#ahhhh i feel so good man. like my heart is lighter :)

[fiendishartist2]

MY TABLET CAME YAAAAAAY

[sombrashe]

content drug dealer!Troy x weed smoker!Reader, chubby! afab! gn! reader, drug mention, lots of dr♡g content, reader is a little dr♡ggie 🫶🏻, it's just weed, pubic hair, cunnilingus, blowjob

note(s) this is not at all edited, i wrote this on my phone and need to post it immediately ♡ this is for all my slutty virgins

Huffing you follow closely behind your friend. Her hand is intertwined with yours, but you still feel like you could easily lose her in the crowd. You weren't exactly sure whose party this was all you could tell was they threw ragers based off the noise level that only grew the further down the block you walked. Despite the bruised ribs from randoms elbows you made it to the front door in one piece.

"Hey Charlie!"

Ahhhh so this is Charlie. Smiling you give the blonde woman a quick nod. Your friend keeps her grip on your hand and you suddenly feel like a child whose mom just saw a friend at the grocery store. You manage to keep your patience the people in like behind you two more than annoyed enough. After a good few minutes Charlie kind of shoves your friend forward with the promise of finding her later. Making your way inside, you're surprised at how dingy the house is. From the outside it looked gorgeous with the dark masonry complimenting the lighter woodwork. You barely have time to check out the area before you're being led down a hallway and into a white tiled kitchen. Now this is what you were expecting. Granite topped counters, sparkling white tiles at your feet and sea green back splash adding a pop of color to the medicinal styled room. It was a gorgeous room and you got to take a longer look before you are led to the opposite side.

"Troy... Troy! Hey! This is my friend. Yeah, the one i was telling you about. Yeah. It's their first real party."

She punctuates her sentence with a gently shoulder bump. You have absolutely no idea who this man was. He was ridiculously hot though. You find yourself unable to look away as he conversed with your girl. Only when he takes a glance at you do you break your eye contact. Heat creeps up your neck as you slowly look at him again. Trying hard not to seem eager at getting an eyeful.

"Troy."

He extends his hand and you shake it. Awfully formal for a house party. You can't help but think theres something more to this guy. The way he held himself and how he was alone but in a deliberate way. This is the dealer I was telling you about. Your friend mutters against the shell of your ear. The music thumps in tandem with your heart as you try to give a polite smile. Theres no way this guy will want to sleep with me.

A few months ago your friend was so excited to tell you about the new drug dealer who moved in down the street. His house an immediate hub of activity. She blabbed on and on about how cute he was and how she couldn't wait to introduce you to him. You let her have her moment and listened carefully to every word she said.

"... So I told him about you and he really wants to meet you! Showed him that cute photo of you when you got your hair done last week."

You were shocked to say the least. Why the hell did she tell him about you? And why did he really want to meet you? These were both questions you verbalized and her response had heat rushing to your head.

"Oh well he normally gives discounts to pretty girls, especially the ones willing to sleep with him, but i think he's willing to make an exception for you. He said he loves your style. Thats a huge compliment coming from him."

You blink up at her and move from your lying position to sitting fully upright. Sleep with him?

"I haven't even tried his shit yet. There's no way I'm giving head to a dude with shit weed."

Your friend just hopped down beside you and bumped the contents of her Sephora bag onto your lap. Two packs of edibles, an eighth and a cart bounced onto the fat on your thighs. Taking a moment to look through everything you finished your investigation by opening the baggie and taking a wiff. Your friend sat by expectantly, waiting for your response.

"Just because it smells good doesn't mean it is."

She sighed and flopped back onto your bed.

"Then try it silly. Thats the whole point. If it's as good as Jessica says it is then you could put that mouth to good use and score us some freebies."

You mumble under your breath saying nothing of real importance. Sliding open your bedside table you removed a small red and pink speckled bowl. Alongside the bowl you pull out a hello kitty grinder and a paper plate. While your friend plucks a few bits of the bud from the baggie you open your grinder and let her place the small pieces onto the spikes. Closing the lid you twist it a few times checking once to make sure there was none stuck. Carefully, using the plate to catch and fallout, you start packing the bowl. Picking up the few little bits that fell from your fingertips you dust them on top of the packed bud. Slipping the plate and grinder back into the drawer you replace them with a plain black lighter. Clicking it on you raise the bowl to your lips and take a breath. Holding it for a moment you soon exhale a cloud of dilapidated white smoke. Smacking your lips you make a show of trying the bud. Another hit. Another exhale. And you're passing the bowl over to your girl.

"Okay so maybe I am willing to meet this new guy."

"I'll introduce you." She puffs proudly in between coughs.

He mirrors your polite smile with one of his own, a bite of something more behind his pearly whites. Squeezing your arm your friend excuses herself to go and find Charlie. You watch her go before turning back towards the tall man. God he has to be at least 6 foot. And handsome as hell. Taking a step closer you lean up hoping he takes the hint. He does and leans down so you can speak against his ear. The music much too loud for regular conversation. You introduce yourself, a manicured hand gently gripping lean muscle. You got them done especially for him. Your friend explaining he goes for the ones with longer nails, "maybe he likes being scratched." She had giggled. Her eyes bloodshot.

"How do you know Layla?"

His voice is a deep rumble coming straight from his chest as he spoke lowly. A conversation for just the two of you.

"We've been friend since middle school, met in math class. We were both in one of those higher level classes. Never got anything done though."

You give a small laugh and squeeze at his bicep making sure he feels the blunt edges of your nails gently pressing into his polo. He's so close you can feel him smile against your helix.

"Sounds like you had a lot of fun."

"I'm always having fun. I love fun."

It was corny, but it worked. His left hand leaves his side and finds its way against the small of your back. Guiding you he stays hunched over for a few more moments.

"Then I think I have something you're going to love."

Straightening he's at his full height as he walks side by side with you through the crowded living room. Red solo cups and beer bottles clink on the wooden floor as you shift through them. You catch your girls eye and give her a small wave and a oh my god he's so fine look. You see her start to make a thumbs up before you're ushered into a small room. The room was bare except for a table almost displayed in the middle of the room. He places you in front of the table and you wait patiently as he moves over to the small closet in the corner. Shifting through a few things he seems to find what he was looking for and with a smile shakes a fairly large metal box in your direction. Coming back to the opposite side of the table he spends like ten whole minutes organizing and placing different products onto the table. Your jaw drops slightly at the amount of strains he had placed in front of you. Once he's finished he opens his arms wide with an award winning smile.

"Ta Dah. I have a gun so don't try taking my shit."

You shake your head and scoff.

"Im trying to see your dick not get shot."

His grins turns wolfish as he plucks a small baggie with no label. Opening it carefully he plucks out a piece of bud and holds it up to you. You lean forward and take a quick sniff. Loud as hell. Fuck he smells good. Opening your palm you examine the piece under the lamplight. Deep orange speckles with dark green in a gorgeous cacophony of color.

"Whats the strain?"

You move the piece of bud from one hand to the other.

"Hybrid."

Rubbing your fingers together you feel just how sticky they are.

"How much?"

Another sniff

"For you? On the house tonight. How much do you want?"

You pause and raise an eyebrow. Free?

"An ounce?"

You say it more like a question. He responds by plucking the piece of bud out of your fingertips and drops it back into the baggie. Wrapping the baggie back up he pockets it before looking back into your eyes.

"Wanna see any others?"

He drums his fingers across the table. You shake your head.

"An ounce will be enough for the month. If i need more i'll be sure to come straight here. Do you have any papers? Preferably pre-rolled. I don't like getting my fingernails dirty."

You wiggle your nails at him and he actually takes your hand in his to look at them. You weren't expecting it and blushing heat fills your cheeks. He hums in agreement. He's so gentle when he releases your hand before packing up. Clutching your hand in the other you watch him meticulously put every baggie into the box. Carefully stacking them on top of one another.

"On the house. You do that for everyone who wants to give you head?"

"Only the ones I actually want it from. Youre one of the lucky ones."

He flashes you another wolfish grin before turning to hide that box away. You make a point not to watch as you wait patiently.

"My papers are in my room. You can wait down here while I grab 'em."

"Do you mind if I come with? I'm a little picky."

He makes the few steps from the closet to you. Holding out his arm he waits until you're wrapped around him. Leading you through the door he pushes past people bent over taking a bump. You straighten and stay close like the sweetest piece of candy. The stairs are tricky, people slumped over half asleep and you have to trail behind him. He keeps your finger interlocked though and you know for sure he's wrapped around your finger. At least for the night. Hopefully many nights. Hooking a right you walk into a master bedroom. It was huge with a giant plush bed resting in the corner. Is that a fucking mirror?

"You have a mirror above your bed?"

"Yeah. I find it helps my clients cum faster when they can see me fucking 'em. You mind?"

"Oh. Right. Sorry."

You turn around and listen as he rustles around seeking out his product. Was he going to make me watch? God you hoped so.

"m'good."

You turned back around and towards his bed. Laid out were a few different types of wraps. You walked over and placed a hand on his arm. Scratching at him with a pout.

"I'll take any pre rolled, i don't care. I'm in your room now. Can we move on?"

