he was attracted to men... THE NEXT PART GOES FOR QUESTION 2 TEEHEE

So... Yeah! Details! Yeah, he was pretty much kicked out for being gay :c

2. FRANKLIN'S RESPONSE WJOWJSJSJS

Franklin, Deane, and Beaumarchais... Honestly didn't care. Beaumarchais himself was pansexual, Deane was an ally and honestly indifferent, and Franklin was a MAJOR ally, some sites even saying he was queer himself, though I, as always, lack evidence. The group actually rushed to send him to America quicker, after finding out that... By law, Von Steuben was to be prosecuted wherever he went, as long as they could find him, and he was still in Europe. That was a thing... Yup... So they basically rushed him over so he wasn't hung or something, yay!! Franklin then wrote a flowery letter to George Washington basically saying "hey man I'm sending this really cool Prussian, he was a general, an aide to the king, and allat." Von Steuben was NOT a general in Prussia, and that was likely something Franklin made up to try to make up for the damage done to Von Steuben's reputation. From what we know, it was likely that Washington actually knew Von Steuben was homosexual before he arrived, but also couldn't care less.

So, that probably makes sense, but if it doesn't, I'm 100% here to clarify, I'm so sorry I ramble a lot.

(as a wise redditor once said, "he doesn't have to BE straight, he just has to shoot straight" man, I love military redditors during pride month.)

3. Yup yup!

Von Steuben actually didn't know much English! He DEFINITELY got, like, scarily and aggressively angry, and would call over his aides, mostly his lovers actually, because his lovers served as his aides-de-camps as Frederick taught him to do, okay I'm rambling sorry, but he would say "My dear Du Ponceau/Walker, please come swear for me in English. These fellows won't do what I bid them to!"

Von Steuben would get, like, ANGRY angry, and they'd usually have to calm him down after a while :P

Du Ponceau, aide and (lover?) to the baron, said that the soldiers would laugh out loud when they heard Du Ponceau translate all these scandalous words in his calm and reserved voice.

... I'm an extremely hardcore Steuponceau shipper btw so I hope this isn't biased but it might be😬

Von Steuben also had an extremely eclectic personality and was a genuinely funny guy, even when he was simultaneously being a big scary drillmaster/inspector general.

OKAY SO UH FIRST OFF TYSMMMM FOR THE QUESTIONS AAAA I LOVE YAPPING, I HOPE YOU ENJOYED AN EVEN MORE RAMBLY ANSWER!!! IF YOU NEED ME TO DO A SECOND ONE ON SPECIFICALLY THE COOL STUFF HE DID IN AMERICA, I 100% WILL, OR IF YOU NEED ME TO CLARIFY ANYTHING OR MAKE IT CLEARER, I 1000000% WILL!

Also EEEEEEEEEEE THE BOOK RECS YAYAYAYAY :OOOO TY!?!?!! (I wasn't loved as a child in case it wasn't obvious :>>>>>)

[fakesimp]

could I please get sub vox? if not it’s okie^^

"Well then, Make me." , With Vox Akuma

Warning !

Nsfw ; Kissing ; Marking ; Overstimulation ; Cursing ; Sub ! Vox ; Soft Dom ! Reader ; Mentions of Sex at the end

Minors DNI !!

A/n : Genuinely surprised to get this one lmao, but I hope you like it ! I'm sorry if it didn't reach to your expectations.. (⁠´���；⁠ω⁠；⁠｀⁠)

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You stared at his messy state, doesn't know how to feel. "You couldn't even wait huh?" You announce yourself by asking your Beloved voice demon, Vox Akuma. About this, state he's in. He look over at you and let out a breathy laugh, "Haha.. how about you, haah- help me.. hmm? Ah" he asked as he smirked.

"Hmm, considerable." You approached him and sat next to him, he unconsciously move himself closer to you as he continue touching himself. "Go help yourself." You said as you gently ran your hand through his hair, earning a small groan from the demon. "Why-?, you're here, hmmh- to help me, no-?" He asked as he lean his head closer to your hand, "No? I didn't say that. I come to sit next to you to watch you touch yourself." You put your hand on his cheek and gently rub your thumb on it.

"Just when I thought you're going to help me, haha" Vox laughed, but at who? Himself? You'll never know. "I would if you're patient enough to wait for me." You said moving your hand away, "Now, go on, I'll watch you touch yourself." You got off the bed and grabbed a chair and sat there watching him. "Are you sure hah, you don't want to help darling? hn" He looked at you, almost pleading. He looks kind of tempting, clothes messy, pants down to his knees, hand on his shaft while the other on his nipples, his face flushed.

"Yes, now continue."

. . .

"Fuck fuck fuck- Wait-" Vox grabbed your hand that kept on moving despite the fact he had came, but, this is not the first time he came. It's already, multiple. "Hmm, You can cum more for me right?" You asked as you move his hand away, "Let m-, mE breathE- GH-!" His voice cackled slightly, he then let out a groan when you pressed his tip a slightly tighter than before. "Hah, hahaha- you.." He didn't finish his sentence and just closed his eyes enjoying the sensation you gave him.

"You're being unexpectedly obedient today," You said as you work your mouth on his chest, peppering kisses and hickeys. "Hm? You want me to be naughty then?" He asked teasingly, you went silent for a moment. Thinking what to say to that, "Perhaps." Then it's Vox's turn who went silent. "Well then, Make me."

"Don't jinx it Vox Akuma."

. . .

The pain and pleasure you gave him, he loved it. You move your face closer to his ear, softly nibbling at his earlobe as you continue move your hand that is on his shaft. Making him squirming a bit, and without a warning you move your face to his shoulder—

Bite - !

Vox's breath hitched when he felt your teeth sinking into his skin, "Hah, Took you long enough to do that-" he said as he let out a breathy laugh. "Sometimes I forgot how masochistic you are Vox." You said as you kissed his cheek, "But not that I'm complaining." You nibbled on his cheek earning a small chuckle from him.

"Just letting you know we're nowhere near finish."

"I know, who said that I'm done here?"

©fakesimp . 2023

A/n : Oh no, Uhhhh, Does this, reach your expectations anon? (⁠ ⁠；⁠∀⁠；⁠) I hope so, I'm sorry if this is not what you're expecting. ｡⁠:ﾟ⁠(⁠;⁠´⁠∩⁠`⁠;⁠)ﾟ⁠:⁠｡

( 3/5 )

[praetorqueenreyna]

2023 AO3 Year-End Fic Review

I found the AO3 review I had made last year and decided to fill it out for 2023! Answer all the questions yourself, then tag some friends!

What is your AO3 account?

I'm at LittleQueenTrashMouth on AO3!

2. How many words did you write total in 2023?

I wrote 69, 299 words in 2023 for 4 different fandoms! Well 3-4, since one fic was a crossover fic. Most of that was for ACOTAR, which is HILARIOUS considering last year I was so convinced that I was done with ACOTAR. I played myself. It's also way more words than I wrote the past few years, which is cool!

3. How many fics did you publish in 2023? How many multichapters vs oneshots?

I published 17 fics in 2023, 15 of which were for ACOTAR. 3 of those are multichapter, and the other 14 were oneshots.

4. What was your longest fic? Your shortest fic?

The longest fic CONTINUES to be my multichapter Tamlin/Lucien fic, lovely and lonely, which is now at 27,528 words and is ALMOST DONE. My longest oneshot is the Nesta/Eris fic, counterintelligence, which is at 4,446 words. The shortest fic I wrote last year was you up?, which is a modern AU Tamlin/Rhysand fic.

5. What was your most popular fic? Your least popular fic?

My most popular fic was lovely and lonely, which is now at 2,044 hits and 107 kudos!! My least popular fic was the Tamlin/Briar fic Come, my drifting flower, which is at 29 hits and 5 kudos. But TO BE FAIR all the fics I wrote for my gift exchanges are at the bottom of the list for hits/kudos, because they were only published like a week ago!! So the least popular fic that has been online for over a month is my Eris Week fic Concession Strategy, which is at 168 hits and 11 kudos. BUT ACTUALLY I'm realizing now that somebody put the fic in a secret collection so nobody has been able to read it in months lmao. So my REAL ACTUAL least popular fic is the Tamlin/Amarantha fic obsessed with you, at 226 hits and 17 kudos.

6. What fic didn't perform as well as you thought it would?

I feel like I've answered this before lmao but ANYWAY I thought a knife for every heart would perform a little better. It's been up since March and has 143 hits. I guess people don't want to read about Lestat and the Corinthian fucking nasty.

7. What fic performed way better than you thought it would?

ALREADY my Nesta/Eris ACOTAR secret santa fic soare cu dinți is performing way better than expected! It was posted just a couple weeks ago and already has 262 hits, which is PRETTY GOOD for an ACOTAR rarepair! In general I've found that Neris fandom fucking SHOWS UP when you write them fic, which is awesome!!!

8. What was your favorite fic you wrote in 2023?

LMAO my favorite fic this year continues to be my Yellowjackets fic, Lagomorpha. idk I just love writing body horror and psychosexual tension and learning about how fucked up rabbits are. I also just LOVE Shauna, I'd really like to write more from her POV in the future!!!

9. What was your favorite fic that somebody else wrote in 2023?

OKAY LISTEN!!!! yall are very talented but really stood no chance against @goforth-ladymidnight's Tamcien fic A Second Chance. Seriously, if you haven't read this fic, GO READ IT RIGHT NOW!!! IT'S AMAZING!!! LIFE CHANGING!!!! EARTH SHATTERING!!!

10. Tag your friends to have them do this year-end fic review as well!!

OKIE I TAG PEOPLE!!! if you see this and I don't tag you, please fill it out!!

@queercontrarian @northern-star-polaris @riote @thevanserrras @foxcort @goforth-ladymidnight @andrigyn @looseleaflettuce @isterofimias @drowning-in-cacophony

[theresa-of-liechtenstein]

i am hanging on by a single fucking thread that is being whittled down to the last fiber. but, for tradition's sake.

tita conductor: there's a lot of notes in this movement. sir. [stares balefully at composer]

the composer told everyone at one point, "and this is where the choir starts rustling," to which tita conductor pulled the most face to ever face, which sent the triumvirate in the front stands into paroxysms of laughter, and then said, "okie dokie.......whatever you say, boss!" further driving us into hysterics

we (i) are out here using violin technique we (i) have never seen in our (my) lives genuinely. i have never had to deal with so much glissando in my whole entire life and now i'm doing it every like five minutes.

i had to negotiate with tita conductor and the composer to split the glissando between t wo strings because it was originally sul D and one of the music majors helped advocate with me which was. honestly great and made me feel more empowered

i'm making this post entirely by listening to my voice memos recording of rehearsal because i remember nothing about it except a vaguely ill feeling i had the whole time and boy this sounds actually dizzying. also rip my ears having to listen to me fumble around my stand for my pencil apart from rip my ears from having to listen to me sounding like actual dogshit

the concert is in two weeks from saturday LMDGHGSDKHHGKKHGSKHGD i have never been so fucking COOKED in my entire life

i take every single ventpost i have made about tita conductor back. she's doing her best.

there's such a fucking beautiful bit of the main theme done by the bassoon, which is a representative instrument of one of the characters and tita conductor was like "this makes me a little weepy, because it's been a hard day" 🥺

there's a literal part where the fucking. clown march thing is quoted and when i was listening to the MIDI to pre-game for this rehearsal last night i genuinely thought i had made it up but i got the part today and???? it's fucking real?????????? we're quoting the fucking clown march 😭😭😭😭😭

tita conductor: "the circus! also known as presidential politics, but..."

i am going to have to find a way to practice that bit without feeling like an absolute fool lmao

trumpet: "i have a natural sharp note."

tita conductor: "you wanna give me a measure number? ...oh. yeah. you do!"

eventually it got clarified by the composer that it was a typo, to which tita conductor said "the joy of living composers: we can just ask him! we don't need to bring out our ouija boards or anything...

so i've finally decided i'm going to give my parts, bowed, to tita conductor before i start driving to my campus visit so. there's that. yeah.

