#WHY AM I LIKE THIS AGHHH

[hvkno]

COURTNEY WITH A GUITAR AJANJSHS

[shima-draws]

Question for no particular reason if someone, not me, hypothetically wrote a fix it fic where Izuku goes back in time to save a young Tenko, would you, the audience, prefer that to take place BEFORE Tenko kills his entire family with Decay or AFTER

[colinfeatherington]

oh no reading all the bullet point reddit posts made me extra upset about polin again

[licensedcheek]

guy who tried out monthly contact lenses for environmental reasons and had to stop because the eyes hurt so bad : what will this do to the environment…

[crying-in-converse]

i want to cry because on only the second day of my coding class its too hard and im never gonna be able to do it

[berryblu-soda]

yes tumblr, keep making changes on the autism website, this surely wont backfire and cause general outrage-

@staff this is not the vibe besties-

[jackass-jones]

Okay such a good fucking writing decision in the letter is the fact that if you pursue the Rebecca/Ashton romance route it’s impossible for Ashton to be friends with Isabella in the epilogue. You have to ruin their relationship in order for Ashton to be with Rebecca. And that just really shows how in Rebecca’s dream ending, she can only be happy if she’s the only woman close to Ashton. She really is mistaking obsession for love

[fourfuckinghorsemen]

I'm beginning to realise that Delores was 90% of my impulse control.

[flamingo--ing]

mmmmkmm

[auroralwriting]

poker face

spencer reid x fem!bau!reader

spencer and you go to the casino to find the unsub. you think he looks pretty hot playing poker.

word count: 2.0k

warnings: making out, gambling, poker face spencer aghhh

"Forensics got a fingerprint match on the last victim. Eddie Langdon. We're looking into him." You said as you walked back into the office that held some of your team members.

Hotch came in behind you, "Hey, any luck?" Emily asked.

"No, they don't want to allocate agency funds for the buy-in. I'm still working on it." Hotch replied, looking down to his phone as he got back on another call.

Rossi chuckled, "Well, I can't imagine why not. We're only asking for fifty thousand bucks of taxpayer money so that FBI agents can play Texas hold 'em."

Emily eyed Rossi, "Hey, what about you?"

"What about me? What?"

"You could stake us the buy-in." Emily smirked.

Spencer sat down next to you, "Yeah, you're a best-selling author."

You nodded enthusiastically, "Don't forget a best-selling author and longtime FBI agent. You could loan us the money, or something."

"No," Rossi shook his head.

"Why not?" Emily frowned.

"One, it's against regulations, and I'd like to hold on to this job for a little while longer." Rossi began.

Under your breath, you muttered, "It's just a little violation, 's all."

Rossi just rolled his eyes at your comment. "And two, I prefer to spend my money on actual things, like single-malt scotch, a fine cigar, beautiful artwork."

"Poker chips are things!" JJ replied quickly with a smile.

Rossi just scoffed as Spencer spoke up again. "Maybe just think of it as like a new experience. I mean, at your age, how often does that happen?" Oh, no he didn't.

"At my what?" Rossi slowly turned his head to Spencer who just gulped and awkwardly looked away.

"Rossi, this may be our only chance to get this guy." You said slowly. "They government isn't going to give us the money. You're our only way to catch this killer. Please?" You paused for a moment. "And if it helps, you can just write a new book to get some more cha-ching."

Rossi sighed, "All right, fine. But I'm ignoring that last comment. I'm a decent poker player, but I can't promise that I can stay in the game long enough to--"

"You know what?" Emily interrupted. "I bet you're a great poker player, but what if we sent in Reid?"

"I am banned from casinos in Las Vegas, Laughlin, and Parump because of my card-counting ability." Spencer commented as if it was the most casual thing in the whole world.

You raised your hand slightly, "Why did I not know this sooner?"

"Look, I know I'm not a genius like the boy wonder here, but poker is not Blackjack." Rossi argued. "It's about bluffing, reading human nature, head games. It's not math."

That's when Spencer stood up, "That's not entirely accurate. There actually is a mathematical equation for knowing when to raise and when to fold. If P represents the size of the pot at the time of play, then P times N minus one, with N representing the estimated number of players in the final round of betting--"

"Okay! Fine, I surrender!" Rossi cut Spencer off quickly. "Just try not to lose all my money. Actually, you know what?" Rossi quickly spoke your name. "Take her with you, I don't want you losing all my money and if she needs to interrupt the game, then so be it."