"Thank god."

He grabbed up the wraps and discarded them on top of his spotless dresser. He's cupping your face within a blink. His lips crash against yours and you taste the faintest hint of Mary on his lips. The kiss is brutal and you smush your face closer to his. Teeth nicking lips. Tongues licking lips. And all you can do is moan nice and pathetic for him.

"You're like really hot." He mutters out loud.

His hands float from your neck and jaw to your hips where he pulls you nice and close. You feel how hard he is through his jeans. Reaching down you cup him. Trying your best to rub at him through the denim. He groans and grinds into your hand. He's back to cupping your jaw and his thumbs rub at your cheeks. His lips never leave yours and you swear you weren't going to have any left if you kept this up. You decide to pull away and looked up at him. His eyes are stormy. Fuck he made you wet. You fight the urge to pull him back into a kiss. His lip has a split down the middle and you realize you have a matching one on the top lip. He doesn't wait even a moment before he's pushing your jaw up so he can mouth at your neck. Sucking in some of your flesh he chews on it before letting go. Moving down a bit he leaves wet bruises in his wake. Licking at your collarbone he chews on the fleshy bone. All the while you're undoing his belt to let the tip of his cock poke out of his briefs. Squeezing at the length of it you occasionally rub the tip of your finger against his slit. He pulls away just enough to pant at your slick skin. Bumping his forehead against your chest he replaces your hand with his. Yanking down his pants he let them pile at his ankles. You take the hint and gently pull at his hair to remove him from your chest. Sinking down to your knees you roll his briefs down his thighs and over his knees. He shrugged off his jacket in the process and his leaking cock jumps against his t shirt. Olive green darkening to an army green as his cock leaks a wet spot. You hum and take him in your palm. Taking the tip of his cock in your mouth you suck gently on it. It tastes surprisingly sweet and you hum directly against him. He groans out and cups the back of your skull. He doesn't push down and you appreciate it greatly. Letting spit fill your mouth you wait until you get a good bit. Letting it leak from behind your lips you use your palm to slick his shaft. You move fingers over veins and pull away to lap at his slit.

"You taste so good. Such a pretty dick."

His hips jerk and this time he forces your head back down onto his cock. You smile and swallow around him. Pushing yourself you swallow inch by inch until you can fully relax to take him down your throat. The patch of hair that leads from his belly button to right above his pelvis tickles the tip of your nose. So fucking pretty. As you bob your head he lets out the sweetest noises. Moans and whines fill your ears. His hips jerk every time your nose touches that patch of hair. You feel his abdomen clench as he tries his hardest to stay still. Scratching gently at his hardened abdomen his skin jumps a few times. He grabs at your wrist and keeps his grip loose as to follow your actions. Squeezing his spit soaked cock you suck at his tip a few more times.

"'m 'boutta cum."

You hum in acknowledgment and continue to jack him off into your mouth. It doesn't take long before his hips surge forward and he's filling your mouth. Salt coats your tongue and you greedily milk him dry. Swallowing every drop you pull away from him completely and wipe at your mouth with the back of your hand. He crouches down and sticks his tongue in your mouth. Making out with you for a few minutes before pulling away beaming.

"G'nna let me taste you?"

You lick at the bone of his jaw. Chewing on it before answering.

"First time i've been asked that." You give a short laugh.

He looks into your eyes suddenly serious. "Go on 'head and get on that bed."

You suck in your bottom lip. Standing you pull off your slacks. He looks at your exposed cunt. Looks back up at you. Then finished by making eye contact with your cunt again. He presses a sloppy kiss against the fat of your labia. Kicking off your jeans, socks and shoes you climb onto his bed. Stretching out you arch your back before settling down facing him. His cock is already hard again and rests against his abdomen. His shirt having been discarded during your little show. Crawling towards you he looks up at you over your belly.

"Just know, this is the first time i've eaten a client out."

Heat washes over you and causes you to clench around nothingness. Using his thumbs he spreads your folds apart. They split with a wet squish. Reaching down you gently run your fingers through his hair.

"So pretty. Bet you taste so good."

He's leaning in, his tongue out and waiting. Flattening it out he presses it against your clit with a low groan. You feel heat burn at your eyes as his tongue gently laps at your clit. It's overwhelming how good this feels.

"Wait do that again... fuck. Right there. Thank you thank you thank you."

you can't help but chant praise as he follows your lead. Only breaking it to give an experimental suck. When you react positively he follows a routine. Lick, suck, lick, suck. You say his name in warning already feeling yourself worked up enough to cum.

"Hold on. W'nt you to cum on my tongue."

He replaces his tongue with his finger and you let out an annoyed huff. Kicking your leg down you connect your heel with hid shoulder blade.

"Oh come on. I can get you there again."

He rolls his shoulders giving you a warning glare. You just roll your eyes a slump back.

"You ruin every clients ability to cum?"

"Just the one's i think deserve a little extra time."

Even though there was anger at having been kicked bouncing around his eyes he gave you a genuine flirty smile. He takes a moment and starts circling your clit with the pad of his pointer finger.

"Tell me how you want it."

His words flip your stomach as butterflies threaten to burst out of you. You give him simple instructions: "just like that." "No wait do that again." "Can you try something?" He follows every order with great precision like he was made to be in between your legs. You're so turned on you're not even thinking about much better he can make it. Saying something too soft to make out he plunges his tongue inside your dripping cunt. You let out a mewl as he flicks his tongue inside of you. No one has been so attentive like him and you start to get lightheaded. Dragging your nails gently against his scalp you egg him on with a crescendo of noise. Removing his hand from your clit he reaches up slightly and roughly tugs at your pubic hair. Your hips jerk and you let out a shout as you grind incessantly against his face. He takes turns causing you that small amount of pain before rubbing at you. You're so close now. You can feel the heat in your lowers abdomen start to smolder. So close. So close.

"Please don't stop."

He mumbles something into your cunt but it's far too mumbled to even begin to decipher. He keeps his actions strict his only focus right now was to make you cum. The way he laps at your core tells you all you need to know. Soon that heat bursts and you're gasping out a cry. Your thighs clench around his head and he gets buried in soft skin. Removing his hands from you he reaches to clutch at the fat of your lower belly. He seems to be enjoying himself just as much as you. The vibrations of his moans and sharp whines help tumble you further and further. When you're finished and calmed enough to relax your legs he gets to work pressing gentle kisses all across your pretty soaked cunt. When he leans back you're able to sit up. You immediately feel the need to lay back down when you get a look at him. His styled hair was a complete mess, sweaty strands sticking to his forehead. His lips and chin were covered in your essence, slick that he licked his lips to get. It's his eyes that cause your stomach to clench, oceans of blue darkened and pupils blown so wide you might as well of been looking into a black hole the way they sucked you in. If he wasn't gorgeous before he certainly was now. Especially with the cum stain on his shirt. He came by eating me out... i wanna fuck him so badly. He stands and offers you his hand. You slide your palm against his and he helps you onto your feet. And then holds onto you as you stumble your bones feeling like jello. He chuckles and tucks some hair behind your ear.

"Don't go falling for me now."

"Corny." You let out a snort of a laugh and he grins triumphantly.

Straightening you up he waits until you're able to stand without shaking before letting go. He leans down and yanks his brief and jeans back onto his hips. Leaving you unattended you dress yourself as he goes through a closet finding a new shirt to wear.

"You can go 'head and pick any cones you want. Here's your ounce."

He chucks off his shirt and tosses it into a pile of clothes. He removes the baggie he stashed earlier and tosses it your way. You catch it and slip it into your pocket. You were used to this part. Going through the cones you settle on some hemp ones. Pocketing those too you start to head out when he calls to you.

"This better not be the last time I see you."

"Trust me, after tonight I'm a regular."

He chuckles and pulls on the chosen top of the evening. It's the last thing you see before you're closing the door with a click.

[amessywritersmind]

Hurricane - Randall ‘Pink’ Floyd

A/N:  I’ve recently re-fallen in love with the beauty of the movie Dazed and Confused, and there’s like literally no work for it so I decided to write my own about one of my favorite characters! It’s a friends-lovers type thing sooooo.... Enjoy ;)

I exited my car and walked towards the school entrance with a little more pep in my step today. Around me, I could hear the chatter and excitement of the kids scattered across the parking lot, a few more days and school would be out. Soon, a lot of them would be seniors, including me. 

As I was walking, I saw Pickford’s bright yellow car pulling in, Pickford and Michelle inside. Thank the lord! I smiled as he sped into the parking lot, walking over to the car and leaning against the window. 

“Ahhhh, Pickford! Just the man I wanted to see on this fine morning!” I said dramatically, smiling at him. He rolled his eyes putting the car into park. 

“Hey Michelle!” I said to her as Pickford turned the car off, looking over to me. She smiled back, laughing at Kevin’s reaction to me. 

“What do ya want now (y/n)?” He said in fake annoyance. 

I nudged him gently, laughing. 

“Light me, I left my lighter at home.” I said, pulling a joint out of my pocket and placing it in between my lips, leaning closer so he could light the end. 

“M’Lady” He laughed dramatically, producing a lighter and sparking the end. 