[ask-starverse]

Who may happen to be the "leading characters" of Starverse? :3 A certain cast of characters, or just one? Is there even a leading position? Ooh, so many questions ! ⊹₊ ⋆

i had to remember that "leading character" meant protaganist of a story- SORRY ANON I'M DUMB AND MY MEMORY IS CRAP- 😭 (i like your enthuiasiam tho! :D)

but to answer your question there, lots of characters actually! tho i ain't too sure if that is true-? i don't really...plan to make anyone the protaganist much..?

because well, you have ten questions to ask of any character, and move on to the next! but..if i had say who are the leading characters here...

i'd have to say it's The Lunar Stars and The Crescent Moons.

okay okay..technically there is supposed to be three..groups? teams? to be the leading characters, but the third groups designs aren't..done, or finished yet so sucks to suck for me ig? lmao-

i'm sure you know who those are, right? or not..that's also fine! it is supposed to be a little secret after all ;D

tho i may have to redesign two specific skeletons here from one of the teams lmao..i'm sorry but i ain't too pleased with their designs- it looks extremely off ngl...

oh yeah! just so ya know, the characters here have different names from their counterparts! so lookie out for those!

oki doki- i may have to stop rambling now lmao! thanks for being the first asker anon!

sincerely,

- Mod Star 🌟

[alelelesimz]

totk 100% progress ramble :D a bit long

oki so for context i finished totk last july. by then i wasn't using any guides (other than some help in certain puzzles here and there :p) and by the time i beat ganondorf i was at 66.97%! sadly i didn't take any screenshots of how many koroks i had by then but what i know is that i had already maxed out my inventory so it was around 450 or something, not too bad i think.

after this i stopped playing for a few months and this month i got back to it. i started roaming around but then decided it was time to tackle the interactive map. of course i had already finished a big chunk of the game and i didn't really want to go korok by korok checking stuff on the map, so mind you it is not very accurate lol.

here's what i have right now

completion: 84.14%

main quests: 23/23 ✔

side adventures: 60/60 ✔

shrine quests: 31/31 ✔

side quests: 128/139

memories: 18/18 ✔

hyrule compedium: 449/509

recipes: 87/228 (i haven't even started with this, it's just what i randomly have lol)

energy cells: 8/8 batteries ✔

paraglider fabrics: 24/29

koroks: 717 (including the ones i've used for inventory)

wells: 56/58

locations, armor, other stuff like that i'll add later i can't be bothered rn. here's how my interactive map is going (not the one in-game, this is stuff that i have yet to check)

NOW LISTEN

the sky is basically done, i need to check a couple of islands bc i'm not entirely sure i have those chests or not, i still have to do the hebra labyrinth and i havent fought any of the three king gleeoks bc im a coward

the surface is where i'm going the hardest. like i said, there is actually much more stuff that i have already done but i haven't checked yet bc i have to go in game and see if i've done it or not, so keep that in mind.

as you can see i already tackled the entire east of the map. i need to go back to check on a couple of hinox and talus, some gleeok that i havent been brave enough to fight (even tho i literally know how to, they're not that bad really) and yes. i'm not fucking touching lynels or gloom hands unless i absolutely have to lmao.

i'm kinda going region by region, i started at akkala and went all the way down to faron. i'm thinking of going to hebra next since that's the area i've been ignoring the most for some reason, and the few shrines i have left are all in there! so yeah.

and as for the depths, lets just say i have barely touched this map, i have explored a lot but it is still the area i have done the least. idk i just dont like being completely lost and always scared lol. but i do have to go there cause im running low on zonaite from building hover bikes to help koroks lol. i'd also like some good weapons too that'd be nice

anyways that's it thanks for reading my rant 👍 here's a funny pic

[aamethyst000]

feeling so blue right now, i feel kind of stupid about it lmao - july 2,24 - 7:12pm

Dude, my 3DS fricken broke a couple of days ago and ive been sad about it ever since lmao i was almost done with my master quest on OoT!! how abosultely frusturatingg is THAT?! i was at the last temple, getting to the very last sage before finding out who sheik's other identity is. i didnt even get to start over on majoras mask or kirby. Now im on the look out for a new DS, whether it be a 2DS or a 3DS again i'll decide that when i know i have enough money for it. which will take a long while because i still dont have a goddamn job EVEN THOUGH ive applied to 3!!!! other jobs this year but absolutley no one has answered me. i fucking hate it when they just ghost me like that. i'd rather have them telll me striaght up that im not "fit" for the position i apllied for, or simply just not hired. that's all i want! not this no answer IS an answer bullshit. anyway, hired or not, im still going to be without a handheld concol for a good couple of months. maybe. it depends. i Just started decorating my 3ds with pretty stickers :( i literally wanted to go cry about it, only to be slapped with reality, about how old my 3ds is, that just made me mad lmao because my older brother's dsi is lasting LONGER and it is F I V E years OLDER than my 3ds!!! like, fuck off xD oh well, nothing i can do about it now, considering i dont even have enough money for just the repairs alone. so, im just going to buy a new ds instead. i know that is not any cheaper, but i'm impatient and i really want to finish my file on the master quest!! dammit!!

9;25pm - i just found out i cant play any gamecube games on my laptop :( the emulator is slow and laggy which kind of sucks but i am able to play them on my phone! ive finished twilight princess three times now and im on my way to finish wind waker now, which is taking a bit but only because this is my firdt time finishing on my own with out my older brother lol its okie, im an adult (with a short temper but thats besides the point) i can do this just by looking up the quest part on either youtube or wikihow, ive done it for the heart collections on twilight. i can do it for the wind waker playthrough. which i have about 3 times so far. and i think i am doing pretty well! for my first play through by myself. i can see why i had little to no interest in it when my family actually owned the game. i only remember my older brother playing WW, the others played mario sunshine or smash bros (both are the best btw). so, i dont blame younger me for not having too much interest.

july 5,24 1:11am - SSOOOOOOO UUUUHHHHHH.......shit just got a bit chaotic today! we just found out that my brothers school isnt going to continue high school classes. so they will have to go sign up for another school, IN ANOTHER TOWN BY THE WAY. my mother and i have been mulling it over almost all day today, she says that she doesnt want my younger brother to be staying with any of our family members and i agree with her. lemme explain, one aunty of mine tends to be agressive, some times downright abusive, another aunty, emotions fly like a humming bird who drank nothing but espresso, on of my cousin has a child of her own to look after, same with my cousins sister and she has two kids, all of which my brother does not know very well and will be shy like me and not talk for a long while. make him feel like being comfortable but shy and quiet about it is bad. anyway, my mother is very iffy about sending him into town for his last year of school and i get it. the last time she did that with my older brother and shit hit the roof with him. he moved in with one of our aunty's place, stayed for a few months before finally moving out because said aunty was trying to take advantage of my brother temporarily looking after our spoilt ass nephew who looked and treated his cousins as literal maids. not only that, she tried to start a fight with him and our cousin fucking did nothing but make it worse. so yeah, i get why my mother doesn't want to send my little brother into town. why is my little brother's high school life so chaotic and none of it is even HIS fault?? like DAMN universe!! fucking take a goddamn chill pill when handling my litlle brother THANK YOU!! and for my older brother, FUCKING LEAVE HIM ALONE HE HAS BEEN THROUGH ENOUGH ALREADY OR I IWLL THROW HANDS

anyway, this year has been one fckn crazy year for us, thats for goddamn sure.

july 8,24 6:35pm - i keep trying to play on the family dsi, i cant seem to stay on it long like i did with my 3ds. and i really miss my 3ds, i cant believe i have to buy another one and fucking save up for that. im planning on getting a screen protector, case and a little game case for the handheld consol. be more prepared this time and all. im just so mad the dsi is lasting longer than my fckn 3ds!! lmao just fckn RUDE! anyway, what i have in my little cart on ali express says it costs up to 205 for those things all together, i was going to look on amazon but i have doubt with their electronics and such, and it is more expensive as hell. so no thanks. i think i can wait until i have enough to buy those things for my new 3ds. i just keep onn looking at my old 3ds all sad that i cant play on it for all hours of my day. oh well, i can save up money for myself, so i can save up to get a replacement and possibly other accescories for my new ds kekekeke

i forgot to mention that i went to go hang out with my friends the other day, we had shrooms and edibles for the night, it was fckn fun and kind of upsetting lmao there were certain situations where i was questioning a lot, and other situation i just straight up did not like. other than that it was quite fun tripping pretty hard like that, however sleeping was freaking difficult lmao i was literally arguing with myself in my own head about getting to bed and sleep, i just flopped around and fucking giggled at myselef like, what the hell lmao

11:23pm - good this i double checked the 3ds for anything else that i am missing and now that ive done that, it wont turn on at all, itll just lightly beep at me almost like a whisper and then itll just shut off without the screen turning on. im even more sad lmao i cant wait till i have enough for the 3ds and the cases, i really want to finish my master quest on ocorina of time. this itch wont go away until i do. i should clean my room and start on the towels soon. the house is starting to look like a tornado went into our house and i so can tell that none of us are liking it so i am hoping that one or all of us finall gather our energy to clean up the house again. we need it and the pets really need it too. i know that the messyness is affecting us all to the point we \re getting cranky. so, yeah, we need to clean up. this will help my brain get over the guiltiness of buying myself this new handheld consol and the fact that i am using a little bit of my savings. i already have cashed out a couple moolas from the band office but no more than that. i still do not trust my little brother around my savings still. so ill be keeping some in my bank while slowly cashing them out when he doesnt know that i am going there or why. to which i only go to the band office during school days. speaking of, i still dont think that he wont be able to go and graduate on time unless i move to rupert. and if i do that, that may mean that ill have to talk to my alchoholic "dad" about helping me move to an apartment and then sign my little brother up to the highschool but the thing is, the school education there is way different than the one he is used to and grew up in. which sucks cause i was excited for him to gradutate. he only has one more year to go too! it sucks so much i wish the school is starting to get their shit together during this summer cause MY GOD!! this is ridiculous. almost no teachers in highschool? i stilll cant get over that!!! any way this will be the last journal entry for a bit, good night/day readers!

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hehe* alright then. if i'm 🎀 anon, then ur darling. it's a deal 🤝😌

i think the links are working now too :) ! but ofc u never know when it comes to this site lmao but still thinking positive thoughts ofc !! i honestly feel u on the updates tho. i think this recent update has been all over the place- i mean,, not to be be mean,, but i wanna know WHO thought it was a good idea take the home button out of the main navigation and put in such a random ass spot then proceed to not give the home button the home icon???? like bfr😭😭😭 and don't get me started on whatever that tumblr live mess is💀- sweeties just pack it up

okay cool cool, i'll request in a different ask since this is getting a lil lengthy lol. but oooo what puzzle did u end up doing ! puzzle are always fun .. sometimes frustrating .. but still fun haha*. i hope u have a good rest of ur day ! 🎀💕

yay yay okie!!

i’m slowly collecting cute nicknames 😋 you guys have me giggling, kicking my legs, twirling my hair or whatever

this hellsite needs to sort itself out 😭 secrets out i’m a massive hater, so i hope tumblr takes full offense on this one

no seriously like i know they want to promote their crusty ass merch but no one wants it for a reason.. sales aren’t gonna shoot up just because you put your store in the most convenient place, like please just change it back 🧎🏻‍♀️ the only good thing that came out of the update was polls. I HATW TUMBLR LIVE i’m never gonna use it, please please please get rid of it!!!!!! there’s like a million other apps people can go live on, we don’t need it here 😟 the most infuriating part is the ‘read more’ fucks up posts, like i cant even write on mobile anymore because the readmore line completely changes chunks of text 🧍‍♀️ and i had the worst night of my life when i posted ‘star girl’ because the read more had glitches the text and just yeah, it’s super lame

oooo a couple of years ago i think, my parents bought me this bts puzzle for christmas it’s like the love yourself/ speak yourself tour one, it’s really hard because there’s a shit ton of flowers that all look the same and they’re tiny so i was sat there for hours trying to figure it out 😭 and i still only got the easy white border done. my dad said that i should try and piece together all the boys and then work around them and maybe that’ll make it easier so i might try that today after i get a little productive 🧍‍♀️

i hope you have a nice rest of your day too!! however long of it you have left!!! and i’m excited to see your request 🫶

[sh1-n0bu]

Helix doesn't hurt that bad but I got two done and now I can't sleep on that side.