Your eyes widened, "Rossi, I've never stepped foot into a casino in my life."

"You'll be fine!" Rossi waved it off as Spencer gave you a comforting look.

Oh, this was not what you expected at all.

Spencer and you had to get checked by security with the handheld metal detectors. Yours didn't go off, but Spencer's did. He played it off as just a pen. Thank god they accepted that.

The two of you walked in. For someone who stared at dead bodies and killers all day, this was the most nerve wracking thing you'd experienced in a while. It also didn't help that Hotch decided you and Spencer were to play a couple when you had such a big crush on him.

"Hey," Spencer muttered, "It's okay."

"Just nervous," You replied under your breath. The two of you made your way to the bar. Spencer got himself a drink, and you got some champagne. "Is it really just math?"

Spencer nodded, "Math, and a little bit of luck."

The moment you felt Spencer take your hand, you tried to pull away. "Spencer, what about germs--"

"I don't mind your germs, you're my friend. Plus, we have a part to play, remember?" Spencer muttered, locking his fingers between yours. Your heart pounded as you did the same.

"I'll observe as you play," You muttered, remembering the list of things you needed to look for to find the unsub. "I know you don't need it, but good luck."

Spencer smiled at you, the comment being just so sweet and innocent. "Thank you." You looked so nervous, so out of place. It made Spencer notice you more.

Spencer had taken a seat at a table, which you stood behind him, leaning over his shoulder. Your hands rested on the back of the chair. So far, no one caught your eye, until one man at another table did. Casually, you poked Spencer and he caught onto your stare.

"You know, would it be all right if I sat at table two instead of four? I have a pre-glaucoma condition and the light's kind of bothering my eyes." Spencer called over the employee, who took him to the desired table.

The men didn't just eye Spencer as he sat down, you noticed they eyed you too. Defensively, you wrapped your arms around Spencer's neck from behind. "Ah, I'm calling." One of the men said."

"I'll raise." One guy said. You stared at him, noticing his red eyes. Weird. "Eight thousand."

"Eight thousand.. That's, uh, fifty-six months wages for the average person in Bangladesh." Spencer commented casually. In reply, you giggled and played with some of hair, pushing it out of his face. Spencer hoped you didn't feel his face turn hot under your fingers. "Uh, kind of makes you think, doesn't it?"

"Hey, it's eight thou to you." One guy remarked. "Now, are you in or are you out?"

Spencer sighed, "I.. am in. And I raise."

"Three raise? That's too rich for my blood." The guy sighed. One man, the one who raised before Spencer, bored holes into him.

"Are you in, sir?" Spencer asked.

"I'll call."

"Call?"

Spencer flipped his cards, "Straight."

Based on everyone's reactions and Spencer's coy face, straight was a very good thing. Playing the act, you kissed Spencer's forehead and squealed lightly, deciding to stroke his cheek for a moment. "A gut shot straight draw? Are you kidding me?"

"That is just-- that is nuts."

It was no wonder Spencer was banned from casinos. Spencer's poker face was good. He simply just covered his mouth after a moment and stared, watching everyone's reactions. His hand slowly ran down to his chin, and in that moment, it did it for you. Sure, Spencer was your cute little nerd, but he'd never been so hot to you.

You noticed next to the man who was staring, he had an eight ball keychain. "Hey, mind if I look at this?" You asked, reaching for it.

The man was quick to grab your hand hard. Spencer jumped into action, pulling you from him.

"Hey. What's the problem, sir?" An employee asked.

"She's reaching for my chips!"

"I'm not even in the game," You remarked.

The employee grabbed your arms, "You need to come with me."

If Spencer's eyes could've gotten any wider, they would've popped out of his head. "Hey! Don't manhandle her! She can walk, let go!" Spencer ripped the mans arms off of you and pulled you into his chest. "Come on, love. Let's just go."

Spencer's words caused your chest to tingle as he guided you away. You watched as he clicked the call-device, it lit up red. The look on the mans face, your unsub, was clear. He knew.

You met up with the team as you were lead out the doors, "They're FBI agents," Hotch informed the guard.

"There he goes, plaid shirt, baseball hat." Spencer pointed.

After searching the whole casino, the unsub made a break for it. His name was Curtis Banks. You and Spencer were sent to his house to see if he was there. After a quick search, it was clear he wasn't there.