“Thanks man, you’re the best” You said standing back up right and smiling gratefully, taking a few drags off the thing.

“Yeah yeah, you only want me for my weed and my lighters.” He fake pouted dramatically, earning another giggle from me and Michelle.

“You know you love me!” I exclaimed, reaching in the window and ruffling his hair, much to his annoyance.

“Anyways, I gotta go find some people, I’ll catch you guys later!” I called, backing away and going to find some other friends. 

I took a couple drags off the joint, making my way through the school gates and saying hi to people I knew along the way. Mid laugh (at something someone had said) I felt the joint being pulled out of my mouth. I turned quickly only to see one of my very best friends, Randall Floyd, or Pink as we all call him. I smiled at the sight of my joint hanging out of his mouth, a smirk on his lips. 

“And what do you think you’re doing Mister? I chuckled, crossing my arms and giving him a look. 

“Well, you know what they say (y/n), sharing is caring.” He said jokingly, taking a big hit off of it. 

“Heyyyy!” I exclaimed, laughing and reaching for it. 

“Don’t smoke it all! I barely got a few hits in.” I pouted as he pulled it from my reach. He laughed and threw his arm around my shoulders, pulling me in and passing the joint back to me. 

“Fine, I’ll give it back Mrs. Grouch” He said, earning a nudge in the side from me.

‘You’re lucky I love you” I grumbled out, looking at him. He laughed. keeping his arm around my shoulder and walking towards the doors to the school. 

“So I was wonderin’ if you’re free tonight? Maybe you can drop by mine later tonight? I’ve got some new records to listen to and a sixer just begging for us to drink it.’ Pink said, as if he’d really have to coax me into coming over. I laughed at his ‘puppy dog eyes’ all the same.

“What, no plans with the leech tonight?” I joked around, referring to his ever annoying girlfriend. 

“Nahh, needed a break for one night” He said dismissively, earning a laugh from me.

“Alright, It sounds like a plan! Be there at 6?” I confirmed, stopping as we heard someone call Pink’s name. He waved to them to hold on before finally removing his arm from my shoulders. 

“Sounds great! Can’t wait.” He confirmed with a smile, turning towards me and stealing the joint again, taking another hit before passing it back to me. 

“See you then.” I called to him as he walked backwards, shooting finger guns my way and nearly tripping on his own feet. I laughed at how dorky he really could be at times. 

I took the last drag before putting the joint out and walking into the building, nearly running straight into Slater.  

“Slater! My man! How’s it going?” I said to him, doing the funky little hand shake we made up a few years back. 

“Good, man! Hey! I got that stuff for you.” He said smiling like a maniac, pulling a little bag out of his pocket and handing it to me. 

“You are the best my dude!” I laughed out, putting the baggie into my bag.

“Anything for you! Hey man, I’ll check ya later!” He said, shooting me finger guns and walking away. I really was friends with a bunch of dorks.

I sighed, continuing my walk to first period, now all I had to do was survive the day.

Later that day 

The final bell rung out, everyone including me rushing to pack their stuff up and get out. As I was walking out of the building I saw Slater, Pickford, and Michelle  hanging out in the parking lot over by Pickford’s car and decided to go say hi real quick. 

“Only a few more days dudes, and then we’re seniors!’ I exclaimed as I walked up to the group. “Hey Michelle, can I bum a cig?” 

She handed me one and lighter. “Thanks.”

“It’s gonna be so weird man, we’re gonna be like so....old” Slater said slowly, laughing after he realized what he said. I laughed too. I handed the lighter back to Michelle and took a drag off the stick.

“All I know is, we’ll be the top of the food chain, and i’m gonna throw a fat party to celebrate!” Pickford laughed, lighting up a joint of his own. 

As I was about to reply, I felt a pair of arms wrap around my waist, lifting me up slightly before setting me back down. I let out a little shout, startled, holding my cigarette out to avoid burning whoever the culprit was. 

“Floyd! I swear to god I’ll kill you!” I said knowing it could be no one else.

“Oooooo, she used your last name. You’re in trouble, man!” Slater called out, laughing as Pink placed me down again and moved to my side, throwing an arm over my shoulder, as he usually did.

“Awe, look at the two love birds who won’t admit they’re lovebirds!” Pickford said mockingly, faking a gag at the end. 

“Oh shove it Pickford” Pink said dismissively, waving off the comment.

“Yeah, you wouldn’t want his toy to hear that.” I fake whispered to the group as they laughed along. I was referring to Simone and they all new it. They all new I couldn’t stand her, including Pink, and most of the group felt the same way.

“Alright alright, that’s enough of that.” Pink started, trying to keep the peace as always. 

“Look! It’s my favorite group of little stoners!” A voice called to the left, Donnie joining the small gathering, a chorus of ‘hey Don’s’ and ‘what’s up man’s’ emitting from the group. 

“Hey Don! How ya been? Haven’t seen you in a while.” I said as he reached the circle. 

“Still waiting on your call, baby.” He said winking and flicking his tongue at me. I heard Pink scoff at this from beside me, but I just laughed. Donnie was Donnie after all. 

“In your dreams man.” I replied smoothly. 

“Oh you know it sweatheart! Anyways, I’m here for you Slater. Where’s my drugs?” He called over to the stoner, who was currently passing a joint to Michelle. 

“Follow me, man.” He said with a guilty grin, him and Donnie walking away. 

“Well, as much as I love hanging out with you nerds, I gotta get goin.” I said, moving to walk towards my car. Pink hooked his fingers into the belt loops on the side of my jeans, pulling me back towards him. 

‘We still on for tonight?” He asked.

“Yes, sir!” I said feigning seriousness, fake saluting him. He laughed at this. 

“Alright then. I shall see you tonight.” He smiled, releasing his hold on the belt loops and backing up slightly.

“See you then. Later, guys!” I called over my shoulder and hopping in my car, the radio coming to life at full volume as the car roared to life. 

Today had been a fairly good day but who was I to lie, I was beyond exited for the night to come. I raced home and instantly started getting ready-showering and then getting dressed. I had a little more time to kill before I needed to head over to Pink’s so I took out the new goods from Slater and rolled a few more joints, placing 2 in the “Emergency” supply and packing the rest into my purse before slipping my shoes on and heading out. 

I eventually pulled up outside Pink’s house, only to see him and Slater talking out by Pink’s car. 

“Getting the party started without me, boys?” I smirked, making my way over to the little group.

“(y/n), man! It feels like it’s been forever since I saw you man.” Slater called, laughing almost nervously. Pink looked over at me as well, shooting me his award winning smile. 

“Slater, I literally saw you a few hours ago” I laughed, pulling him into a hug anyways. 

“My turn!” Pink exclaimed once I’d let go of Slater, holding his arms open wide with a little smile on his face. I rolled my eyes, laughing, but walking into his arms anyways, my heart skipping a beat momentarily. I just chose to ignore that bit. 

“So, what’re you doing here? Not that your company isn’t a pleasure, “ I started, looking at Slater. “but i thought it was just gonna be us tonight?” I finished, looking at Pink. 

“It is, he was just dropping off some supplies” Pink answered devilishly. 

“Yeah, don’t worry (y/n), I’m not here to steal your man time, man” He laughed out, beginning to step away.

“You wish Slater!” I said, blushing slightly. He just shook his head, beginning to walk away. The blush intensified even more when Pink put his arm around my waist, pulling me even closer. He was usually pretty touchy, but it seemed to be amped up even more tonight. 

“Thanks again, man. I’ll see you tomorrow at the Emporium?” Pink called as Slater was walking away. 

“For sure man! Have fun, but not too much fun, man!” He called back, making his way around the corner. 

Pink still hadn’t let go of me so I turned, putting a hand on his chest and laughing at his dopey facial expression. 

“Hmmmmm, seems like someone really did start the party without me” I laughed, pinching his cheek lightly, him swatting my hand away. 

“Ok maybe I smoked a tinyyyy bit, but there’s still plenty to go around” He said smirking and hooking his fingers into the front belt loops of my pants. I looked up at him, suddenly having an overwhelming urge to lean in. I snapped myself out of it though, if any of that was going to be happening tonight I’d have to be a lot more out of it than my current state.

“Well, why are we still out here then? The weed isn’t going to smoke itself!” I chuckled, breaking away from him and making my way into his house, directly to his room. 

I plopped onto his bed, leaning against the headboard as Pink followed me in, closing the door and lighting some incense to mask the smell. As soon as it was good and burning, I pulled out my freshly rolled stash, lighting it and taking a drag as Pink put one of the new records on the player.

Once it was settled, he turned towards me. 

“Hey now! Don’t be greedy” He laughed at me, launching himself on top of me on the bed, opening his mouth for me to place the joint in it. I complied with his wishes, sticking it in his mouth and leaning back with a smile on my face, his body still very much on top of mine. 

Eventually, he moved to a more comfortable position at my side. We listened to the records, back to back, giving our respective opinions on each of the albums, going through about 4 joints and 3 beers each. By the time the last song on the last of his new records rang out, we were fairly buzzed. 