But I also have nippls piercings so I'm not sure how much you want to trust my judgement in regard to piercing pain tolerance

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aah oki oki. also nipple piercings are hot👍but im scared itll hurt so much lmao

[miradufrane]

Lmao I'm glad you liked it...? And yeah, either howdy and Robbie (normal versions in the future? 👀) Or just separate and then experiment is cool 😁 you know I love my bugmen and my nutjobs 🤤 anyways, I hope you had fun! Water parks are so cool, but I never got to play at one before 😔 now if I do it, I'm gonna look weird and get my hair wet, which is NOT okie dokie! I'm bi-racial (African American Caucasian and Cherokee Indian and a bunch of other things, but those are the main 3) and though my hair is short now, it's a pain in both my ass and my wallet, because getting my hair done is SO expensive 🥲 But anyways, happy writing!

Ya know, I've been thinkin...maybe a swapped au of the mob au where Howdy is the Godfather of the Darling Family or maybe a mob Howdy/Barnaby bot would be really interesting to play with. Maybe if you have time later? No rush, its just a cool thought I had ☺️

Haha gay people.

I’m probably gonna end up making then separate before I try to make two bots together- I have no idea when I’m going to start because I’m going to a water park today, but I’ll get it done for ya!

Also- I read the entire RP between you and Revamp Butcher- that was…a lot💀 But at least it kept me occupied half of the day.

[nikooktaetab]

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Während Yunhee die obere Etage weiter scannte seufzte Eunsook nur ergeben: “Ja ich mein, wir sind jetzt fucking College Students. Sollten wir nicht die Vorzüge des Datens genießen? So wie ich meinen Vater kenne, hat der nicht nur Pläne für meine berufliche, sondern auch meine eheliche Zukunft…”, knurrte Eunsook und in ihrem Kopf hörte sie Kirchenglocken und einen Kinderchor, der nur ein Wort immer wieder sang: Zwangsheirat. 

Jisuk, die mit ihrem Tablet hinter ihnen aufgetaucht war, warf ihrem Hinterkopf einen befremdlichen Blick zu und wisperte: “What the fuck…”

“Als College Students sollten wir uns auf jeden Fall dieses Gefluche abgewöhnen, das ist ja unchristlich”, schnaubte Yunhee kopfschüttelnd und ging an den Tischen entlang. 

Außer der Kaffeebar, die erst nachmittags geöffnet hatte und den somit leeren runden Café-Tischen war auf der höchsten Ebene nur das gigantische Viereck aus massiven Holztischen mit einer Lücke, sodass die Studenten der drei beliebtesten Frats innen und außen sitzen konnten. Über ein Geländer konnten sie wortwörtlich auf die anderen Schüler herabblicken und die gigantische Fensterwand bot Blick auf das dahinterliegende Sportgelände und in weiter Ferne das College Dorf mit den Läden, dahinter glitzerte das Meer. Yunhee steuerte auf ein paar Plätze in der Traube der Mädchen zu, die nicht zwischen den Jungen saßen und die Jüngeren folgten ihr bis Jihyo sich plötzlich umdrehte.

“Hey ihr zwei, alles klar?”

Eunsook grinste sie an doch das Grinsen gefror als sie sah, dass sie neben niemand geringerem als Kim Namjoon saß, der stirnrunzelnd ebenfalls zu ihr aufsah. Sein silbriges Haar mit dem leichten Stich ins fliederfarbene war lässig zur Seite gegelt und er trug seine Hornbrille. Das dunkle Rollkragensweatshirt saß ziemlich eng und Eunsook vermutete, dass Namjoon in letzter Zeit viel mit Jeongguk rumhing - auch zu Jeongguk’s Trainingszeiten…

“Mein Gesicht ist hier oben”, schmatzte er spöttisch, Eunsook spürte Hitze in die Wangen klettern doch verschränkte nur die Arme und zog ebenso spottend die Brauen hoch: “Ach da! Für so ‘nen hohen IQ ist der ziemlich klein, weißt du das?”

Seokjin, der gegenüber von Namjoon saß, atmete eine ungesunde Menge seines Ramyun’s ein und begann heftig zu husten, Kihyun neben ihm schlug ihm nur zu gern kräftig auf den Rücken. 

“Haha”, machte Namjoon lahm und nickte dann auf etwas hinter ihnen, “was wolltet ihr von Hoseok?”

Eunsook lehnte sich an den massiven Tisch, stützte die Arme auf das honigfarbene Holz und beobachtete, wie sein Blick kurz über ihr luftiges Top wanderte. “Er hat vergessen, seine Meds zu schlucken und Yunhee war so freundlich, ihm auszuhelfen. Wäre das nicht eigentlich deine Aufgabe, du weißt schon, so als Gleichaltriger und-”, sie zog provozierend eine Braue hoch, “-Leader?” 

Sie hatte leise gesprochen, sodass die anderen um sie herum nicht viel davon mitbekommen hatten. Namjoon’s Brauen zuckten aufeinander zu und er sah wütend zu ihr hoch um dann in seinem Ärger die Stimme genervt zu heben: “Wieso? Erinnert ihr Mädels euch auch jeden Morgen daran, die Pille zu nehmen?”

Jihyo neben ihm wirbelte herum und schlug ihm mit einem sprachlosen Lacher auf den Obearm: “Yah!”

Er ignorierte sie, Eunsook’s Mundwinkel zuckten. Sie konnte das Gefühl der Befriedigung, so einfach eine Gefühlsregung aus ihm locken zu können, nicht unterdrücken. 

“Nein, ich kann mir das ganz gut selbst merken...”, meinte sie gedankenverloren und schenkte Namjoon dann ein falsches Grinsen bevor sie sich vom Tisch abstieß und Jihyo zuwinkte: “Bis später, Leader~”

Yunhee schnalzte genervt mit der Zunge, als sie außer Reichweite der Oberhäupter waren: “Für eine Hobby Psychologin bist du ziemlich provokant, weißt du das? Ich hab gerade noch von alten Fehlern gesprochen, hört mir hier eigentlich keiner zu…”

Jisuk tätschelte ihrer Unnie liebevoll den Kopf und brach ihren Brownie in zwei, um eine Hälfte auf Yunhee’s Tablet zu liegen: “Ich hör dir zu, Unnie~ Irgendwas mit Fehler auf jeden Fall wiederholen oder so!”

Yunhee klatschte eine kleine Hand auf ihre Stirn und machte sich frustriert, aber bei weitem nicht so animalistisch wie ihre beiden Dongsaengs, über das Mittagessen her.

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Der Montag flog so schnell vorbi wie erste Tage es immer taten und der Dienstag schloss sich in einem Wirbel aus ersten Vorlesungen, gezwungenen Mittagspausen und Besuchen in die Bibliothek an.

Am Mittwoch war der erste Tag, an dem das Olympia-Dorf, nun College-Dorf, wieder zugänglich war und ab dem späten Nachmittag die Läden, Restaurants und Café’s wieder geöffnet hatten. Yunhee hatte sich als Frühaufsteherin die meisten Vorlesungen sowieso auf die Vormittage gelegt, sodass sie schon ab 15:00Uhr den Kuntsbedarfsladen betrat. 

Er war in einem alten Fabrikgebäude aus rotem Backstein mit Holzdielen und hohen Wänden, gefüllt mit massiven Metallregalen könnte er beinahe unterkühlt wirken aber Ji-Eun, die beim Besitzer Bang Yongguk vollstes Vertrauen genoss, hatte das Ambiente freundlicher und zugänglicher gestaltet, indem sie hier und da Blumentöpfe positioniert hatte. Regelmäßig tauschte sie sich mit Yunhee aus, welche Fotoserien sie in den Schaufenstern aushängen könnten und welche Gemälde, teils auch von Kunststudenten des Colleges, sie in der oberen Etage zwischen Pinseln und Farben aufhängen sollten. Durch die Dachfenster oben flutete stets goldenes Licht die Treppe herunter bis in die untere Etage, sodass ein paar von der Decke hängende große runde Glühlampen reichten um den Laden vollends auszuleuchten.

Yunhee ging zielstrebig durch den Laden und begrüßte mit leiser Stimme einige Studenten, die vor sich hin wuselten und meist so versunken waren, dass sie sie gar nicht beachteten. Das genoss Yunhee so an diesem Laden: meist waren es Leute in ihrem Alter, die zum Stöbern hereinkamen oder ganz genau wussten, was sie wollten. Sie musste nicht viel reden und konnte sich somit meist ungestört mit Ji-Eun, und manchmal auch Yongguk - wenn er anwesend war und in die Verkaufsfläche kam - ausgelassen über Fotografie und Kunst unterhalten.

Nachdem ihr Namensschild angepinnt war klemmte sie sich die Schlüssel zu den Vitrinen mit dem teuren Kamera Equipment an die weite Ripped Jeans bevor sie ebenfalls in den Laden ging. Sie hörte, wie sich Ji-Eun im vorderen Bereich bei besagtem Equipment mit einem Kunden unterhielt und blieb somit bei der Kasse stehen und checkte ihren Arbeitsplan für nächste Woche am Handy, dass sie unter der Kasse abgelegt hatte. Dann verband sie unauffällig ihr Handy mit den Speakern und machte ihre Playlist an und auch direkt ein bisschen lauter. Sie kassierte zwei Studenten ab und merkte, wie es ruhiger im Laden wurde. Gerade checkte sie die kleinen Pflänzchen, die von der Decke hingen um zu sehen, ob sie Wasser brauchten, da hörte sie ein ihr wohl bekanntes Lachen.

Sie erfror in der Bewegung und schüttelte leicht den Kopf, blinzelte irritiert. Hatte sie sich verhört? Da war Ji-Eun’s Stimme, auch sie hörte sich so an, als würde sie lächeln. Das war nichts ungewöhnliches; Ji-Eun war immer freundlich und strahlte eine sanfte Zufriedenheit aus, bei der man sich sofort geborgen fühlte. 

Und dann antwortete der Kunde und Yunhee war sich ziemlich sicher, mehr noch, konnte mit tödlicher Sicherheit davon ausgehen, dass Jeon Jeongguk sich in dieses Sekunde im Art Store befand und sich mit Ji-Eun unterhielt. Seine weiche Stimme war überlegt und etwas luftleer, er schien aufgeregt. Sie sah sein verlegenes Lächeln, bei dem seine Schneidezähne gut sichtbar waren, vor sich und wie Lachfältchen sich um die großen, dunklen Augen gruben. Diesmal lachte Ji-Eun laut heraus und das sollte schon was heißen.

Yunhee presste ihre Hände unauffällig auf ihren Bauch und überlegte kurz, ob sie nicht rasch nach hinten gehen und dort warten sollte. Sie war gut darin schnell eine Ausrede vorzugaukeln und würde sie lügen, wenn sie sagte, dass sie Bauchschmerzen hatte? In ihrer Magengrube fuhr gerade etwas Achterbahn und würde so schnell nicht aufhören…

Gerade hatte sie den Entschluss gefasst, da hörte sie schwere Fußstapfen und Ji-Eun ging vor Jeongguk die kleine Treppe zur Kasse hoch. Yunhee versuchte verkrampft, ein unbefangenes, ausdrucksloses Gesicht zu machen und erwartete Jeongguk’s überraschten Blick - er kam, und warf Yunhee doch etwas aus der Bahn. Jeongguk trug, genau wie sie, ein Balenciaga T-Shirt. Seines war ein schlichtes schwarzes, leicht oversized steckte es in einer ausgebeulten Blue-Jeans. Seine Füße steckten in schwarzen Boots mit fetter Sohle, was die schweren Schritte auf den Holzdielen erklärte. Das ausgebleichte, karierte Flannel hing nur über einer Schulter, er trug eine lockere Ledertasche in deren Riemen sich die andere Seite des Hemdes verheddert hatte. mit den offenen, leicht feuchten Haaren sah er wunderbar unbefangen aus. Wie ein Art Kid halt. 