"Hey Hotch, he isn't here. There's a foreclosure sign in the lawn." You informed your chief.

"All right, you and Reid stay there in case he comes back." Hotch hung up the phone.

You shrugged to Spencer, "And we wait."

After a beat of silence, Spencer turned to you. "At the casino, you couldn't keep your hands off of me after I won." Spencer said out of nowhere. "Your physical proximity was close, you frequently stared at me--"

"I was playing my part," You argued.

"Yeah, too well." Spencer pointed out. "Were you checking me out?"

Heat rose to your cheeks, "No. Why would I do that?"

"Look at me and say it," Spencer demanded, but his tone wasn't harsh. It was simply just firm. "You won't look at me."

Slowly, you turned to look at Spencer, "I wasn't checking you out."

"You can't look me in the eyes. You've never not looked me in the eyes." Spencer continued.

"Stop profiling me," You tried to end the discussion. It was clear Spencer had caught you. You weren't interested in being turned down, especially when you were in some sort of steak-out with the genius.

Spencer frowned, "I'm not profiling you. I'm just telling you as it is."

"That's what profiling is," You countered. "We don't need to have this conversation. Was I checking you out? Yes, I was. Is that what you wanted me to say? That you looked so damn hot winning thousands of dollars with your best poker face while you let me all over you?"

Spencer said your name, but you kept rambling. It took him grabbing your chin and forcing your face closer to his to make you stop. "You think I'm hot?"

"Yeah," You stuttered. "Yeah, I do."

Slowly, Spencer trailed his finger over your bottom lip. "I always thought you were the most gorgeous girl I'd ever seen."

"Where's this confidence coming from?" You asked.

Spencer shrugged, "Gamblers frequently experience a phenomenon called the 'winning high,' it releases dopamine and adrenaline, making gamblers do riskier things than they'd normally do."

"You gonna use that high to kiss me?" Your voice was a mere mutter. Your lips were just grazing Spencers.

"Is that what you want?" Spencer lowly asked.

"What do you think?" You retorted.

Spencer's lips slammed onto your own, harder than you expected. His large hand had the back of your neck, and he pulled you impossibly closer. It was hot, just how you wanted it. Flimsily, Spencer reached to the bottom of his seat to scoot it back. His hands went to your hips, guiding you to move across the seats to his lap.

"You know, we're still on the lookout." You mumbled, pressing another kiss to the genius's lips.

"They haven't called us yet." Spencer challenged, hand running down your back to your waist.

Slowly, Spencer's hand began to creep up your shirt, just to your navel-level. His kisses descended to your neck, pressing opened mouth, warm kisses to your skin.

"Spence," You whined, grabbing his hair to push him closer. He sighed in reply.

You both jolted when your phone began to ring. You grabbed it quickly, "What?"

"Ooh, someone's frisky." Derek teased over the phone. "We got the guy. You two are all good to head back."

"Thanks, Morgan. See you back there." You hung up the phone, tossing it back to to your seat. "Looks like we have to wrap this up."

Spencer smirked, "We fly back in the morning. We'll find some time soon."

Spencer's words weren't a tease, they were a promise.

[watmalik]

There’s some kind of warm feeling in my chest whenever I see this 🥺

[cloverapple]

do you have anymore advice? your post helped me so much pls I need more

The Restaurant Analogy For Reality Shifting

Aghhh I told myself I wasn’t going to post anything else, yet here I am XD. Hopefully this is helpful.

You already know how to shift. “Oh, but I—” nope. Nope. You already know how to shift. How do I know that? Because shifting is simply the act of becoming aware of your desired reality. And how do you become aware? By focusing, by choosing what you want to become aware of. When your focus and intention are aligned with your DR, you’re already shifting.

“But the symptoms—“

Oh to grab and politely shake you until you realize that “becoming aware of XYZ” is merely focusing on that thing, becoming aware of it. Are you laying there focusing on your DR? Congratulations, you’ve become aware of your DR.

(There’s a very popular post on here (that I can’t find rn bc I’m rushing as I type this) that states your awareness shifts first and then your senses follow. I cannot stress enough how true that is.)

When you lay down to shift, you don’t need to overcomplicate it. Just focus on your DR and allow it to come to you. Let yourself shift. Sure, allowing it might involve slipping into an altered state of consciousness, using methods, counting or affirming—if that feels natural to you in the moment. But ultimately, it comes down to self-trust. Your mind already knows how to shift. Maybe your issue is that you just need to step out of your own way and let it happen. Which in that case:

Deciding to shift is like deciding to go to a restaurant and sitting down.