“Well, that’s all of em. Now, what to do, what to do?” Pink stated, looking over to me with an idea in his eyes. 

“Have anything specific in mind?” I asked absentmindedly, more focused on the brightly colored poster on the wall. 

“I have an idea, yeah” He answered vaguely. I giggled lightly at his lack of explanation.

“Are you planning on sharing that idea with me or are you just gonna keep it locked up in that brain of yours?” I questioned teasingly, leaning forward to tap his temple lightly. He swatted my hand away with a laugh. 

“I’ll do better, I’ll show you!” He exclaimed, grabbing my hand and pulling me towards the window. I was curious now.

Before I could question his intentions further, he slid the window open and climbed out on to the roof, turning back and reaching his hand in the window, motioning for me to follow. I grabbed his hand and climbed out as well. He began walking towards the middle of the roof, my hand still clasped tightly in his own.

He sat down finally, pulling my arm along with him. I sat down quietly, leaning against his shoulder lightly. For a few long moments, there was nothing but silence. Pink stared up at the sky, lost in thought. 

“Whatcha thinking about?” I asked quietly, poking his side gently. 

“I don’t love her.” He answered immediately. 

“What?” I replied, taken aback by the question. 

“Simone. I don’t love her, I never did. In fact, we’ve been split for months, but she refuses to let me go. I don’t love her because..... well, because I love someone else” He laughed out almost incredulously, like he couldn’t believe what he was saying. Something about that statement sent a ping straight to my heart. 

“Well then, that’s ok! I’m sure this girl likes you back. Who wouldn’t? Don’t worry yourself too-” before I could finish my sentence, his lips were on mine. They moved in sync briefly before he pulled away. 

“It’s you. You are the girl I’m talking about. I think I’ve always known it’s you, I just never realized it.” He let out with no hesitation. As I processed what he was saying to me, my heart was dancing in my chest. This was not how I planned for the night to go, not that I’m complaining at all.

“I don’t think there's any question that I feel the same then?” I asked in a daze, still shocked by the events that had just transpired. Pink chuckled at this, shaking his head and wrapping an arm around me, pulling me closer. 

“No, I don’t think so. Though, I think I should double check, just to make sure.” He stated, a goofy smile finding its way onto his face. At that, he leaned down once more, placing his lips on mine once again. 

[detectiveran]

It’s been a long time since I wrote anything, practically a year and 2020 was awful and 2021 didn’t start off well either because of a relative’s death. But anyway, I hope you guys like what I’ve written.

If you wanna support me, I would be highly grateful. My paypal is: paypal.me/filterish

It was truly horrible that Ran was dealt such a awful card in her life. An alcoholic father, a workaholic mother and an innate disposition of wanting to please people whom she loved.

She could have lived with the first two cards but it was the third one that made her life difficult. Wanting to do the best she could at academics so she could get praised by her absent parents, wanting to have friends so that she could answer her mother’s questions about her friendships with conviction, wanting to work so that she could take care of the monetary burdens... wants, wants, wants.

To be honest, all she wanted was peace. To not be involved in her separated yet together parents’ tumultuous relationship. Sometimes thinking about her family made her chest hurt and throat tickle. She loved her mother and she loved her father. But she didn’t love them together. And when she came to realize that at the age of twenty, she finally let go.

She had worried and schemed to get her parents back together practically her whole life but now, she knew that if they didn’t want to be together, all her efforts would be in vain. So, at the age of twenty, with a heavy heart, she decided to let her family go. She stopped calling her mother to fix a date with her father, she stopped pestering her father about giving a fuck about her mother. And then came the realization that she was lonely. So lonely that her heart ached.

She hadn’t managed to make friends, life long friends people would go on about, because she was focused on bettering herself so that her parents would praise her. On the flip side, she had gotten into one of the best universities in Tokyo and was studying her desired subject about Medicine. Most days she could live with the pay off. Having a stable career would help in surviving alone a lot.

People in her class would invite her to hang out and she would say yes, just to sit there and observe them. For some reason, the buzzing chatter of her classmates soothed her a lot. They would gossip or discuss about classes or professors and Ran would sit there with a slight smile on her face and her heart feeling lighter. She craved companionship. 

With that thought in her mind, she decided to open up with her college classmates. She knew the names of the people in her class, thankfully and so, with a cheery smile she used to plaster on at her high school, she slid into the conversation about the college’s professors.

“... And Tsukiyama-sensei gives us so maaaany diagrams to draw,” Hayami-san was whining, “I have a part time job to do and then that teacher’s homework... I don’t get the time to unwind at all.” 

“He does push us a lot,” Ran said and noticed the sort of surprised looks of her three classmates, though they quickly covered it up. 

“You find it hard too, huh, Ran-san?” Sonoko-san said, “With your grades, I thought it would be easy for you to catch up.” 

Ran quickly grabbed the opportunity to continue the conversation, thankful that the atmosphere didn’t turn awkward at her sudden interruption, “Ah, well, I don’t actually have a lot to do, you know? Mostly studies and a part time job as an assistant at a detective agency.”

“Detective agency?!” The three of them exclaimed and faced Ran fully.

Her smile grew sheepish as she said, “Ahhhh, but, nothing interesting happens when I’m there. Usually, I just have to compile all the data and file them.” 

“But, still! You must have found something interesting there!” Aoko-san said, with her eyes shining with excitement, “A case? Or a person? Have you ever helped the detective, Ran-san?” 

Ran shook her head no, “I’m not allowed to work on the cases, Aoko-san. As a matter of fact, I’ve not even seen the detective yet, I usually work in the evening, after my classes are done.”

Hearing that, the three of them looked concerned and Hayami-san spoke, “Ran-san, are you sure that’s safe? I mean,” she shared a look full of concern with Sonoko-san and Aoko-san, “you have never seen whom you work with, right? What if it’s some super shady guy?” 

Ran chuckled a bit and said, “It’s okay, Hayami-san. I’m trained in karate. Plus, the agency I work at is super reputed. It’s just that the guy whom I’m assigned to is very, very busy and even other employees have said that it’s rare to see him in the office. He works at very odd hours.” 

That did nothing to alleviate their concern and Ran felt a bit touched. This was the first time she was having a proper conversation with them and the four of them were practically strangers yet Hayami-san, Sonoko-san and Aoko-san were so concerned about her well being. 

Aoko-san was apprehensive and she murmured, “If you say so, Ran-san,” and then in a more chipper tone asked, “Which agency do you work at?”

“Kudo Detective Agency.” Ran replied.

Hearing that, the three of them were even more animated in their response, “THE Kudo Detective Agency?” Aoko-san gasped in disbelief. 

“Wait, the famous ex-policeman one?!” Sonoko-san exclaimed.

“The one that has this hot, handsome guy working there?” Hayami-san said.

All of them turned to look at Hayami-san and she shrugged sheepishly, “What? Everybody knows that there is this rumored handsome guy who works there and is seen like once in every millennia,” she said sarcastically.

Sonoko-san swatted her friend and Aoko-san clicked her tongue, waving her comment away and turned her attention back to Ran, “You really work at Kudo Detective Agency, Ran-san? Oh, wow. It houses the best of the best detectives.” 

Sonoko-san nodded and said, “Damn, you must have impressed the Kudo husband and wife duo a lot. Seeing that they have such a strict policy and criteria to employ people.”

And with that, the three of them were off chattering about the elusive Kudos. Ran chipped in whenever she could but mostly listened while they were talking. She didn’t have the heart to tell them that only reason she works there is to spite her father in an act of rebellion. 

The Kudous were not the reason her father was a piss poor detective but she had spent her teenagers listening to him whine about how Kudo Yuusaku was responsible for the lack of cases in Mouri Detective Agency. And at that time, Ran did what she could to help him, guide her high school classmates in need, put up posters, advertise in newspapers... she did what she could but her father was too prideful to take small cases and too incompetent to work properly on big ones. And by then, the ex-policeman Yuusaku and ex-actress-turned-housewife had established a proper detective agency housing some of the brightest, youngest detectives. 

When she cut ties with her family, she decided to do what she wanted. And so, she offered her services to the Kudous. She knew she could be an excellent assistant and she proved herself by working for a week under Yuusaku Kudo herself. From organization to appointments to little treats or snacks for the clients... she did what she could have been doing for her father. 

And by the time the week had ended, she was employed with a good salary. She thought that working there would hinder her Medicine study course but the detective whom she was assigned to had a set of orders ready when she entered his office. 

She was surprised at first because no one was there to greet her on her first day, just a piece of paper telling her not to come during day time and that her work was to organize the papers that were kept on the table. Sure, there were scribbled notes scattered everywhere on the table but a quick glance clued her in that those were case notes. Case notes of multiple cases, to be exact. 

She found it extremely odd that the detective whom she was supposed to assist had never shown himself. All she knew was that his name was Kudou Shinichi, Kudou Yuusaku and Yukiko’s son, and was an excellent detective. He had grown up in the States and had come back at the age of twenty with plethora of experience under his belt. 