Seine großen, dunklen Augen fanden ihr Gesicht und nach einem Moment der Überraschung, die über das junge Gesicht glitt - das viel glatter war, anscheinend hatte er eine gute Skincare Routine gefunden und gereift war der Junge auch - machte er zu. Die dunklen Augen wurden hart und kalt und Yunhee spürte ihr klopfendes Herz, das ihr förmlich im Hals gesteckt hatte, erstarren und traurig zurück in ihre Brust sinken und dann gefühlt bis in den Bauch, wo es schmerzte und ihr Übelkeit bereitete. 

Kurz leckte sie sich über die Lippen und lächelte dann Ji-Eun an und winkte kurz, sie hatten sich heute noch nicht gesehen. “Hi, Yunhee-ah! Das hier ist Jeongguk, er möchte etwas bestellen. Ich befürchte, das wird während deiner Shift die kommenden Tage geliefert - aber keine Sorge, Jeongguk-ssi. Yunhee kann dir alles genauso gut erklären wie ich”, lächelte Ji-Eun Jeongguk freundlich an bevor sie sich wie auf Zustimmung wartend zu der Jüngeren umwande. Yunhee’s Bauch krampfte, doch sie rang sich ein schiefes Lächeln ab und strich sich das Haar hinter’s Ohr: “Na klar!” 

Jeongguk presste die Lippen zusammen und nickte einmal ruckartig und murmelte ein deutlich gedämpftes “Danke…” während er Yunhee nicht ins Gesicht sah sondern verstohlen ihr weißes, oversized Balenciaga T-Shirt mit buntem Aufdruck betrachtete. Als sie unsicher die Hand hob und begann, mit den bunten Perlen und Steinen der Pandora-Kette zu spielen, blinzelte er und wandte rasch den Blick ab. 

“Schön! Freut mich, dass du dich für das Objektiv entschieden hast. Es ist anspruchsvoll und sicher nichts für Anfänger… aber wenn du ein wenig Zeit investierst, wird’s dein neuer bester Freund, versprochen~”, strahlte Ji-Eun und schob Yunhee eine Bestellkarte hin, die diese rasch ausfüllte. Ihr Herz machte sie nach wie vor darauf aufmerksam, dass sie niemand geringerem als Jeon Jeongguk vor sich stehen hatte und er nach wie vor die beste Kombination aus Aftershave, Parfüm und Eigengeruch besaß, die sie je bei einem Mann wahrgenommen hatte. So kam es, dass sie gedankenverloren nicht nur seinen Namen, sondern auch seine Handynummer - die sie immer noch in- und auswendig kannte - ausfüllte. 

Als sie ihren verräterischen Fehler erkannte, war es schon zu spät und Yunhee war in der Bewegung erstarrt. Ji-Eun warf ihr einen Blick zu: “Oh, du musst wissen, welches Objektiv-”

“-nein, nein. Ich- ich denke, ich weiß, welche Kamera da drin ist…”, murmelte Yunhee und deutete mit dem Stift auf Jeongguk’s Umhängetasche. Noch so ein dummer Fehler; in solch eine Tasche würde jede X-Beliebige Kamera hineinpassen. Aber sie wusste halt, was Jeongguk’s Lieblingskamera war. Also schrieb sie das Objektiv mit der Seriennummer auf und Ji-Eun staunte nicht schlecht. Jeongguk zerkaute nur seine Unterlippe und beobachtete, wie das nun etwas längere Haar der Älteren über ihre Schulter fiel und im goldenen Licht karamellfarben schimmerte. Dass sie seine Nummer ohne zu erfragen aufgeschrieben hatte, war ihm nicht entgangen. Auch nicht der warme Schimmer auf ihren Wangen...

Ji-Eun nahm die Bestellkarte entgegen, die Yunhee ihr zugeschoben hatte und überflog sie flüchtig, bevor sie sie Jeongguk hinhielt. “Magst du nochmal schauen?”, fragte sie höflich mit einem unbefangenen Lächeln, warf Yunhee jedoch einen raschen Seitenblick zu. Yunhee spürte Hitze über ihre Wangen krabbeln. Verdammt. Konzentration, Lee Yunhee!

“Stimmt so”, murmelte Jeongguk und reichte Ji-Eun mit einem kleinen und, wie Yunhee nicht entging, echten Lächeln die Karte wieder, “dann bis zum nächsten Mal, und vielen Dank, Noona!”

Ohne Yunhee noch eines weiteren Blickes zu würdigen fuhr Jeongguk sich durch’s Haar und ging mit großen Schritten zur Tür um den Laden mit einem Klingeln der altmodischen Türglocke zu verlassen. 

Ji-Eun drehte sich mit gerunzelter Stirn um und verschränkte die Arme, sah Yunhee einige Sekunden fragend an. Yunhee erwiderte ihren Blick mit unschuldig hochgezogenen Brauen. “Ne?” Ji-Eun prustete los und schob ihr die Bestellkarte zu. “Los, bestell dem Jungen sein sündhaft teures Objektiv! Wenn du jemanden zum Reden brauchst… Ich sortiere oben Pinsel ein”, grinste Ji-Eun und zwinkerte ihr zu bevor sie ihren Kaffee-to-go mit nach oben nahm.

Yunhee spürte, wie ihre Schultern sich entspannten und sie presste eine kalte, feuchte Hand auf ihre heiße Stirn. Sie war dankbar für Ji-Eun’s unkomplizierte und unaufdringliche Art, wünschte allerdings, dass sowohl sie als auch der Kleine (der alles andere als klein war nach einem weiteren Jahr Fitness) etwas unauffälliger gewesen wären. Musste ja nicht jeder von ihrer Vergangenheit wissen…

“Aish… Vergessen wir’s!”, knurrte sie an sich selbst gewandt und wandte sich dem Mac zu, um Jeongguk’s Objektiv zu bestellen.

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Eunsook arbeitete in einem kleinen, vollgerümpelten und gemütlichen Buchladen an der Ecke einer Kreuzung. Gegenüber war ein Blumenladen, auf der anderen Seite eine Bäckerei, sodass es stets nach frisch bedrucktem Papier, gebackenen Leckereien und Blumen roch. Der Laden gehörte einem zynischem Eigenbrödler namens Kim Sunggyu, der sie eingestellt hatte lediglich aus dem Grund, dass sie “groß war und der Nachname auch nicht verkehrt sei”, und hatte sie dann Irene zum Fraß vorgeworfen.

Irene, oder mit bürgerlichem Namen Bae Joohyun, war wunderschön und angsteinflößend. Sie war die Art Frau, die Männer gern mit Blicken in der Luft zerriss und vor der sich Eunsook ohne groß darüber nachzudenken rittlings auf den Rücken werfen würde in einer Geste der Unterwerfung. Sie war sehr ordentlich und nahm Dinge sehr genau, außerdem hatte sie die Angewohnheit, sich aus dem Nichts anzuschleichen - vielleicht war sie auch nur zu klein und leicht um beim Gehen Geräusch zu erzeugen. Jedenfalls begegnete sie Eunsook mit angespannter Freundlichkeit oder irritierter Toleranz und Eunsook sah nach der ersten Woche ein, dass es am Einfachsten war, sich ein wenig dumm zu stellen und es Irene recht zu machen. Das konnte sie gut und somit kamen die beiden Mädchen gut miteinander aus. 

Es war ein Freitag und Eunsook hatte vormittags nur eine Vorlesung gehabt, sodass sie den ganzen Nachmittag im Laden mit aufräumen konnte. Beziehungsweise räumte Irene hinten etwas um und da Eunsook ihr nur in den Füßen herumstand und ihrem Perfektionismus nicht gerecht wurde (niemand wurde das…), hielt sie sich vorn bei der Kasse auf und arbeitete Papierkram ab. Bestellungen und dergleichen. Es war ein friedlicher Nachmittag, die Sonne brach immer mal wieder durch die Wolken, die getrieben vom Seewind über den blauen Himmel peitschten, und warf ihre grellen Strahlen durch die schmalen Fenster neben und über der schweren Holztüre. Das ganze Olympiadorf war sehr europäisch angelehnt vom Stil her und Eunsook bildete sich manchmal ein, Zeitreisen ins London des letzten Jahrhunderts zu unternehmen. Gerade kaute sie an einem Bleistift herum und scrollte durch die Bestellungen auf dem Screen als die kleine Türglocke klingelte und jemand eine frische Brise Salzluft hereinbrachte. Eunsook fröstelte kurz; die letzten Sommertage konnten noch so warm sein, gegen Seeluft hatten die warmen Strahlen der September-Sonne keine Chace. Sie trug nur ein weißes, bauchfreies T-Shirt mit rundem Ausschnitt und weiße Sneakers; das Einzige, das sie wärmte, war die schwarze Carhatt-Latzhose und die bunten kurzen Wollsocken. 

Gedankenverloren fuhr sie sich durch’s Haar und schob es aus der Stirn, rückte die Brille gerade und runzelte die Stirn über die Meldung einer verspäteten Lieferung, als jemand sich räusperte. Rasch richtete sie sich auf und setzte ein freundliches Lächeln auf.

“Hallo, wie kann ich-”

Ihr Lächeln verrutschte und machte einer blasierten Miene Platz. Kim Namjoon stand am Tresen und als er sie erkannte, verschwand auch sein Grinsen und mit dem auch die Grübchen. Schade eigentlich.

“...behilflich sein”, schloss Eunsook murmelnd und schüttelte leicht den Kopf, sodass ihr Haar wieder in ihr Gesicht fiel. Reckte dann aber das Kinn und stützte die Hände auf der Arbeitsfläche vor sich ab während Namjoon sich mit der Brust von dem hohen Tresen abstoß um etwas Distanz zwischen sie zu bringen.

Er öffnete mit gerunzelter Stirn den Mund, holte Luft, schloss den Mund wieder, stieß die Luft durch die Nase aus. Hob die Hand und schob die Fischermütze etwas aus der Stirn um sich am Kopf zu kratzten, wobei wirre Strähnen hellen Haars kurz in seine Stirn fielen.

“Was- was machst du denn hier?”

“Ich steh’ einfach gern hinter Tresen.”, antwortete Eunsook so stumpf, dass Namjoon’s Mundwinkel komisch nach unten zuckten und Eunsook fühlte, dass ihr Selbstbewusstsein innerlich zusammenschrumpfte wie eine trockene Rosine. Cringe.

Rasch räusperte sie sich und schob die Hände in die hinteren Hosentaschen, wippte auf den Fußballen vor und wieder zurück. 

“Also… kann ich was für dich tun? Suchst du was?”

Namjoon sah sichtlich unkomfortabel aus und Eunsook meinte zu wissen, warum. Früher hatten sie eine Zeit lang sowas wie einen eigenen, kleinen Buchclub gehabt, nur sie zwei. Es konnte etwas sehr intimes sein, Bücher im Wechsel zu lesen und sich darüber auszutauschen. Sich zu öffnen, die Gedanken und Gefühle offen hinzulegen. Was ein Charakter empfindet und was er durchlebt kann eine Metapher für das eigene Empfinden und Leid sein, und so weiter und so fort. Wahrscheinlich hatte er wenig Lust ihr anzuvertrauen, was ihn gerade bewegte… dabei war sie doch so neugierig!

Namjoon sah sich inzwischen um und versuchte mit dem Kinn, in seinen Rollkragenpulli zu krabbeln. 

“Nee danke… ich schau mich nur um”, nuschelte er dann und kniff die Lippen zusammen. Eunsook konnte nur an dem einen Grübchen entziffern, dass sein Gesichtsausdruck ein Lächeln beinhaltete. Mit verwundert gehobenen Brauen sah sie ihm hinterher, als er von dannen zog. Nach rechts, die Treppe hoch. Eunsook verzog das Gesicht und überlegte kurz, nichts zu sagen - doch sie konnte einfach nicht die Klappe halten.

“Suchst du was für deine Schwester?”

Namjoon drehte sich verwirrt um und schüttelte den Kopf: “Ehm, nein?”

“Dann willst du da vielleicht nicht hoch. Es sei denn, du interessierst dich für Make-Up, Frauen-Biographien oder Schwangerschaftsratgeber…”, erklärte Eunsook und biss sich auf die Unterlippe, um nicht zu grinsen. 

Namjoon verdrehte die Augen und sie musste kichern, er machte lahm “Haha…” und stiefelte dann in die andere Richtung davon; Hitze krabbelte über seinen Nacken in die Ohren. 