Choosing your DR is like selecting a meal from the menu.

Letting your subconscious do the work is like trusting the chef in the kitchen to cook your meal.

What happens next? Inevitably, the chef brings out your meal—you become aware of your DR.

Now, what NOT to do:

You don’t march into the kitchen and grab the ingredients from the chef. You don’t argue with them about how they’re making your meal. Your chef, your mind, knows how to cook. You don’t pace back and forth from the kitchen to your table, spiraling in doubt, wallowing in self-pity, or crying to everyone in the restaurant about how you’ll never get your food and how you’re doomed to starve. You don’t leave the restaurant altogether. You sit down, relax, and trust the process.

“But what if my meal takes a year, or two, or even more?”

Well, think about it—what have you been doing during that time? Have you been running into the kitchen? Losing faith in the chef? Accusing him of not knowing how to cook? Your beliefs shape your reality. What you believe—what you truly believe—is what manifests.

This even applies to the “restaurant.” If you believe your meal will take forever, it will. If you believe the chef isn’t cooking, they won’t be. If you believe you’ll never get your meal, then you probably won’t.

But that’s the beauty of going to the restaurant. No matter how much you doubt, the meal comes eventually. Why else would you have sat down at the restaurant?

And there’s another thing: some meals may take longer, and that’s completely fine. Even if you’ve been patiently sitting here waiting for it and it’s been taking forever in your mind, that’s completely fine. Let go of this atattchment you have to time.

So what if the meal took a year to reach your table? 2 years? 3 years? 4 years? 5 years? Has all that time passed since you’re reading this? Awesome! So why are you still focused on it?

All the time you’ve spent shifting, you will get back and more once you start shifting. 2 years? You gain it back. 3 years? Back into your hand it goes. 4 years? There it is again. 5 years? You got it back.

Focus on the now; sit at the restaurant, enjoy the live music, talk to other patrons, flip through the menu and browse because maybe you want to change your meal or try an appetiser.

“Changing the meal (my DR) means it’s going to take even longer!”

Who told you that? I don’t know what kind of cooking you guys are doing IRL, but afaik, if the stove is already on and the pan is warm, searing that stake is going to be just as quick.

“Clover, but you just implied that arguing with the chef messes with your meal!”

Arguing with the chef (your subconscious) is very different from politely poking your head through the kitchen doors and informing him that you want a different meal.

“But how do I focus on my DR?”

I love this question! When you’re sitting at the table, expecting your meal, what are you doing? You’re probably thinking about your food—imagining the flavors, the texture, the sensations of eating it, the satisfaction of finally having it. That’s how you focus on your DR.

When you’re laying there doing your shifting process, think about what it feels like to be in your DR. Use your senses. Imagine the smells, the sounds, the things you’d touch, the things you’d hear. Visualize, ground yourself, and do what feels natural for you. There’s no right or wrong way to focus—just let yourself become immersed in the idea of your DR and trust it’s coming to you.

What you need to do is simple: select your meal, sit down, and know that it’s coming. I’m not even telling you to wait for it—just know that it’s already on its way. The moment you ordered, it became yours. That’s all there is to it.

[thegoldencontracts]

Surprise

Summary: You're bored. What better way to pass the time than surprise-kissing your boyfriend?

Characters: Azul, Jade

Notes: Flustered Jade and Azul aghhh

Azul Ashengrotto

Azul was startled from his paperwork by the sensation of your lips brushing against his cheek. He loathed to admit the way he practically leapt up from his seat, scrambling to turn to meet your gaze.

"W-What was that?" He asked, desperately attempting to fan away the flush of his cheeks. You smirked.

"I was bored," you said. "Is that not reason enough?"

To tease him like this? Certainly not.

Azul turned away from you with a huff.

"Please refrain- refrain from such... Improper behavior, in the future," he said. That was a terrible mistake.

Your grin widened, somehow.

"Oh?" You said, tilting your head in amusement. "You don't like this?"

The ticklish feeling of your hand on his side made him squirm, but not quite as much as your words.

Azul sighed. He didn't have the time not bandwidth to cower like some child at the mere sight of your smirk. You could find someone else to indulge you.