Ran chalked up never seeing him to some weird quirk of his. Truthfully, she liked working there. The Kudou couple treated her kindly, the assistants of other detectives were warm and welcoming, even the other detectives greeted her and indulged in small talk. The work wasn’t difficult, the pay was excellent, the timing fit her college schedule perfectly; everything was great except for never having seen her superior’s face.

Ran sighed as she brought herself back to present. Aoko-san was talking about the lab work they had just finished and Ran smiled lightly. Having friends like them would be nice, she thought. And swore to herself that she would make the effort to know them better. 

That day, she felt very calm as she entered her office. The Kudo Shinichi plaque at the door greeted her and she opened it, mentally gearing herself up for the stack of papers that was bound to be there, only to be greeted by a man, who was shuffling through them. 

“Umm... hello?” Ran asked hesitantly, not wanting to jump to conclusions about who this man was.

The man faced her and smiled a bright smile, which left Ran disarmed. “Hello, you must be Mouri Ran-san?” he asked.

Ran felt a little discombobulated, she hadn’t anticipated someone being inside the office. “Uhh... yes, I am. And you are...?” she didn’t want to presume who he was but she had a little inkling of whom he could be.

“Ah, sorry for introducing myself late,” and he walked up to her and held his hand up for a greeting, “My name is Kudou Shinichi... and ahh, I’m supposed to be working here,” he said in a playful tone with a smirk that showed a dimple on his left cheek.

The only thought that crossed her mind at that moment was what Hayami-san had said a few hours before. He really was a gorgeous man. 

[with-love-anu]

Consequences

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader Summary: You help Fred and George escape from Flitch and soon become friends with one and fall for the other Warnings: swearing Word Count: 1,655

You were going through the corridor when you bumped into someone, specifically the Weasley twins. Their eyes widened as one of them grabbed your hand and made you follow them.

“Hey!!! What the hell do you want?” You whisper yelled, scared that Flich would catch out after-hours. Afterall trouble followed the two identical redheads.

“Shhhhh… Mrs. Norris is following us!”

“What?!? Why are you taking me with you then?” You asked incredulously. They turned and hid behind a small opening, taking you with then. You were already huffing. To think you wanted a cup of hot cocoa to soothe yourself.

“Meowww” the cat’s voice came from nearby.

“Shit.” Fred mumbled under his breath.

“Shushhh” you motioned towards the twins taking out the red laser light, you always kept to yourself. Positioning it through the opening, you pointed it at the ground near the cat.

Mrs. Norris’s eyes quirked as it kneeled down, facing the red dot with excitement. As soon as it jumped towards it you moved the light farther away. The cat jumped, slided, ran, getting more and more impatient to catch the mysterious red dot; not even noticing the quiet snorts of Fred and George.

“Okay, when I say now, quietly move to the 3rd corridor.” you whispered, moving your laser to the far opposite end. 

“Now!” you said, turning the laser off and exiting quickly. 

You all huffed as you reached the familiar staircase, sure that Mrs. Norris would not follow you here. 

“That was wicked!” one of the twins said watching the laser in your hand.

“What is that thing?” asked the other one.

“Oh, this? This is a red laser. Apparently cats go crazy for it.” You handed him the laser to see.

“Bloody brilliant!” they both said together, making you let out a laugh.

“Who knew, (Y/n) would be up to some mischief?” Fred said, raising an eyebrow.

“Well, just because you are not caught, doesn’t mean you lead a boring life.” you said winking at them and turning to leave for your dorm.

Unknownst to you, you had left Fred in awe. How did he not notice you before? Well, he did now.

***

You made your way to the history of magic class, yawning. How did you get sleepy, just thinking about it? You slid into your usual seat, taking out a notebook even though you knew, you weren’t gonna write anything that day. 

“Morning (Y/n)” you heard someone as they slid beside you. You turned to see none other than Fred Weasley. You raised your eyebrows to ask what he was doing there.

“You up for some mischief?” he asked.

“Nooo” you said, shaking your head. The twins meant trouble.

“Oh come on, you’ll be a valuable addition.”

“I rather not.” you said quietly as you saw the grumpy Professor Binns come in.

“Okay, then go on a date with me.”

“What?” you said whipping your head towards him, widening your eyes.

“Well, we could go to honeydukes, Zonko’s, Madam Rosemeta’s for butterbeers later?” Fred said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“And what makes you think I would say yes?” you said smirking.

“Well, I am funny and hot; so that ticks two of the desirable traits. Plus I can show you a good time.” Fred said, wiggling his eyebrows.

He was cute, you could see that. And you knew the things he said were true. But, you decided to toy with him a little. You glanced at the professor, seeing he had no idea that you two were talking.

“I don’t know, is that enough?” you asked cocking an eyebrow, keeping a poker face on.

Fred’s mouth dropped before he composed himself. He smirked.

“Okay, then you tell me, what would you like?”

You grinned. You acted as though you were thinking hard.

“Well, I definitely want someone I am comfortable with, you know, know a little bit before thinking about each other romantically.” you said air quoting ‘romantically’.

“Ahhhh” he said, “I could do that!”

“How are you sure of yourself? What if I don’t like the little bit?” 

“Who cannot like this?” he said gesturing to himself. “And besides I am a complete sweetheart.” Fred made love eyes almost making you melt. Almost.

“Well, we’ll see.” you said rolling your eyes.

***

After that Fred seemed to be everywhere. He would sit beside you in classes, study with you. You found out he was actually very intelligent and sharp. He just didn’t give academics much thought. You were never not smiling when you were near him and he constantly flirted with you. You did keep a poker face but sometimes he complimented you so genuinely that it became hard not to blush. It was only time before you started hanging out with George too. The three of you would be seen laughing your asses off at some corner of the common room, because it was ;in fact; fun to be with them.

You started noticing little differences between them. How Fred’s eyes were lighter in shade and sharper than George’s, whose eyes were rounder. How Fred was louder and more emotion-driven. Fred was making it very difficult not to fall in love with him. It was impossible to keep up the nonchalant exterior when in fact you wanted to kiss the hell out of him. He would put his arm around you casually at times, and you couldn't help but smile. You wanted it there. You liked it.

As for Fred, he was whipped. He was falling hard and fast for you. You were funny, witty and not to mention breathtakingly beautiful. You were driving him crazy. There were times you would flirt back and act as if nothing happened, while his heart thumped so hard, he thought it would burst. Over the top of everything, you cared for him. And it showed. You had panicked when he had broken his leg during a quidditch mishap. He had fainted and had a bad concussion. When he woke up in the middle of the night in the infirmary, you were there beside him. You had cried in his arms as he reassured you, he was okay. He knew it was wrong, but your sadness had filled his heart with warmth. He loved you. And no matter how much you denied it, he knew you loved him too.

***

You woke up with a grunt. Your nose was stuffed and you felt like you were burning. You went into the washroom cleaning yourself up. You sneezed on coming out. You shivered, feeling very cold suddenly. You piled yourself with clothes, moving towards the great hall for breakfast. You filled your cup with some hot tea, not feeling like eating anything else. 

“(Y/n), Are you okay?” Fred asked.

“Just a little fever.” you said not having the strength to smile. 

“Come here,” Fred said as he placed a hand on your forehead.

“You’re burning! Come-on you are not attending any classes today!” 

“Noo” you tried to protest, but Fred had already wrapped an arm around your waist, making you stand up and leaving for your room.

“We’re gonna need soup!” Fred called out and you heard a faint “on it” from George before the two of you had exited the hall.

Fred laid you on your bed and covered you up with blankets. There was a knock on the door and Fred got up and brought back soup with him.

You ate some and felt suddenly very full.

“I’m not hungry,” You said, handing the bowl back to him.

“You need it, even if you don't feel so.” he said, making you pout.

“Come on, I’ll feed you while telling you something about my childhood” 

Fred started feeding you as he launched into a story of irritating his mother. Even though you had a headache, Fred’s voice felt soothing. You felt calm just listening to him talk and before you knew it, the soup was gone. Fred gave you a pepper up potion and you drank it unwillingly. He made you go under the covers again and he caressed your hair until you fell asleep.

***

It was nearing Christmas and the school was decorated beautifully. Mistletoes, trees, bells everything looked like it was out of a fairy tale. Fred was chasing you for the last chocolate frog when you both froze. You looked up to see a mistletoe hanging over your heads. Fred noticed it too and you gulped. Fred took this as you being uncomfortable.

“I know a spell to undo this, just wait.” he said reassuringly as you felt a rush of affection for this man. Never mind the chasing he did for months, he wanted you to be comfortable first.

As you felt the spell weaken around you, you grabbed his shirt, pressing your lips firmly against his. He was surprised at first, but quickly responded back grabbing your waist pulling you closer. Your hands were in his locks, tugging at them gently, making him moan. As you pulled back breathless, you looked at Fred’s eyes sparkling brightly.

“Well, it’s tradition,” you said as you turned and started to walk away. Fred grabbed you, pulling you back to him.

“Nuh-uh, you wanted to kiss me and you did it. It has consequences”

“Really? And what would those be?” You asked, smirking.

“Well, for starters you need to admit that you want to be my girlfriend.” He said bumping his nose to yours.

You sighed. 

“Well I guess I would have to suffer the consequences, huh? Fine, I’ll be your girlfriend.”