Eunsook sah ihm verstohlen nach und sah dann wieder auf den Screen. Nach einer halben Minute realisierte sie, dass sie ihren Herzschlag satt und laut in den Ohren hörte, nicht scrollte und auf ihrem Daumennagel herumkaute. Genervt von sich selbst schüttelte sie den Kopf und beugte sich tiefer über den Screen als plötzlich ein gigantischer Stapel Bücher auf den Tresen klatschte. 

Erschrocken zuckte Eunsook zusammen und sah irritiert in das heiße Gesicht von Irene, die sich keuchend das dunkle Haar aus dem Gesicht strich um mit wedelndem Finger von Eunsook zu dem Kästchen neben dem Screen zu zeigen. Darin befand sich alles Mögliche, was mal gefunden und irgendwie noch nützlich sein könnte: Heftzwecken, Büroklammern, Lesezeichen, Anstecker, Aufkleber - und Zopfgummi’s. Rasch reichte Eunsook ihr eines und Irene band sich fahrig das Haar in einem strengen Zopf in den Nacken um dann mit atemloser Stimme erneut in ihre Richtung zu wedeln.

“Auszeichner!”

“Grün oder-”

“-der rote. Die hier reduzieren wir, kannst du sie gleich irgendwie ansehnlich in der Sales Ecke platzieren?”

“Aber klar doch!”

“Phantastisch”, gab Irene ohne jegliche Gefühlsregung zurück und blinzelte hektisch, als sie ein Rumpeln aus der Richtung vernahm, in die Namjoon gegangen war. Alarmiert warf sie Eunsook einen Blick zu und sprang dann beinahe auf den Tresen:

“Eunsook! Haben wir einen Kunden?”

“Ja-”

“-hast du ihn begrüßt und angesprochen?”

“-aber klar-”

“-was wollte er? Wir können ihm so gut wie alles bestellen, weiß er das?”

“-nein, aber-”

“Eunsook?!”

 Eunsook atmete einmal tief ein und wieder aus und ignorierte Irene’s brennenden Blick und ihr streng verzogenes Gesicht, sie konnte sich kaum davon abhalten, die Augen zu verdrehen und zwang sich stattdessen ein beruhigendes Lächeln auf die Lippen:

“Keine Sorge, Unnie, es ist ein Bekannter von mir und er weiß Bescheid. Er wird sicher nicht gehen, ohne etwas zu kaufen oder zu bestellen und er wird sehr zufrieden sein - glaub mir!”, versicherte Eunsook und zwinkerte Irene gespielt wissend zu. Diese schürzte die Lippen und warf einen weiteren Blick in Richtung Eunsook bevor sie noch zischte: “Alles - außer Hentai Manga und Schmuddelhefte!”

“Selbstverständlich doch - also selbstverständlich nicht, Unnie!”, wimmelte Eunsook sie ab und lächelte, bis die Ältere sich umwandte und emsig wieder ins Obergeschoss wuselte. Die Jüngere schnaubte belustig und massierte sich die pochenden Schläfen, bevor sie die Brille wieder gerade rückte - und erneut zusammenzuckte.

Namjoon stand wieder am Tresen - den Arm voller Bücher, die mehr schlecht als recht hielten - und studierte die Rückseite eines kleinen Buches. 

Eunsook wartete und musterte die kleine, steile Falte zwischen den Brauen, während er las. Er hatte die Angewohnheit, die Lippen leicht zu schürzen, während er las. Das sah ein bisschen niedlich, also sie meinte, ein bisschen bescheuert aus. Schließlich öffnete er den Mund und hielt das Buch mit der Rückseite in die Luft.

“Ey. Habt ihr das auch in englischer Sprache?”

Eunsook zog die Brauen hoch und machte mit dem Finger eine kreisende Handbewegung. Umdrehen bitte. Ungelenk drehte er das Buch um und musste sich dabei näher an den Tresen lehnen, der Stapel in seinen Armen rutschte merklich und er ging etwas weiter in die Knie. Eunsook verkniff sich ein Grinsen und streckte sich, um ihm das Buch einfach abzunehmen. 

“Demian… Nein, wir haben’s nicht im Laden”, murmelte sie und legte das Buch beiseite, ihre Finger waren sofort auf der Tastatur und mit ein paar Klicks war sie beim nächsten Lieferanten, “aber wir können es bestellen. Ist dir das Cover egal?”

Namjoon blinzelte etwas überfordert und seine Augen tanzten umher, sein Mund stand offen. “Uhh…”

Sie wedelte mit der Hand und bedeutete ihm, um den Tresen zu kommen. “Na komm schon her! Ich hab ganz sicher nichts Ansteckendes.”

Namjoon ließ den Stapel Bücher auf dem Tresen fallen und zog die Brauen hoch: “Da bin ich mir nicht so sicher…”, murmelte er und kassierte, bei ihr angekommen, einen Klaps vor die Brust von Eunsook, er musste grinsen und beugte sich etwas hinunter um sehen zu können. Sie warf einen nervösen Seitenblick auf ihn, wie er da so über ihrer Schulter schwebte, und scrollte dann langsam hinunter. 

“Hardcover gibt’s nicht, aber verschiedene Layouts… Dieses hier wäre am Schnellsten da”, erklärte sie und tippte mit dem Nagel auf den Screen. Namjoon nickte langsam und kratzte sich im Nacken. Sie versuchte den Geruch seines Parfüms vermischt mit Waschmittel und Eigenduft nicht einzuatmen und trotzdem war ihr ein wenig schwindelig. “Mhhh”, machte er und sein weicher Bass ging ihr, da er so nahe stand, durch Mark und Bein. Gänsehaut krabbelte über ihre Unterarme, die gut sichtbar auf dem Tisch lagen. 

Seine oversized Cordjacke berührte ihren Oberarm, als er mit dem Finger auf den Screen deutete. “Scroll nochmal hoch - stop! Wie lange braucht das? Ah, eine Woche?”

“Ne. Vielleicht kommt es auch vorher, wir würden anrufen, sobald es ankommt.”, erklärte Eunsook und schob ihre Hand an der Maus unter seinem Arm hindurch, seine Finger streiften ihren Unterarm und sie wurde zunehmend nervöser. 

“Ah, oke. Das wär cool.”

“Alles klar”, sagte sie und machte ein paar Klicks. Namjoon machte keine Anstalten, seinen Standort neben ihrem aufzugeben und nach ein paar irritierten Seitenblicken starrte sie ihn mit vor der Brust verschränkten Armen amüsiert von unten an. Er blickte verwundert vom Screen zu ihr herunter und wieder zurück bevor er zu begreifen schien und sich räusperte: “Oops! ‘tschuldige.” 

“Nicht der Rede wert”, grinste sie verklemmt und griff sich eine Bestellkarte um seinen Namen mit leicht zitternden Fingern langsam aufzuschreiben.

“Hat sich deine Nummer geändert?”, fragte sie so beiläufig wie möglich.

“Nein”, antwortete Namjoon und seine Stimme war unergründlich. Eunsook hätte gern sein Gesicht gesehen, doch aufzublicken wäre merkwürdig gewesen. Mit zusammengekniffenen Lippen schrieb sie rasch seine Nummer auf, die sie tragischerweise immer noch in- und auswendig kannte, und schob dann die Karte auf den Tresen.

“Magst du mir hier eine Unterschrift geben? Wie gesagt, wir melden uns, wenn es da ist.”

Namjoon nickte einmal und unterschrieb dann mit seinen schmalen Fingern auf die für ihn typische, ungelenke und vorsichtige Art und Weise. Plötzlich fragte er mit leiser Stimme:

“Kennst du’s?”

“Ne?”, machte sie verwundert und legte den Kopf leicht zur Seite; eine nonverbale Bitte, lauter zu sprechen. Namjoon räusperte sich und sah sie nicht an, als er ihr die Karte wiedergab und die anderen Bücher ordentlich stapelte, damit Eunsook sie besser abscannen konnte. 

“Ob du das Buch kennst…”

“Demian?”

“Mhm.”

“Ja. Hab ‘ne Buchpräsentation in der High School drüber gemacht, damals habe ich vieles noch gar nicht verstanden. Wird Zeit, dass ich’s nochmal les. Zeitloser Roman...”, schloss sie und spürte, wie ihr Hitze ins Gesicht krabbelte. Im Gegenzug versuchte sie so langsam und ordentlich und vor Allem gesammelt wie möglich die Bücher zu scannen und sah dann mit einem Verkäuferlächeln zu ihm hoch um ihm den Preis zu nennen und ihr Gespräch zu beenden. Er zückte eine schwarze Karte und hielt sie auf das weiße, kleine Gerät und es piepste und blinkte. Als Eunsook ihm den elektronischen, kleinen Stift reichte, streiften ihre Finger sich. Seine waren warm und weich, ganz anders als beispielsweise Taehyung’s, die rauer waren. Warum sie darüber nachdachte, wollte sie lieber nicht wissen. 

Nachdem sie die Bücher in eine kleine Papiertüte gestapelt und ihm ein kostenloses Lesezeichen aus recycelter Pappe mit hineingeworfen hatte - und vielleicht auch zwei Bonbons, denn sie wusste, dass er gern naschte -  reichte sie ihm die Tüte über den Tresen und kniff die Lippen in einem verkniffenen Grinsen zusammen, das er ebenso verunsichert erwiderte. 

“Wir melden uns dann, wenn Demian da ist”, sagte Eunsook in der Hoffnung, professionell zu wirken; doch allein die Wortwahl brachte Namjoon dazu, amüsiert zu schnauben und er nickte langsam.

“Alright”, murmelte er und Eunsook kam nicht drumherum zu bemerken, dass Namjoon immer noch viele englische Worte verwendete, wenn sie miteinander sprachen. Manchmal war es, als wäre ihr Streit nie passiert; als habe sie nie um seine Gunst gebettelt und er sie nie so maßlos enttäuscht, nur um ihr danach zu gestehen…

...ihre Gedanken und die angespannte Stille zwischen ihnen, die langsam zu knistern begann, wurde unterbrochen von einem erneuten Klingeln. Niemand geringeres als Jihyo in einem süßen, knappen Karo-Rock und passendem Jacket in rosa-weiß kam herein und sie warf die roséfarbenen Locken über die Schulter und strahlte Namjoon an. “Ah, Namjoon-ssi! Ich hab mir fast gedacht, dass du hier bist”, lachte sie und er kratzte sich am Nacken und musste ebenfalls lachen. 

Eunsook beobachtete verstohlen, wie die beiden sich begrüßten und Jihyo einen Blick in die Papiertüte warf und seine Auswahl begutachtete, bevor sie etwas sagte, das Eunsook’s Aufmerksamkeit von ihrer Körpersprache auf die tatsächliche Topic zog:

“Das sieht nach ein paar guten Exemplaren für unseren Club aus~”

“Es gibt einen Literatur-Club auf dem Campus?”, rutschte es Eunsook mechanisch heraus und Jihyo sah sich überrascht um, bevor sie Eunsook entdeckte.

“Eunsookie! Manchmal vergess ich, wer wo arbeitet, wie schön, dich zu sehen!”

Nachdem die Ältere Eunsook über den Tresen den Kopf getätschelt und Eunsook ihr provokant die Zunge herausgestreckt hatte, antwortete sie mit einem schüchternen Blick in Namjoon’s Richtung.

“So einen Club gibt’s bestimmt auch, aber Namjoon-ah und ich machen da eher so ein eigenes Ding… Eher ein Buch-Duo als ein Club”, grinste Jihyo und stieß mit ihrer Schulter Namjoon an, der ihr Grinsen zwar erwiderte, aber ihm war sichtlich unwohl in seiner Haut. Eunsook spürte, wie ihre Brauen hoch wanderten und ihre Stimme war hölzern, als sie gespielt enthusiastisch sagte: “Oh, wie cool!” und Namjoon mit einem unterkühlten Blick bedachte, den er mit heißen Ohren und unergründlichem Blick bedachte. 

“Der Austausch mit Gleichgesinnten ist eine angenehme Abwechslung zum dem trockenen Stoff der Vorlesungen”, sagte Namjoon nur und sein Ton war beinahe rechtfertigend. 