"I'm busy, dearest," he said, meeting your gaze for a moment before turning back to his paperwork.

"You suuuuure?" You asked.

Azul merely rolled his eyes.

"Yes, yes, I'm certain," he said. A pause.

"Okay, then!" You said. "I'll leave you be!"

Azul's eyes widened. You were- leaving him be? Just like that?

Well, wasn't that- Just lovely?

He felt his leg bouncing antsily as he continued his paperwork. He concentrated, yes, got some work done-

For a grand total of five minutes. Then, he turned to you with a pout.

"Huh?" You said, playing dumb. You knew what he wanted. "Did I do something, Azul?"

Azul pouted.

"Y-You're well-aware," he said, desperately attempting to retain eye contact. You laughed.

"No, no," you said. "Tell me: do you need something?"

Azul glared at you. You just laughed, entirely undeterred.

After a few seconds, he sighed. Clearly, he'd have to be honest.

"I- don't suppose a break from my work would hurt," he said, barely able to retain his composure.

A pause. Then, the feeling of your lips against his cheek.

Again? You-

"Great!" You said, giggling at the way his cheeks flushed. "Let's go, Azul!"

He huffed.

"Insolent cretin."

You just laughed.

"Love you too, Azul."

Jade Leech

"So, the spores require careful-"

Jade was cut off from his highly informational speech by the feeling of your lips against his cheek.

So that was what you wanted. How amusing.

"Hmm?" He said, tilting his head in faux-confusion. "Did you need anything?"

You laughed.

"I was bored!" You said. "And isn't this a nice way to pass the time?"

He'd said it quite a few times already, but this really was dreadfully amusing. You really didn't know what you were getting yourself into, were you?

"Really, now?" He asked. "Well then, be careful what you wish fo-"

The sensation of your lips cut him off once more. His eyes widened for a split second as he processed what you'd just done.

Curses, he'd lost his composure once more. You just stood there, flashing him an impish grin.

"You always are so adept at catching me off-guard," he said with a laugh.

You merely shot him a deadpan look.

"Your face is red, Jade." You said. "Like, really red."

Of course you'd noticed.

"Apologies," he said. "I- forgot my sunscreen, you see, and I'm an individual who tans rather easily. I truly am embarrassed at my failure to remember to care for my skin."

"Right," you said. "Totally believe you."

"Good."

"So," you said. "You won't mind if I do it again?"

Jade cursed himself. You'd called his bluff. Why hadn't he anticipated this? Really, he should've prepared himself!

"I'll take that as a 'no', then," you said, pressing yet another kiss, this time dangerously close to his lips.

W-What was that? Why exactly were you being so affectionate all of a sudden?

The fluttering sound of a phone camera instantly snapped Jade back to his senses.

"Heh, sorry," you said, not looking too apologetic. Jade grinned. You'd just gone a step too far.

"Oh?" He said, holding your hand with a smirk. "You've just collected blackmail of me?"

You gulped.

"How rude," he continued, bringing his own lips up to yours. Unlike you, he had no hesitation in going in for a proper kiss. So you were shy in your own ways. How amusing.

And as you stood there, dazed, he brought up his own phone to your face, taking a picture.

"W-Wha-?"

"Well then," he said- more cooed. "I do believe that makes us even."

[yourloveaton]

Hi! I saw all your AU art just recently and noticed you were saying we can ask you about it! (ITS SUCH AWESOME ART BTW I ADORE IT THE WAY YOU DRAW THEM IS AKAKAKKDMSMAMD!!!!)

I don’t have a specific question, but I do want to know more about it.

So can you just tell me anything about it?

Ahhh THANK YOU SO MUCH !!! I’m so happy that you liked my au art and wanna know more about it !! You have no idea how much joy that makes me feel 🥹💖

Well I can tell you some info and facts about the au, how I’m planning to develop it and all that !! It’s still fairly new and I did it out of nowhere at 3 am in the morning because I thought of my old ideas that I had years ago when undertale was on it’s prime but I was too young to bring ideas to life properly HAHAHA I hope my writing doesn’t bore you!

The au is pretty much founded on the idea of what if Sans also used to be a royal guard when he was younger? Boom. That’s where it spiralled and now I don’t know how revert back to who I was before because I ended up doodling a lot of undertale stuff along with the au, it didn’t help with the fact that my very good beloved friend kept encouraging me and feeding my inner demons of my undertale brainrot HAHAHA

I’m planning to develop the au into 2 parts: Before Undertale and after Undertale.