“Noooo, say you want to be my girlfriend”

You pouted and Fred rolled his eyes. He turned to leave and you stopped him quickly.

“Fred, I really, really want to be your girlfriend. Allow me?” you said in a small voice.

Fred pulled in and kissed you again.

“I did a long time ago.” He whispered.

A/N: Guys I hate asking this, but I would love some feedback on this one as this is this is the first time I am writing about Fred. And some reblogs would be nice as most of my blog is about Sirius Black. Thank you!

[code-otome-game]

Completed otome games, my thoughts, along with my fav characters (last updated: August 22nd 2021)

1. Code Realize - August 2021

Saint-Germain instantly caught my eye, along with Lupin ofc. I was curious about Impey but my friend who lent me her collection of otome games said he was shit. Code Realize was my reintroduction to otome games, and plummeted me into otome hell once more. As soon as I saw Herlock Sholmes, I wanted him as a route, and loved his Future Blessings route.

Saint Germain was my absolute favourite, and his route hurt me in all the right ways. His VA was amazing at conveying the emotion behind certain scenes.

2. Café Enchanté - August 2021

After completing Code Realize, I felt a little lost and didn't know what game to play next. I figured after the pain of some of the stuff in Code Realize, I'd go for something I thought would be a little more fun and a little lighter. Cafe Enchante was next on my list. I was instantly drawn to Misyr and Il, with Il being my first route. I absolutely loved Il, and was traumatized from having my fav boy be the one who was hurt the most again. Although, Misyr is definitely a top contender for most hurt fav as well...

3. Piofiore - August 2021

I continued on with Piofiore right after Cafe Enchante, and instantly knew I was interested in Dante and Yang. I went with Dante first, and was absolutely enamored by him. I was absolutely heartbroken to find out that I didn't get his best ending at first, and contemplated not playing the game for a while. But I decided against it and carried on, using a guide this time. I didn't think anyone else would surpass him in my mind, but boy was I wrong. I quickly fell in love with Yang once I started his route, and his route was the first to make me feel butterflies again in years since I played my last otome game.

However, after playing through all the routes and getting to the finale, I absolutely fell in love with Henri, and I'm honestly shocked that Nicola has left such an impression on me considering I didn't think much of him right after his route. Now it's hard *not* to think about him. But overall, I love all the men pretty equally. I'm super excited for 1926.

4. Collar x Malice - August 2021

I was definitely curious about this one and was tempted to start it multiple times when choosing which game to play next, however I put it off because I didn't like the protagonist being a cop.

The characters are honestly all super loveable, and I think I love them all a bit more equally then I do the Piofiore guys. I was surprised Saeki wasn't a route, until while I was playing Kei or Shiraishi's route when my friend spoiled he was Adonis' leader.

I fell in love with all the characters quite gradually through their stories, with the exception of Shiraishi. I knew he'd be the one I was the most curious and interested in. I was so excited when I finally unlocked his route, and I absolutely loved every single bit of the early half of it. His comments and interactions were hilarious, he was adorable *and* hot.... and he loves cats. What the hell more could I want from a guy? He makes me want to introduce him to my own cats and also makes me want to do mundane and sweet things with him just because he's so sweet and I love him.

I was absolutely heartbroken at his "best" ending, and thinking about his tragic ending hurts my heart. I legitimately only want the best for this man- I only want him to be happy and healthy and not confined to some stupid prison or Adonis...

It also feels strange, but I think I love him best *before* he got a little soft with the protagonist? His quick retorts and harsh comments were hilarious and I loved that so much about him, so I was a bit sad when he grew a bit soft later on.

At the time of writing these past 4 entries, CxM is the latest game I've played, so Shiraishi's story is still super fresh in my mind. I was as obsessed with most of the other men mentioned above as I am with him right now. I'm sure the following entries will contain more love-ramblings like this as I complete more games and add them to the list.

5. Amnesia: Memories - August/September 2021

Toma! Toma! Toma!!!

My first experience with ✨ the cage ✨. I went with Ikki at first, got his normal ending (thaT SHIT WAS SO SAD WTF ;-;) and then went back with a walkthrough for his good ending. But... his route was kinda underwhelming tbh. I liked it as I played it, but looking back now... it really was quite underwhelming. So was Shin's route, who I played after Toma. I was interested in who the culprit was, and was shocked with the reveal tbh. Buuut after playing Toma's route... it was understandable. Although I really wish that Shin's route had more affection in it... it felt more like a mystery with a little bit of romance rather then an otome game.

I played Toma's route after Ikki's, and omfg... Toma was truly an unexpected fav. Hated his good ending tho, idfk why you would be ok with just returning to normal after all of that... but whatever. I would willingly go in that cage I s2g. I LOVED his eyes too! When he gets dark and super possessive, those eyes are just... UGH. Yes please. ❤

I skipped the entirety of Kent's route because I really just don't give a fuck about him. Hes absolutely not my type. I felt bad skipping it, but... in the end I don't really care.

Ukyo was also an unexpected fav- I wad super curious about his route and suspected that all of the "interesting" and bad stuff that I had heard about would happen during his route buuuut... nope. Nothing of the sort. He was so damn sweet, but I will say that uh... insane side of him is kinda hot too. 👀 but omg, the fact that he's a photographer AND so damn dedicated to you and sweet is just... ugh. My heart. Ukyo and Toma definitely became my favs for this game, and I think this is the first time where my first route didn't end up being one of my favourites.

I love how sharp Toma is as well! That he knows so much about you and can easily find out things and such... but also- I really like how dedicated and caring Ukyo is. He's so protective and adorable! I really did feel bad for him during his route. I haven't gotten his normal ending yet, but the title of it is so fucking sad and I don't know if I even wanna go for it.

"Do you know Ukyo?"

6. Bustafellows - September 2021

Honestly, when I started playing Bustafellows I didnt expect to like many characters, if any at all. None of them were particularly appealing to me, at least visually... however, as I played the game, I was drawn to Shu and Mozu, as I found Shu to be the most attractive one of the bunch, and Mozu was interesting to me as a coroner. However, the first character I ended up with was... Crow. I was honestly a little surprised, but didn't care too much. I didn't know who I wanted to go with first, and honestly, as the common route progressed... I found myself liking Crow more.

Crow was the one I liked the least out of everyone, at least visually at first. I really didn't like his hair lmao. But as I read the common route, he really grew on me, and I couldn't help but be sweet to him, so ofc I ended up with his route first... and god, I really love him. He's so stupid and adorable. Like seriously.

I went with whoever the game would give me after Crow, and it gave me Helvetica. With Crow, I really loved his character, but didn't care much for his story. It was the opposite for Helvetica. I enjoyed his story a ton, but not his character. I then carried on with Shu, who I loved entirely. Both his character and story was really really good, and his bad ending... phew. Damn dude.

Mozu came after, and I honestly have mixed feelings about his route. I feel like there really needed to be more romance between him and the MC, but the end of his route where he finds his sister is.... oof. I literally went "thats rough buddy" in my head lmao. I felt so bad for him.

I liked Limbo a lot more then I thought I would as well! He was super adorable and sweet, and the story was pretty good too, so I really enjoyed his route. But overall, I believe Shu and Crow are my favs this time around. I can't believe I didn't like Mozu as much as I thought I would! But I feel like I would have liked him a shitton more if there was more to his route then there was.... smh.

Nightshade - September 2021

I almost immediately jumped right into Nightshade, although with doubts of enjoying it in my mind, as I wasnt in the mood for a historical japan setting. However! I loved the characters, and the story! By the end of it, I was thoroughly angry with the antagonists for hurting my BOYS like that...

The first one I went for was Kuroyuki, who I LOVED. I felt a little bit confused throughout his route, but I still quite enjoyed it. A sweet yandere. Babey boy. I love him.

Next was Chojiro, and oooohhhhh boy.... yeah. That was a little rough. BUT I feel like the story was very well suited for him!!! After that I went with Goemon, who was SO SWEET. For a moment, the "plot twist" had me, but then I realized there was no way he was wasn't trying to trick his old clan/the council.

Hanzo was second last, and definitely an unexpected fav! I didnt find him very attractive at first, but seeing him more and more throughout the routes had him growing on me. And I LOVED him! But... I don't like Ieyasu's treatment towards the end of the route; ordering Hanzo to kill the MC after making us thoroughly believe he was a kind man in every other route.... sigh. But I'm happy that he was able to take just the MC's sash instead of her head. I do like that he also told Hanzo to "go get a wife and come back" hehe.

GOD that scene in the cave with Hanzo where youre both naked... YES. And his hair when its wet!!! Hes so adorable AND hot at the same time???? I love Hanzo. Tbh, I love all of them.

Gekka was the last one I did, but I wish I reversed Hanzo/Gekka's positions. Cause I really, *really* didnt like ending on such a sad ending.... dear god. I really thought I got the bad end or something for a hot minute there. Then Gekka comes in! Ahhhh, honestly I didn't like him much at all at first which is why I saved him for last, but his route.... FUCK man. His route was heart wrenching. And he's so damn sweet. I still don't understand how/why he doesn't try to kill the MC in the other routes after the "protection" "curse" is lifted but whatever. Still, the ending... dear god. And all of their graves being dug up... the box of everyone's hair... jesus christ that was morbid. Even that made me mad. I didnt care much for the blonde haired kid who died first, but everyone else after that had such a good part to the story...but I wonder why Kuroyuki lived in every route?