“Verstehe”, sagte Eunsook nur und riss ihren Blick dann von dem des Älteren los um unter den Tresen zu greifen und Jihyo einen Bonbon zuzuwerfen, das andere Mädchen schien von ihrem nonverbalen Wortwechsel nichts mitbekommen zu haben.

“Viel Spaß.”

“Danke dir, Eunsookie! Grüß Irene und bis später mal~”

Eunsook lächelte und erwiderte Jihyo’s Winken, ignorierte Namjoon, der ihr einen letzten Blick über die Schulter zuwarf und wandte sich dann um. Die Türglocke klingelte und sie lehnte mit der Hüfte am Tisch und starrte die dunklen Holzregale und die bunten Buchrücken an. Um sie herum wurde es still und die Gedanken in ihrem Kopf laut, ihr Herz stolperte verunsichert in ihrer Brust und jammerte. 

Sie ignorierte es.

Sollte Namjoon doch weiterhin mit Mädchen Bücher teilen und sich einbilden, er sei etwas Besonderes. Das war ihr ja sowas von egal!

Warum fühlte sie sich dann so schwer? Und warum tat es in ihrer Brust so weh?

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Nach dem Wochenende, an dem Jisuk, Eunsook und Yunhee eine Party geschwänzt und zuhause einen Filmeabend gemacht hatten, saßen sie montags in der Mittagspause wieder artig mit den Anderen in der Bibliothek direkt unter den schweren Deckenbalken und Dachfenstern um zu lernen. 

“Jijiii… das sieht so viel Spannender bei dir aus als bei miiiir~”, jammerte Eunsook gerade und legte den Kopf auf Jisuk’s Unterarm, die weiterhin konzentriert ihre Notizen zum Thema Strukturierung von Kurzgeschichten las. 

“Es ist immer nur anspruchsvoll, aber sicherlich spaßiger als dein Management Bumms”, bestätigte sie gedankenverloren und Changkyun, der dasselbe Fach belegte und deswegen neben ihr saß, prustete in seinen Americano. Eunsook richtete sich mit einem angesäuertem Gesichtsausdruck in Jisuk’s Richtung wieder auf und schob ihren Block zu Yunhee herüber. 

“Friend… erklär mir das mal bitte, das macht vorn und hinten keinen Sinn!”

Yunhee warf ihr über den kurzen Nasenrücken einen mitleidigen Blick zu.

“Du weißt ganz genau, dass ich Sachen kapiere aber nicht erklären kann. Frag doch Jin, der hört sich selbst gern reden.”

“Ah ha hah!”, machte Seokjin drei Plätze weiter laut und ruckte seinen Kopf hin und her, Hoseok neben ihm warf ihm einen belustigten Seitenblick zu: “Als ob sie nicht Recht hätte”, kicherte er und Seokjin schnalzte genervt die Zunge und knallte eine Hand auf den Tisch.

“Yah, Jung Hoseok?! Seit wann fallen wir uns gegenseitig in den Rücken?”, schimpfte er und zuckte zusammen, als plötzlich Eunsook zwischen den beiden Jungs hing und Hoseok bedeutete einen Platz aufzurücken. 

“Rück mal eben- Oh weiser Jin-ssi! Teile dein Wissen mit mir~”, jammerte Eunsook theatralisch und setzte sich beinahe auf Hoseok’s Schoß, der erschrocken zu Yunhee aufrutschte und an diese gewandt den Finger neben der Schläfe kreisen lies - ist die verrückt, oder was? Yunhee zuckte nur nonchalant die Schultern und zog dann Hoseok’s Notizen zu sich herüber, um dann ihre zu seinen herüber zu schieben.

“Du hast da was Wesentliches vergessen, genau hier.”

“Ah jinja! Donnerstag schreiben wir doch schon…”

“Ich hab Zeit, schreib dir den Absatz ruhig ab. Und hier hast du’n Marker, farbliches Hervorheben rettet hier Leben.”, wies Yunhee ihn leise an und schob ihm Beides rüber und stand auf, um sich eine Flasche Kakao aus dem Automaten zu ziehen. Hoseok bedankte sich überschwänglich und laut und lächelte ihrem Rücken hinterher, bevor er sich emsig über seinen Block beugte.

Eunsook auf der anderen Seite wurde gerade zunehmend skeptischer über Seokjin’s schwammige Erklärungen und sah sich schließlich nach einem genervten Schnalzen mit der Zunge und einer wegwerfenden Handbewegung ab um ein paar Plätze weiter zwischen Jimin und Kihyun auf die Bank zu fallen. Beide warfen ihr einen irritierten Blick zu, sie machte Kihyun schöne Augen: “Oppa~ Ich brauche unbedingt Hilfe! Magst du mal schauen?”

Kihyun nickte in Richtung des Getränkeautomaten. 

“Americano. Der gezuckerte.”

Eunsook ließ die Fassade fallen und verdrehte entnervt die Augen, ließ ihren Block vor dem Älteren auf den Tisch fallen und stand auf, um ihm ein Getränk zu holen. Jimin schüttelte den Kopf und sie hörte seine abwertenden Worte trotz des schweren Busan Dialekts:

“Yah, Mädchen dieser Tage… tun alles für ein bisschen Aufmerksamkeit…”

Eunsook wirbelte herum und klatschte ihre Hand auf die Tischplatte vor ihm und er erschreckte sich furchtbar; da er weit zurückgelehnt mit den Armen hinter dem Kopf irgendwie auf dem Stuhl gehangen hatte, taumelte er und rutschte mit strauchelnden Beinen herunter und landete rittlings zwischen Yunhee und Hoseok’s Plätzen von wo aus er besten Blick auf Yunhee’s Beine in den schwarzen, durchsichtigen Strumpfhosen und schwarzem Jeansrock hatte.

“Oh, beste Aussichten-”

“-verdünnisier dich oder deine Mutter wird erfahren, dass ihr Engel sich hier eher wie ein Bengel benimmt.”, kurrte Yunhee und hielt ihren geöffneten Kakao über seinen Kopf und drohte an, ihn nass zu machen. 

Rasch rappelte er sich wieder auf und zog sich knurrend an Hoseok hoch, taumelte dann rittling in die, die nun hinter ihm waren und fuhr sich durch’s Haar. Seine Wangen waren sichtlich gerötet und er funkelte Yunhee unterkühlt an, bevor er nach seinen Sachen griff und sich dann einen Tisch weiter neben Mina fallen ließ und sie zuckersüß anlächelte. Sie erwiderte das Lächeln schüchtern, immerhin kannte sie ihren Tanzpartner bereits. Oder meinte ihn zu kennen.

Yunhee sah ihm aus dem Augenwinkel finster nach und wandte sich dann wieder um. Hoseok neben ihr hatte das Ganze unauffällig beobachtet und fuhr sich nun mit einem leisen Lächeln durch’s Haar und zog ihr Heft etwas näher zu sich heran, um weiter abzuschreiben.

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[thisisawonderfulusername]

a lifetime of firsts

first friend

tasm! peter parker x reader

summary: peter parker, a young boy you meet who quickly becomes your first and best friend. he's with you for everything.

warnings: just pure fluff honestly. i can't think of anything that would need a warning lol

word count: 2k

a/n: okie dokie i'm so excited for this series. it's going to be a bunch of different parts, some shorter than others. when i first got the idea i sat down from 12-6 just watching youtube and spitting words out onto a document lmao

i was originally going to post it as one, but then i was nearing 7k words and i was like maaaaaaybe it would be better split up. with that i could also add a lot more to each idea i had. the masterlist for this isn't set in stone either, the orders might change or i might add some more sections, but that's not really anything to worry about.

first day of daycare

your hands shook as you stood at the entrance of the daycare, staring up at your mother. “do you really have to leave me?”

sighing, she crouched down to your height, looking into your teary eyes. “i’ll be back before you know it, sweety.” she tells you softly, thumbs wiping away the stray tear that trailed down your cheek, “you can make some friends while you’re here! wouldn’t it be fun to play with some kids your own age?”

sniffling, you nod your head. her smile never fails to calm you down. she holds your hands, “i’ll miss you. when i get back, you can tell me all about your day.”

“okay…” you look down at your feet, pulling one of your hands away to wipe away a few more tears that fell.

“i have to go now.” she squeezes your hand, placing a kiss on your cheek before standing back up.

as she turns her back, another adult takes your hand. you look up. she’s an old woman with graying hair and wrinkles carved into her skin. “hello, darling!” she speaks gently, “i’m mrs linda. what’s your name?”

you glance back at the door your mother disappeared through. “y/n.” it only comes out as a whisper, and it’s surprising that such an old person could hear it.

“well, y/n, i think you’ll love it here. there are plenty of kids for you to get to know, ” she brings you through a door that had been painted a sky blue, the sun and some clouds decorating it. the room behind it holds giggling children filling it’s space. some held toys, flying planes in the air and driving cars on a carpet road. others sat at some tables, crayons in hand as they try their best to stay within the lines of a coloring book.

almost immediately, it seemed, your mother had slipped from your mind.

“hi!” you hadn’t noticed the little boy who ran up to you until he spoke. he had brown hair that drooped over his eyes, a lopsided smile on his face. “i’m peter. what’s your name?”

the old woman seemed to take that as her queue to slip away, and you didn’t notice that her hand was no longer in yours. “y/n.”

his eyes light up, “y/n. can i call you y/n/n?”

a smile graces your face. “i like that. y/n/n.” the nickname feels right as you repeat it. nobody had ever called you that.

“do you want to color with me, y/n/n?” he asks, holding up a box that was barely holding crayons inside, trying not to let them fall.

“yeah!”

after only a few weeks, your friendship with peter blossomed. every day at dinner, you would tell your parents all about what you had done with him.

you went on the swings with him when you got to play outside, or dug holes in the sand box. sometimes you would play tag with some of the other children. when you were inside, you would color, or play with the many toys that were strewn about the floor. when it was supposed to be nap time, you would place your mats next to each other, giggling as you

one day, while your father cut a piece of his chicken, he looked over at you. “maybe you should invite this peter over,” he suggests, “we’d like to meet this friend of yours.”

your eyes widened with surprise. you didn’t know that that was a possibility. until now, it seemed like the only place you would ever see him would be at the place your mother dropped you off at every morning. “i can do that?”

“of course, sweety.” your mother smiles.

the next day when you were dropped off, you scanned the room for peter, immediately running over when you spotted him. “peter!”

his head shot up at the sound of your voice and his eyes quickly met yours. a smile broke out on his face. “y/n/n!”

you practically drop to the ground to sit next to him, leaning forward with your hands on your knees. “my parents said you could come to my house!”

just as yours had, his eyes widened. it seemed that he also never realized this was an option. “really?”

“yeah!” you dig in your pocket for a moment, before pulling out a slip of paper, “my mom said to give this to your mom.”

first sleepover

that saturday, you waited by the window in the living room. you had pulled one of the chairs from the kitchen table, much to your mom’s dismay. your head rested on your arms, which layed on top of the window sill. the blinds had been lifted by your dad after you begged him to, and you stared as cars came and went.

with each one that drove by on the street, you lifted your head in excitement, thinking it was peter, but each time they drove by.

when one finally pulled into the driveway, you gasped. “he’s here!” you jumped off of the seat, your feet landing on the hardwood floor with a thump. “he’s here, mom!”

she chuckles as she stands from her spot on the couch, showing up behind you and twisting the knob as she opens the door.

peter’s face brightens as he spots you, leaving his own mom’s side to run up to you. “y/n/n!”