Before undertale is basically the events that happened before the plot of Undertale took place while after undertale is when they’re finally on the surface and the events that will happen on there! Sounds very generic and common I know, that’s why I’m going to try and develop it to be a bit different and hope that the au is not boring or developed horribly :’D It will take some time though since I know developing an au with a unique plot is gonna be very challenging, there are so many ways to mess it up and aghhh I really don’t wanna mess it up TT

Here are the main cast of the before undertale, this is a very OLD sketch that I made to figure out who’s there and how old they would be before I proceed to develop on the characters. So their heights might not be as accurate as it is in the sketch.

Also DISCLAIMER, Alphys and Undyne never met in before Undertale, so just know there’s no weird agenda going on here! They first met during Undertale plot when they’re both adults (Alphys 29, Undyne 23) so it’s all good!! I thought I needed to point that out because the age gap might seem alarming at first glance knowing they’re officially a couple 🙏 The before undertale plot begins at the age displayed on the sketch, and it ends after uhh.. 10 years? Yeah it’s ten years of events before the main undertale story starts!

I do want to portray the skele family with wholesome moments and you know, how great they are! Well that is before the downfall but we ain’t talking about that for now !! They’re just so beloved to me and I know they were such a sweet family AND WOULD HAVE VERY FUNNY MOMENTS IN WHICH I WANNA DRAW IT OUT!! So yeah, stay tuned for silly mini comics of them eheh

At first, I wanted Trickster (yes I’m calling his royal guard nickname, it’s like a whole different persona of his (alter ego???) where he’s energetic and acts very silly, whimsical, presenting puzzles and quizzes to his opponents sometimes but also can be very intimidating and prove that yeah, there’s a reason why he can be like that cuz it’s HIM) to be nothing more than a mischievous silly royal guard that wanted to keep causing trouble for Gaster but then it grew to be a bigger thing where he unintentionally became the symbol of hope and an entertainer for the whole underground before Trickster disappeared without a trace(?)

I’m still working on this whole concept so not everything is settled yet!! Well what I can also say about Trickster is that Alphys might be involved with the whole Trickster business too eheh

I’ve been practicing on drawing the characters so that I can draw better for this little au project of mine, I hope I can share my progress with you guys as things go on !!!

That’s the general stuff I’ve thought of so far, I hope you enjoy reading ! Thank you for reading and do feel free to ask whenever you have questions about the au or anything else :D✨✨✨✨

[kalashnikovlobotomy]

waiter waiter! more ideas about russias scarf limb! is it like russias true thoughts sort of thing? is that why it clings to ame like a scared animal? wheres it come from...? is it secretly a rusame homunculus?

im SO glad you asked because now i can show off just how *coughs* i am. i think he can control it at will 90% of the time (possibly canon actually?) and i think it would be really funny if sometimes it betrays his feelings, be that holding on to or smacking someone. (if i were to give a more detailed lore answer it's because i like to think more nations than just the magic trio r capable of magic, just in more varied and often more lowkey ways... for him it's this and general winter. yes the scary aura is simply genetic.)

about the canon-ness part: his scarf holding ame and china while he sleeps

and one of my favorite scenes ever, ame interrupting him and pushing his head to the side and getting scarfed. it's also the scene that inspired this ancient art... which i would loove to redraw someday aghhh

[tanghuyuj]

accident ! ⋆｡°✩

pairing: han jihoon x gn!reader

genre: fluff. sickening fluff.

synopsis: jihoon accidentally calls you and.. confesses? luckily, for him, you like him just the same!

wc: ~0.9k

maia’s note: okay so this is unexpected.. guess who’s getting into tws !! me !! and i am falling down bad for jihoon. def wasn’t expecting to release another work this year but here we are. i wrote this kinda quickly and only skimmed thru it once after writing it so i’m sorry if there are any mistakes 😓. also, there are no warnings! enjoy reading! reblogs and likes are always appreciated!!

you were spread out on your bed like a starfish, or, a sea star—as a scientist would say. staring at your room’s ceiling as if there was something so incredibly interesting about it. there wasn’t, but there was with your rapidly beating heart.

what wonderful event happened to make your heart race like this?