Either way, Nightshade was a lot better then I thought it would be! I loved it!!! I honestly might go back soon and replay Kuroyuki's route now that I know whats going on and I know the characters.... also wanna replay Hanzo's route! Babey ❤

[fandomsonrequests]

gummy bears and jellybeans

fandom: ATEEZ

characters: choi jongho; ATEEZ

reader: gender neutral

word count: 2.4k+

summary: Your friendship with the youngest was different though. It was more… intimate. You two told secrets no one else in the group knew and shared moments that were meant for just the both of you. It was nice, and honestly, you were scared.

a/n:  Ahhhh another songfic! This idea has been stuck in my head for a while. i’m sorry if its not so good ;^; its unedited so I apologize for any spelling errors

Based off on the songs: Waiting for You - The Aces; Teenage Blue - Dreamgirl; Prom - SZA

You scroll through the feed of your phone as you look over the various photos of your friends at the special night- specifically senior prom night.

You chuckle at your friends’ posts, seeing them pose in silly ways and “rip up the dancefloor” with their wild dancing. You were currently curled up on the lounge chair by the small pool in your backyard, the bonfire pit lit and keeping you warm in the chilly night. You tucked your legs into yourself and settle your chin onto your knees, sighing as you watch the surface of the pool water ripple in the night breeze.

There were two reasons you weren’t at prom: one- you were never really the type of person to join these kinds of social settings. You weren’t so fond of crowds. The second reason- no one asked you. It kind of bummed you out that no one really thought of you as worth their time. So to save you from any embarrassment, you decided not to go.

Besides, you didn’t go prom shopping so you had nothing to wear. You pick at the fluffy lint of the bear onesie your friend gave you. A small smile makes its way to your lips as you remember the person who gifted it to you.

Jongho and you have been friends since fourth school, ever since you moved into his town. Being friends with him meant that you were roped into his shenanigans along with his other friends. They were an energetic bunch and sometimes they drained all adrenaline from you but you’d always end up happy. Tired but happy.

Your friendship with the youngest was different though. It was more… intimate. You two told secrets no one else in the group knew and shared moments that were meant for just the both of you. It was nice, and honestly, you were scared.

You may or may not have caught feelings for the brunet. (You asked him why he dyed his hair back to brown from a bright red but he just replied with a nonchalant “because I can”). And you were afraid that it could mess up so many things between you. You didn’t want to lose what you had with him and if it meant having to be content with just his friendship- you’d take it.

You were pulled out of your thoughts when your mother called out to you. “_____,” She sang. “There’s a special guest for you~”

“Who?” You ask and sit up, turning to see no one other than your best friend. “Jongho?? What are you doing here? I thought you were at prom?”

The young man smiled one of his rare but soft smiles- one that he reserves just for you- and looked away bashfully. He looked absolutely breathtaking in his dark crisp suit, a white turtleneck under his jacket. The whole look was topped off with some dress shoes and the special pendant you got for him last Christmas. It was a metal caricature of iced coffee since the man would drink that day in and day out.

“Ahh, I was. I just wanted to check up on you, jellybean.” He replies after thanking your mother who slipped away to give you two some privacy.

He looked you over and smirked, hands in his pockets. “You actually wear that?”

You looked down at yourself and pouted, an embarrassed flush on your cheeks. “Yes? You gave it to me of course I’m gonna wear it. You’re wearing the pendant I gave you, gummy bear.”

“Touche.”

You scoot over on the lounge chair to give him some space, both your legs were extended over the side of the plastic chair. A comfortable silence washes over the two of you and you lean your head against his shoulder. Jongho automatically wraps an arm around your shoulder and pulls you closer to him, his head leaning on yours.

You two sit there like that for a while. Only the sounds of the gentle breeze tickling your nose or the cicadas calling to each other were heard. That was until you spoke up. “...am I not worth spending time with, Jongho?”

He pulls away at the sudden question- looking at you as if you committed the most heinous crime on earth. “Where is this coming from? Of course not, _____. Being with you is worth every millisecond.”

You pick at your fingers and look down at your hands, saying nothing. Jongho’s brows furrow together in concern. You usually didn’t bother too much with how others perceive you but something must be bothering you this much for you to think this way. His warmer and much larger hands take yours, thumbs running over your skin.

“Does this have anything to do with prom?” He whispers over to you. He sighs when you shake your head.

It hurt to see you so down in the dumps. The dynamic between the two of you was that he was the more chill one while you were the more enthusiastic one. So seeing you so lethargic tore at his heartstrings. He wanted you to be happy, he wanted to keep you smiling. Whenever you do he sees your eyes light up and see the world with wonder and excitement. It always lightened his mood whenever he sees you like that- its almost as if the world’s problems don’t exist whenever he’s with you.

He got up abruptly and pulled out his phone. You look up at him, confused at his sudden actions. “What are you doing?” You ask him and receive no response.

Jongho scrolls through his phone and clicks something. A few seconds later, a soft melody plays through the night air. He sets down the phone one a nearby table and holds out his hand to you. “Come on, get up.”

You look at him, still confused, but get up nonetheless. He laces your fingers with his and pulls you flush to his body. A furious blush covers your cheeks at the proximity between you two. Sure, you two had moments where you were up in each other’s faces but this time it was different. It felt more personal, more intimate.

His free arm snaked around your waist, successfully securing you to him. He started swaying you from side to side along with the melody, looking down at you with the softest of gazes. You were practically speechless at what was happening, your mind still trying to wrap around what was happening.

“Dude, what are you doing?” You chuckle nervously but let him guide you.

“I’m dancing with you, dummy.” He teases you. “Now hush. Just enjoy this moment.”

You couldn’t help but huff in amusement at that, shaking your head at his antics. Eventually, your frown melts into the tiniest of grins as you let the moment engulf you two. Despite the soft and tender moment happening on the outside, your insides felt different. Your heart was beating rapidly against your ribcage and your stomach was doing somersaults. This was it- this was the moment that solidified your thoughts on your best friend.

This was the moment you realized that you were so head over heels in love with Choi Jongho.

You tried not to think much of his actions- after all maybe to him it was just some platonic dancing and nothing more. Worry started to eat away at you again, causing you to hang your head and watch your feet. Jongho on the other hand wasn’t having it. He knew something was bothering you and he wanted to help clear it up for you.

He gently cupped your chin and tilted your head up to look at him. “What’s on your mind, jellybean?”

You blank at his question. You didn’t think you’d have to tell him how you felt right now- you weren’t ready. Not yet.

You could feel your throat close up with the pressure of telling him the truth. Your lips move like a fish gasping for air but no words come out- well, none the way you want it to. “I-” You stammer. The sting of unwanted tears glazes your eyes. You feel your chest tighten as pressure overwhelms you, weighing you down by the shoulders and crushing you to the ground.

“Hey, hey,” Jongho whispers to you, pulling you in a comforting embrace. He reached up to stroke the back of your head. He could feel how your hands desperately clutched at the fabric of his dress jacket, your warm tears soaking through it as they drop to his shoulder.

“It’s okay, _____,” He mumbles into your hair. “You don’t have to tell me if you’re not comfortable… But I have something I want to tell you.”

He gently peels away from you, cupping your cheeks in his warm palms, thumbs brushing over the apples of your cheeks. The way he looks at you makes your emotions stir with confusion. His gaze held so much love for you. It was tender and held so much emotion- so many things he wanted to say that were just about ready to tip over and spill out for you.

“_____,” He starts out softly as he brushes away your tears. “We’ve been friends for a long, long time. And honestly, I’m glad that you decided to give me a chance to be your friend despite accidentally smacking your face during recess.”

You both laughed at that, with you hiccuping through your tears. Nevertheless, Jongho’s speech never wavered and he continued for you.

“I’ve always wanted to talk to you the minute you moved into the neighborhood but I just didn’t know how. So imagine the horror I felt when I accidentally hit you. But despite that you still brushed it off and befriended me.

“Since then you’ve been a stable constant in my life. You helped me out of my shell and see things on a lighter note. You’ve been to every game I’m in, cheering me on whether I’m on the bench or not. You helped me discover my passion of singing and helped me pursue it. Let’s not forget every time you’ve caught every bug and saved me from it despite you showing it to me-”

“To be fair, gummy bear, they’re just harmless bugs.” You giggle to which he pouts at.

“They’re still insects. They’re monsters in tiny disguise; harmless my ass...” Jongho argues, successfully drawing a laugh from you. The corner of his lips twitch upward at the sound but he continues.

“Anyway moving on- my point is: having you in my life has changed it for the better. I don’t think I’d be the same person as I am today without you if you weren’t here for me. And over years- I’ve realized something that I should’ve done so earlier…”

Jongho tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear, his hand resting on your cheek afterward. You could only look up to him in wonder- eyes searching his for what he was trying to say.