“petey!” just like any other time you saw him, you meet in a bone crushing hug.

the magic of a young friendship was how each time you see each other it’s as exciting as the last time.

the introductions your parents share with his go unnoticed as you grab his hand. “i have to show you all of my toys!” your eyes widen, “and my coloring books!”

as you start pulling him up the stairs, you hear the soft laughter of the adults. “bye, peter!” his parents call out.

he waves his hand, “bye!”

the last thing you hear is the door shutting before you pull peter into your room. it’s a total mess, as you’d expect from a child your age. the covers on your bed are pooling at the foot of the mattress, most of your toys were scattered across the floor. the last book you had been coloring in was open, the outlined picture having colors scribbled all around.

you quickly look around before going over to your toy box. “i have to show you my favorite!” you have to basically hang over the side of the box to dig into it, little grunts escaping you as you push aside dolls and other things, before finding it. “look!” you fall from the side as you turn to look at him, holding up the toy.

after hours of playing with and showing him different toys, your parents peaked in through the door. “it’s time for bed, guys.” your father tells you, looking at the floor with a sigh, “help me pick up all these toys.”

you did as he said, piling as many as you can into your arms and dropping them into the box with the help of both peter and your dad.

once the floor was (mostly) spotless, he helped the both of you onto your bed. the two of you were so small that even in a bed as small as yours, you could fit with plenty of room left over. after the lights had been flicked off and the door closed, you look over to him with a grin. you turned on your side under the blanket.

it was just like when you pushed your mats together, talking for as long as you could before your eyes finally drooped and you passed out.

that was only the first of many sleepovers.

first days of school

kindergarten

you skipped down the sidewalk, holding your mom’s hand. a backpack jumped with you, thumping against your back. it was small, but it still managed to be bigger than you, the straps slipping off your shoulders every few moments and threatening to drop to the ground if you didn’t keep your thumb looped around one of the straps.

you were going to ride a bus! every morning you had watched the big yellow vehicle pick up kids and drive off, and when you asked your parents about it, they always said that when you went to school, you would get to ride it.

they had to explain to you what school was. like daycare, but kids of all ages went, and you got to learn things. it sounded fun. you already knew how to read, but they explained that you would be reading much longer books, and they told you about math. math sounded like it could be fun, as really the only thing they said about it was that it included the numbers they had taught you.

as you get to the corner of the street, you see peter at the end with his aunt. recently, he had started living with her and his uncle, instead of his parents. you didn’t understand, but it was all the same to you. now he lived closer, and to you it only meant seeing each other more.

you let go of your mother’s hand in yours, breaking into a run, “peter!”

his head turned, and the smile that was already on his face grew. he was just excited as you were. “y/n/n!”

you meet in a hug, and you don’t see the smiles on your mom’s and his aunt’s face as they greet each other. “are you excited for school?” you ask, almost bouncing out of your shoes as you look at him.

“yeah.” he glances to his aunt, “she says it will be like daycare.”

“that’s what my parents told me.” you hum, looking at the road, “but we get to ride the bus.”

almost as if you had willed it into existence, it came rolling down the road, the loud engine roaring as it came to a stop right in front of you.

you barely said goodbye to your mom as you grabbed peter’s hand and hopped up the steep stairs the door invited you to, urging him to hurry up.

middle school

it was your first day at a new school. if only you had been as excited as you remembered being when going into kindergarten.

but instead you take a deep breath as you walk down the street, darker than it was before.

for the first time, you wouldn’t be going to elementary school. you had ‘graduated’ from fifth grade, and instead of staying where you already were, you were introduced to middle school.

you already didn’t like it. you had to wake up earlier than before, and your bag had a lot more weight to it, notebooks and folders stuffed inside. you would need a new one, soon. you had had it since your first day of kindergarten, and it was starting to be too small. the zippers also started to get stuck more often, and sometimes wouldn’t even close completely.

even worse, the friends you had made in your classes wouldn’t be going to the same school as you. they lived further away, and had to go to one closer to where they lived.

when you see peter where he always was before school, you smile. at least he would be there with you.

he was always there with you.

“hey, pete.” you greet him as you get to his side, fingers looped around the straps of your bag.

a yawn passed his lips. “hey.” his hair was messy, and you assumed it was because he hadn’t brushed through it at all. he looked just as tired as you were. “why do we have to get up so early for middle school?”

you shrug your shoulders with a sigh, “i dunno, but i don’t like it.”

“me neither.”

the same bus you had seen for years came into view before stopping in front of you, and you followed peter up the steps to one of the empty seats.

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hii could i request something? i don't mind whether it's a headcannon with some drabble or a longer scenario, do whatever you have time for. make sure you're taking care of yourself 🥰

oki so nsfw haikyuu, im very indecisive so I'll give you a list of some characters - feel free to include multiple alsjdggwgw.

tsukishima, kageyama, miya twins, kuroo, bokuto, yknow throw in hinata for some spice. basically anyone that would rUiN me 😗✌️

okay so for the scenario literally go wild with it, I'd love to have a few kinks involved like dumbification, verbal degrading, use of "puppy", breeding, denial, overstimulation and masochism (or sadism if you look at it from the characters side).

feel free to improv if there's anything specific you've been wanting to write lmao I'm happy with anything.

have fun hehe

Eep! You’re so sweet I could cry T^T. You’re my first ask btw so Thank you thank you! Anyone who enjoys this post, please thank anon! This will also be my first work for haikyuu so I hope it will be good! In addition, i'll write the reader as Fem for now bc it wasn’t specified, so I hope that’s okay<3. I was gonna include all characters, but I felt I kept you waiting long enough.

Okay so im thinking…. How they act when domming WITH BOKUTO, ATSUMU, OSAMU, TSUKI, AND HINATA.

Genre: SMUT/MINORS DNI/ 18+/ Characters aged up

Warnings: dumbification, verbal degrading, use of "puppy", breeding, denial, overstimulation, masochism & sadism, a wee bit of impact play in Osamu’s... it just happened, gagging, nose pinching, praising, oral (fem and male receiving), dom dynamics, use of the word “daddy.

                                                      BOKUTO

Bo is a wild card, so anything can activate his dom moods and they can vary from service to hard domming.

You have to watch out for those days when you do something that he finds so cute because that’s when he wants to be a service dom.

And that means fucking you completly dumb.

“C’mere puppy”, just wants to show you how much he appreciates and adores you, so he has to make you feel so good that you turn into mush.

Always fucks you in a position that relies solely on you having to rely on him because it’s such a power trip for him.

Will have you picked up and getting fucked against the wall of your room as he tells you how cute you are.

Seeing you like this triggers something so animalistic in him, he is suddenly so hyper focused as he fucks you like an animal.

LOUDDDD

Just wants to see how wrecked you’ll get for him, but wrecks himself too.

~

“C’mere puppy, gonna pick you up.” You're a mess already, having been getting fucked into on your back by your boyfriend. Still, you put your hands out so he can pull you into his broad chest and up you two go. He smiles at your compliance and goes in to kiss your cute lips, albeit deeply as he sucks on your tongue and bottom lip which makes saliva string you two together when pulling away.

By the time he is done kissing you, he has your bare back pressed against the cool surface of your room walls and is nudging the head of his big, fat cock back into your needy hole. “Ah! Bo, fuck! like this?”

You can’t help but ask while clinging to him for dear life as he bottoms out in you. All he can do is nod, one hand strongly wrapped around your lower back, close to your ass, and the other flat against the wall above your head. He loves the way you cling to him, much like how your soft walls do at the slightest dragging of his cock. In and out. He begins to buck his hips up into you and you bounce at the sheer force of each of his thrusts, breast bouncing gloriously in front of him too as he eyes them.

You’re open mouthed panting in no time in rhythm with his thrusts as your eyes gloss over while looking into his golden ones. He searches your face before using force from his legs to start ramming into your spongy spot and you gasp, “fuck daddy wait!”

“Just wanna make you feel good pup, just let me…” He groans as he continues to fuck into your gspot, making you clench around him sporadically as you begin to moan, “i-if you keep thrusting there-

“You’ll cum? Good, cum for me and i'm not gonna stop either.” He states seriously as he picks up his pace, moving the hand he had around you to your hip and gripping it tightly as he enclosed you against the wall more. You had no choice but to take the harsh thrusts that he was giving you, each retraction taking the air from your lungs before the thrust to your spot delivered intoxicating pleasure.

Your fucking head was getting cloudy as you succumbed to the pleasure, sweat trickling down the valley of your breasts at the body heat you two were producing, the mere sight of you sruggling to determine what you should do makes him go feral. Gripping both of your hips, with a bruising glasp, he makes sure the top half of your back is still resting on the wall as he begins to bring you down on his dick while thrusting up.

“You look so fucking sexy like this! Shit, I love having you on my cock!” He is growling now as you moan incoherent sentences, clinging to him closely you decided on just nodding your head. Too fucked out for anything else as he dominated your throbbing core.

He moans loudly at this as he balls slap aggressively against your ass, “already fucked dumb, pup? Fuckkkkk just how I wanted you.” He says as you start to go weak from the pleasure of your orgasm staring to consume you, moving to place your head in between the crook of his neck. He doesn’t let you though, grabs you by the chin and forces your unfocused eyes to stay on him as drool trickles down your skin from your lolled out tongue.

How could he not watch you go dumb on his cock as he fucks your through your orgasm and into his. You two are going to be so sloppy when he’s done.

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                                                           TSUKIII

This fucking Psychopath mean and hard dom.

The most verbal degrader, but also lovesss to humiliate you too.

Just looks at you condescendingly, but is trying to hide his amusement.

“You look so pathetic right now, sweetheart.” is pushing his glasses up with one hand.

Has the other hand buried two fingers deep in your needy cunt.

All you can do is whine because for fucks sake he won’t give you anything, but shallow thrusts. All because

“If you want more then fucking work for it!”

Has you fucking yourself on his fingers in an instant while he snickers and smirks  (still being mean) as if his hard on isn’t threatening to fucking cream his pants.

~

“TSUKIII!” You whine as you grip his wrist that is connected to the fingers inside your dripping cunt.

“You look so pathetic right now, sweetheart” He states with a smirk as he gives you two sharp aimless thrusts into your cunt, making you whine louder.

“P-please just give me more! Stop being so mean!” You say as you look up at his shirtless frame. You know by the look on his face that he is having fun, that he enjoys seeing you so needy and you hate that you’re feeding into it. But it’s so hard, when he has been fingering you to the edge and stopping every time right before you could even release.

“You want more? Then fucking work for it, whore!” He says almost sadistically and you nod as you lift your hips up to meet his fingers. You begin to thrust up into his two nimble, long fingers as you clench around him. Your walls are thankful for the aggressive friction that you are finally getting after 3 near orgasms.

One particular rough thrust hits your g spot and you moan lewdly, tongue almost hanging completely out as you feel the familiar tingles of a strong orgasm. Just as you go to lift your hips up to ram into his fingers in the exact same way, his other hand is pressing you firmly down onto the mattress, halting your attempts.

You fucking choke on a sob as tears obscure your vision and he snickers, “Aw you’re such a crybaby!”

But seeing your flushed face and rising chest as your lip quivers, does it for him. And he’s a little mad at himself because you won and don’t even know it. I mean now he just has to fuck you- you just look so pretty, begging for him after he’s been so fucking mean to you. Crying. Gosh, it makes his dick twitch as precum trickles down to his balls.

Yep, now he’s gonna fuck that needy cunny and give you all that you wanted and then some.

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                                                      ATSUMU

Much like Tsuki, he is also a mean and hard dom, but actually has the ability to turn into a soft one.  

Loves to degrade too but because he loves feeling superior. 

Will be at his meanest when he just lost a match and Def takes it out on that cunt. 

Right after like right after the game, he has you riding him in the fucking car. 

Is being so mean too, “don’t tell me that’s all ya got, ya little slut?”

“Ride my fucking dick then!”

Once you amp it up though, fuck his tune switches so fast. “God yer so fuckin’ wet, gonna breed ya just right bc ya think ya can fuck me like this and get away with it?”

Like sir you were just… anyways he will hug you into his chest and mark your flesh up. 

Fills you to the brim while praising and then makes you sit with it leaking into your underwear all the way home 

~

“Come on slut, fully sit on it. I don’t care if it hurts!” Atsumu grumbles as he smacks your ass, making your legs quiver and a few more inches to slip further into your stretching sex.

He’s so big and that asshole barely prepared you before telling you to basically spear yourself on his erect cock. He’s only this mean when he loses and as much as you wish you could say you hate it, you don’t at all.

You love proving him wrong and he always tries to be right, the only difference is he is being meaner right now. That’s why he slams you the rest of the way down on his cock and has your eyes springing open as you arch and shake with a loud cry.

You can’t even express how full you feel or how it feels like he could’ve just broken you, but your pussy can. It’s gushing around him as if you just came, making a mess at his base and his neatly trimmed pubes.