—

it started as a normal day. actually, you would say it was quite great. since it was the weekend, you slept in and even better, you slept in just the right amount. no messing up your sleep schedule, while still being able to feel well rested.

you got up, washed up, and did a few chores around the house. after finishing your duties and eating a hearty dinner, you got a call from your good friend, han jihoon.

except this isn’t a good friend in your eyes, and when you happened to get this call, you panicked. no really—you’re hands we’re shaking.

but this must sound so silly. isn’t he just a boy? a boy, who’s a friend. that’s all!

however, this is no regular boy to you. this is han jihoon. a boy who you have liked for years—a boy that you are most definitely, not normal around.

you took a long, deep breath. your shaking thumb pressed on the green answer button.

you jumped at the immediate shout coming from your phone before putting him on speaker.

“KYUNGMIN! what do i dooo?” he sounded frustrated. he also thought you were.. kyungmin? what?

he doesn’t stop there and continues to chatter.

“i like yn so much.. it’s only been what? a day since i’ve seen them? why do i miss them already? aghhh whyy!” he lets out a groan of irritation.

your jaw drops. genuine shock displays on your face. you forgot how long you stayed like that but it certainly was for a while.

“hellooo kyungmin?”

jihoon’s voice snaps you back into reality.

“um.. jihoon? i think you have the wrong number.”

a wave of silence passes until it gets interrupted by a sudden beep. he hung up.

you’re frozen in your place, recalling each and every word he said. could this really be? will your crush on jihoon bear gifts of love and happiness instead of a painful and confusing limerence? will you cross the finish line in celebration after a long marathon of pining and treasuring even the shortest moments you have together?

wait. you shouldn’t get ahead of yourself. nothing is even official yet so what are you thinking?

you take a seat at your desk and ponder on what action to take next. hold on.. do you even make the next move? is the ball in your court or his?

you make the decision, at least in your mind, that the ball is still in his court. he was the one who started this, shouldn’t he be the one to finish it?

you lay your phone down on the table in front of you, staring at it as if lasers were shooting out of your eyes.

after.. how long was it? around 5 minutes? the call came in.

a wide smile had been plastered on your face until you caught yourself, clearing your throat.

you slowly picked up your phone and once again, pressed the glowing, green button. you lifted the device to your ear.

that was obviously a mistake though as a loud voice spoke out of it, startling you.

“YN! hahaha.. i’m so sorry! can you like, maybe, um, forget about that? i really thought it was kyungmin, it was purely a mistake!”

you couldn’t hold back your smile anymore. “jihoon, don’t worry about it.”

he quickly drew to a conclusion after hearing your one sentence. “okay.. that’s great! we can still be friends after this, right?”

“jihoon you’re so stupid sometimes, goodness gracious,” you grinned.

there was a silence on the other end. you pictured him furrowing his eyebrows, mouth slightly open.

“i like you too. can’t you see?” you said a bit hesitantly, fingers playing with the ends of your sweater.

“wait, what? you what?”

you press your lips into a thin line. “i like you. how many times do i have to say it?”

it seems like your words have finally been processed fully through his brain as he starts chuckling. “wow.. you like me..” he said in disbelief.

“and you like me too. don’t forget that i heard your call,” you hum, “you also said that you.. what was it? missed me? didn’t we see each other just yesterday?”

he whines, “i can’t believe i accidentally called you.. i swear the contact said kyung..”

“you thought wrong,” you said teasingly, dragging out the last word.

jihoon lets out a huff before starting, “does this mean we’re dating now?”

you frown, “you never asked me out? is chivalry dead?”

he hums, “i don’t want to ask you out on call though.” a beat skips. “are you doing anything right now?”

your eyes widen, looking down at your distressed self. you’ve been home all day, not making much of an effort to clean up your appearance.

“um.. i guess not?” you said slowly.

he exclaims, “okay! i’m on my way!”

panic washes over you. “woah, woah, woah! not so fast! also.. do you even know my address?” you stammer, “actually, nevermind. let’s just meet tomorrow, in the afternoon?”

you can feel a sense of disappointment through the screen. “okay.. that’s just more time to prepare, right?” he replies.

“yeah,” you smile.

“see you tomorrow, yn,” he giggles, “or should i say future partner?”

you feel your smile stretch even wider, if that was even possible. “okay, future partner. see you tomorrow,” you laughed before hanging up.

you stand up just to flop onto your bed, body hitting the soft cushiony surface as you laid there, spread out like a sea star with a rapid beating heart.

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