“Don’t ya fuckin’ dare cum yet, don’t tell me that’s all ya got, ya little slut!” He growls taking ahold of your neck with his large hand. You whine at this putting your two smaller hands around his forearm and shaking your head ‘no’, mind getting cloudy.

He sits up a bit, sweaty back unsticking from his leather seats as he gets inches from your face, still clenching your neck, grasping tighter even.

“Then. Ride. My. Fucking dick!” He snaps, eyes dark as he swipes his tongue over his bottom lip. You feel so aroused at this point, grinding your hips into his as your walls scream from the weak prep.

He continues to spew mean shit at you, further stimulating you as you begin to ride him faster. He is slipping soon after, groans tumbling out of his mouth as you bounce on his cock like a rabbit.

Whines sharply when you start to clap your ass down on the dick before hugging you to his sweaty chest. Your hard nipples will drag against his skin as he keeps you embraced, strong arms around your back as he sucks purple marks into your skin. Will begin to fuck up into you as he moans, “ya can’t ride me like that and not expect me t-to fill ya up, pretty!”

Doesn’t care for your response, too lost in his own delirium, as he concentrated on ramming all that fat cock into your hole in attempts to get deeper and deeper. And when he hears you finally cry out about how, “ ‘TSUMU! YOU'RE TOO DEEP!”

He is emptying his balls into you, with an iron grip on your hips to keep you firmly planted on him as he repeats, “gonna fuckin’ bread ya! Bread ya so good… look at that cunt drinking it all up ah!…such a good girl.”

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                                                     OSAMU

Is the reverse of his brother- Is primarily a soft dom, but knows when to be a hard/ mean one.

Loves caressing you and giving you touches everywhere.

But is really good at commanding, does it calmly with hot lazy eyes. 

“Go a little faster… yea there ya go. Good.” 

“Don’t do that baby, ya wouldn’t want me mad right?”

Sometimes that is what you want thoe and you’re being such a brat that he understands too. 

That’s when he goes Dom, probably having enough of your bullshit.

Like if you’re teasing and disobeying him, per example, when you’re giving him head. 

Without warning will put a firm hand on the back of your head and push you forward roughly. 

Will fuck your face so meanly, scolding you about how, “this is what ya wanted.” 

~

“Come on, go a little faster baby.” Osamu commands and his matter of fact tone, the one he uses when he wants you to do something without protest, sends tingles to your cunt as you flutter your eyes up at him.

Deciding to obey this time, even though you know you want something a little more tonight, you begin sucking on his tip a little faster. He nods his head slowly, relishing the scene before him as he tilts his head back.

He’s really getting into it, baby loves when you suck him off on your knees. It always feels so good and he finds himself in this exact position. Head thrown back, eyes shut, one hand holding your makeshift ponytail, and the other on your cheek.

You love the look in his eyes, lustful and lazily hanging open as his pupils flicked down occasionally to drink in your movements. You were growing needy though, panties getting soaked as you rub your thighs together, sucking faster. His hums of approval indicated that he enjoyed this action as he wets his lips and rakes his fingers further through your hair.

Deviously you decided to take him in further and graze your teeth along his skin, something he loved but did not take kindly. It always made him feel way too good like he would cum way sooner than he would want to, so it pissed him off every time you did it. And you knew that it had worked now too when he let out a surprised hiss as you continued to lightly graze your teeth on his member. His breath is shaky as he lets go of the ponytail that he had formed to keep your hair out of your face.

“Fuckin’ mistake” he states seriosuly as his strong hand pushes on the back of your head, lunching you forward and making his cock fully slot itself in your throat. It hurt, it burned, and you were soaking yourself because of the pain. You loved when your daddy turned into such a meanie.

“Can never use yer fuckin’ words huh? Had to be a damn brat.” He grumbles as he starts to slam into your mouth, making tears trickle down the corners of your eyes as you try to keep up with the brutal pace.

He is groaning by now, the force of his thrusts making the veins pop from his arms and legs as your thighs get wet with arousal, “ya like it that much, nasty girl, huh!” You try to tell him yes, but a quick slap to your cheek makes you moan like an absolute slut. It was not enough to hurt, just sting and utterly surprise you, but it was more than enough for you, “don’t fuckin talk when I'm blessing ya with a full mouth.”

His tone is still as calm as ever which makes your pussy throb even more as you nod rapidly, desperately, doe eyes looking up at him as he smirks slightly before continuing to stretch your throat with brutal snaps of his hips. When he begins to cum, he makes sure to thrust fully into you, on his tippy toes, as he firmly plants one hand on the back of your head while using the other to pinch your nose closed.

You cum untouched, choking on his seed and gasping for air as tears stream down your face. But all he says is “ya wanted this and ya liked it, my little masochist.” Osamu has no problem being a sadist for you.

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                                                HINATA

SERVICE DOM !!!

Such a precious baby (reminds me of Izuku) loves to eat you out, but because he really wants you to feel immense pleasure.

Is so attentive, sucks on your breasts, licks your inner thighs, places kisses on your ankles and legs before diving in.

Holds your hand while using the other to spread you apart.

“You taste so good baby.”

Is the type to shake his head from side to side while eating that pussy.

Will overstim you on accident at first, but realizes he loves how easy it is to reel orgasms out of you when you’re sensitive.

“Cum again for me please?”

Oral with him almost always leads to over stimming… both ways.

~

“Another kiss here… and here….here.” Hinata mumbles against your skin as you arch into the touch of his soft, wet lips. He started at your own lips, made his way down to sucking your neck and breasts, paying special care to your nipples. Sucks and nibbles on them for so long that you're wet and the buds are throbbing and sore.

He will then move down, dragging his tongue down your stomach, kissing your belly button, licking at your thighs before grabbing them. He spreads you open, groaning at how your cunt is seeping with arousal as he stands up, your legs on his shoulders while he admires you.

Will kiss your ankles as he rubs his underwear covered cock along your slit, collecting your slick and dampening the fabric. When he can no longer kiss your flesh or produce light touches here and there, too needy, he dives in and kisses your pussy.

“Sho!” You gasp as your hands fly to his hair, weaving into the orange tuffs as he licks a long flat tongue up your entire cunt. He’ll sigh against your puffy clit after this, amazed that he gets to taste you whenever he wants, and this starts the feast.

He starts to suck and nip at your folds, cute nose bumping against your clit which makes you squeal each time, “you taste so good baby.” He groans again as he reaches to hold your hand that abandoned his hair in favor of gripping the sheets. Your heart swells at the cute action as you grasp his warm hand back and he reallys starts to get lost in your soaking cunt.

So engrossed in tongue fuckng you while rubbing your clit with his thumb, he doesn’t register your slight warnings of, “S-sho you’re going too f-fast!” Because you weren't used to being touched and cared for so attentively, him being the first to do you like this, and your orgasm was approaching so fast it was shocking you.

Precum is rushing out of his cock when you start cumming on his tongue, but he doesn’t stop there. He starts to shake his head between your legs from side to side, further stimulating you and getting sloppier, as he gulps and slurps and continues to eat you out.

“TOO SENSITIVE!” You yell as you start squirming away, but his hold on your hand just gets tighter as he flicks his eyes up to you, “cum again for me please? I know my beautiful girl can…” He says, hot breath fanning your quivering cunt as his dark eyes look up at you. You whine at his words, but accept and he's back to over-stimulating you, using his tongue to weave through your folds and into your hole, rubbing your clit harder.

You gush so much for him by the end of the night. And he hasn’t even fucked you with that monster stamina yet.

[stormblessed95]

Hello Stormblessed !

U became an ARMY pretty recently right ? But you seem to have covered Tonnes of content 😂😁😆

I became an ARMY pretty recently too but i have no idea how to cover so much content 🥲😅😔

Any idea how to proceed ? Like i have watched the RUN BTS episodes, ITS, Bon Voyage and a few many interviews, their performances, MVs but there r lots more right ? 👀 where shud i start ?

Okie....if i were someone who wants to get to know BTS what shud i do ? 😁😅

Am i blabbering too much ? 🥲

Is there any website that can guide me or maybe u have already answered an ask like this ?

I love your blog btw 🥰☺💜

Also u r nice almost all the time ☺

Btw which are u biased towards in A Court of Thorns And Roses ? 👀

Feysand or Nessian ? 👀

Ahh lol I've been ARMY for 2 years now. I found BTS January of 2020. So yes, pretty new here too relatively!!

I've shared before about my "time management" or lack of it in a previous post, here

I've just pretty obsessively watched everything I could find. I'm still catching up on stuff though like FULL length content, not just clips. Like I'm about to watch the NOW 3 DVD in full for the first time soon. Not just clips from YouTube or Twitter. A really good resource is just other ARMY accounts who have made efforts to compile content for everyone. Two that I go back to often are Bangtan Purple Archive and Landon Marks BTS Roadmap. Both are pulling content from debut to present day in order for everyone to access

Here is another account that lists shows BTS has done along with creating other threads of other types of content BTS has done to help people at least know what to search for to see older content, one such thread here:

Another good account to find old Bangtan Content for links

And Qdeoks is a wonderful account that has streamed lots of DVD content and put it up online for free for people to still get to see it

As for ACOTAR. Lol don't hate me, I love both Cassian and Nesta MORE as characters.... but the better ship is definitely Feysand 😂 ACOSF did not give me what I hoped for with their characters and relationships, there wasn't enough growth for them as people, much less a couple for me. ACOMAF remains the queen of that series for me personally. Lol all ill say to avoid spoilers though!

And because it's me, I gotta include the art...

Feyre and Rhysand

Nesta and Cassian (I will always be mad at how good this relationship arc could have been, but I still love it)

The Inner Circle 🥰

Can't lie though, Throne of Glass is definitely my preferred series by SJM 🥰 but she doesn't make my list of top authors either even though I loved her TOG characters ALOT!!

Lmao okay well nice mix of bts and books for yall I guess this time! Sorry! 😅

[decepti-thots]

Okie u can ignore this if u want of course but I'd be curious to hear abt why u hated Netflix WFC so much? Bc that seems to be a Super common fan opinion of the series but I don't rlly have any context as to why bc I'm a rlly new TF fan and WFC was actually my first ever TF media (unless u count the 1st Michael Bay movie when I was like 10 or whatever lol). And tbh I ended up rlly liking the netflix trilogy! But I have a feeling that's bc its literally the first thing I ever saw lmao. Thanks <3

Hey, first off, welcome to the fandom anon, since that wasn't that long ago and all! I hope you have a great time with us in Robot Hell TM! :)

Secondly, my dislike of WFC is definitely in part that WFC just... isn't really 'for me', I'll be honest. Like literally, I'm not the target demographic they had in mind for this show. Which probably sounds kind of weird, because WFC definitely targeted a) adult fans and b) people who are Nerdy TM about TF, both of which are me. However, when it comes to TF cartoons, I'm like... here for the kid stuff. I really like when TF, at least on television, is for kids first and foremost! So that element already just personally didn't vibe with me, and that's really a subjective thing.

In terms of why I really disliked it rather than just going 'eh', it's... mostly the pacing. Honestly. It's a much slower paced series than I really enjoy, and I felt like if they had halved the run time per series, or maybe even done it as three 'TV movie' style specials, it would have worked a lot better. Now, a lot of people can look past that, which is cool! However, as someone who almost never watches TV series because they take too much of my time, pacing is like, one of THE biggest dealbreakers for me in any show, so again, that's as much a me thing as anything else, haha.

I honestly can't really speak to the overall 'quality' of the show because the above means that all I really bothered with were 2 episodes of the first series, 1 episode and a couple sporadic scenes of the second, and... I think the same for the third. IDK. Not my bag! When I bounce off something I just go watch something else, haha, life is short.

(Still want the Ratchet stuff from s1 to come back somewhere though. Neutral Ratchet... that was a REAL nice idea.)

Also, just wanna say, it can sometimes suck to love something it feels like most of the fandom hates, but there's definitely other WFC fans out there. I promise not everyone hates it, anon, haha. I don't think you're 'missing' anything, you just like something some other people don't. (As someone who insists the Unicron Trilogy is mostly fun ACTUALLY, FANDOM, trust me, I can relate!)