He took a deep breath and decided to throw all caution to the wind. It was now or never-. Whatever the outcome was- he was going to accept it. He lets out a shaky sigh and holds your gaze firmly, eyes sparkling with a sense of vulnerability.

“_____, I think I’m in love with you.”

Your eyes widen at his words. Was this real? Were you hallucinating? Did he actually just tell you the words you’ve been dying to hear?

“You- I- what?”

“I said I love you.” The brunet replied, desperation seeping into his voice. “I’ve always had. You’re always on my mind when I wake up in the morning and wave to you through the window and before I go to sleep after begging you to quit staying up for your studies.”

You take a few moments to process his words before a grin makes its way to your face. And before you knew it you were throwing your arms around him, catching him by surprise. He responds almost immediately after, hugging you to him as you laughed into his shoulder.

All your worries melted away so suddenly and the weight was finally lifted off your shoulders. “You had me worried there for a second,” You tell him as you pull your head away to look at him. “Because I feel the same way.”

“Is that why you were so nervous earlier?”

You only nod in response to his question, leaning your forehead against his. The music from his phone was still playing, making you sway to the soft rhythm. Jongho follows suit, his gaze flickering over to your lips as he allows this moment to engulf the two of you.

You don’t miss this motion and you couldn’t help but gravitate towards him. “Hey, Jongho- do you mind if I ask you something?” He hums, signalling for you to continue. “Is it okay if I kiss you?”

“It’s fine by me,”

You chuckle softly and cup his cheeks. You tease him a little by giving them a quick pinch, making him whine playfully, before standing on your toes to press your lips to his. Jongho sighs blissfully as he tilts his head against yours, deepening it further.

It was a bit of a silly sight from an outsider’s perspective- a guy in his prom suit kissing his childhood friend in their bear onesie. But it didn’t matter to either of you. You wouldn’t trade this moment for any of the riches in the world.

Smiles rest upon both your lips when the two of you pull away, too wrapped up in each other’s presence to notice your mother taking a picture of the two of you. The flash from her phone distracts you two and all color drains from your face when you realize what had happened.

“MOM!” You call out to her. She only laughs and scutters away to the living room, most likely telling your father or siblings what was happening outside.

You groan out in embarrassment at what just took place. “I’m never living this down.”

Jongho shook his head, pressing a quick kiss to your cheek. “Just think of it as memorabilia or something.”

You blush again for the umpteenth time that night when you feel his lips against your cheek. “Fine… but I’m getting that photo from her or she’ll hold it over our heads.”

The both of you lapse into silence again, the music from Jongho’s phone still playing in the night. “I love you so much, jellybean.” He whispers.

“I love you too, gummy bear.”

[five-wow]

i’m watching 10.21!!! [insert excited but apprehensive noises]!!!

by the time you’re reading this i’ll be done watching, so as always, thoughts under the cut:

i opened up the episode, steve’s voice said “previously on ha-” and i paused it because i actually need some food before i do anything right now.

food (and coffee that is 90% milk) acquired! the previously on is just the last few seconds of the previous episode, and oof, it reminded me how hilariously evil this micheal claypool sounded with that intense british accent they gave him (surprise twist: the h50 finale is actually the new bond movie), but now he just showed up on steve’s doorstep and he looks like a really kind somewhat older man, gosh.

steve: “please uh, come on in and make yourself at home.” danny, wherever he is right now: “NINE YEARS. I HAD TO WAIT NINE YEARS AND THIS GUY JUST SHOWS UP AND-”

mr. claypool comes in, sits down, hands a still standing steve a letter and then gathers his coat and briefcase and is immediately back out the door, fdjkfd. also, omfg, i don’t like that doris is still causing drama from the grave, but i have to say, it’s impeccably in character, at least.

steve looks a little disbelieving and unhappy about the contents of the letter, which is not great. it couldn’t have been just a nice “hello my son, sorry you’ve had to live without me for these past four months, i wanted to tell you one last time that i love you and hope you’re doing well”, could it? (for that matter, does mary get a letter??? it always feels like mary either got out in time by not going into anything like law enforcement and therefore not getting pulled into her family legacy of dangerous shit all the time, or like she’s just been outright rejected by their parents who keep building all of their mysteries around steve.)

okay so now we’re watching a woman and her son being held hostage by two criminals who probably killed a cop and want her to stitch one of them up, and obviously they’re bad guys, but one of them just said “think bus boy’s got a thing for you” about the dude who just rang the doorbell and hand delivered a toy the kid had forgotten at a diner and yes!!! i agree!!! and it looked super cute so maybe you could just put your guns away and let them fumble around each other for a little before one of them finally asks the other out on a date and then they end up as a really cute little family.

oh SHIT crush guy just burst into the apartment and really, really seems to know his way around a gun and how to hold his own in a fight against armed criminals. oh! ohhhh, this is the new character they were going to introduce that would potentially have become a cast member if the show had continued without steve, isn’t it? ahhh. that makes sense.

while the woman calls the police, crush guy (who heroically saved her and her son and got shot in the process) just. leaves. that’s not suspicious at all!

the intro!!! feelings!!!

we’re at the cemetary where john mcgarrett rests so i expected to be shown steve, but instead we get?? danny rolling up in the camaro to look at steve crouched by the grave? oh my gosh. ten times better.

danny is SO WORRIED. and he is RIGHT because steve is acting very unlike steve.

fdjkfdjk OF COURSE doris’s message is a bunch of symbols. doris!!! you do not write goodbye messages to your son in wingdings!!! be a good mother for maybe once, perhaps, my gosh!!!

!!!!! steve telling danny he just doesn’t think he really cares anymore and wants to be done with doris’s whole thing is !!!!! very good!!!! i am using too many exclamation points and very aware of it but !!!!!!

i just. look. i just. steve has SAD FEELINGS and he TALKS ABOUT THEM with DANNY and this is pretty much a dream come true. YES. not the sad feelings, i’d rather have happy feelings, but after everything these characters have gone through they need to acknowledge that there are sad feelings before happy feelings can be had.

also, omfg, i had a brief heart attack because steve says joe’s name but he says it with an abandoned “and” kind of tacked onto it, a little mumbly, so it sounds like “losing joe’n- and mom” and for a long moment i was like, losing joan?? what?? because that would not be okay, holy shit, no.

on a lighter note, steve: “i’ll drive.” what a suprise!!! truly a shocking turn of events. :p

yes, steve, antagonize the scary-looking dude who is grieving over his dead brother while standing over the dead brother’s body in the morgue. i’m sure that’s a brilliant plan.

wait what, we suddenly see adam and junior who are talking on the phone because junior called adam to give him an update, and then adam goes, right, but the bad guys don’t know the address yet, and we do! and it turns out he is. standing in the apartment both parties are looking for right at that second. uh. communication, adam, dear lord.

there is some team organizing in hq around the case and then they all disperse and danny looks ready to follow steve into his office but then he gets distracted by tani asking to talk to him for a minute, and then they go out onto a BALCONY that i don’t remember ever having seen before? omg. secret headquarters balcony.

tani asks about steve!! she is worried too!! i’m forgetting about the balcony betrayal and having intense feelings again.

fdjkfd danny tells tani that steve has been running non-stop and is getting burned out and tani asks “alright, well, what are we gonna do about it?” and with absolutely zero hesitation danny goes “i’m gonna force the issue.” i don’t even think that’s a bad plan per se! but the quick and determined way he says it has me laughing anyway, like danny’s been daydreaming while the team was talking about their case and thinking, hm, what can i do to help steve? i know! i’m going to push him in a corner and keep him there and make him FEEL his FEELINGS. danny’s solution here is to throw a grenade at steve, but like, one full of love and caring and hopefully pancakes.

danny is telling tani that he’s seriously concerned about steve’s functioning on the job at the moment and meanwhile steve is out with junior interviewing a guy with an axe. fdjkfd.

okay so steve and junior catch the bus boy crush heroic rescuer guy (whose name is cole) and he won’t talk, and then junior arrives back at hq and tani comes out of her office to talk about steve again, ahhh. she is so worried! and junior is extremely uncomfortable because he feels like he has to defend steve and he ends up saying that steve will deal with things in his own way and oh junior, no, sometimes being hurt and pushing it away is not the best thing. even MORE reasons why steve needs to work through this in a healthy way: he’s setting a very destructive example for junior.

meanwhile steve is chilling on the floor of their rendition room “interviewing” cole all on his own, which seems to boil down to psychoanalyzing cole in a way that sounds suspiciously like steve’s pulling apart pieces of his own mind but attributing all of the problems to cole because that’s way safer than admitting that maybe most of these are his own issues, too, that he’s giving voice to for probably the first time ever.

steve to himself cole: “you’ve been here in this hole since [name of place where tragedy happened]. you‘ve put yourself there.” SUBTLE.

fdjkfd i paused at the perfect moment because immediately after that sentence cole goes “you know, something tells me i could say damn near the same thing about you” and uh, yes. thank you for making my point in-universe, cole, gosh.

steve: [gives a hard stare for a second and then switches back to cole’s current situation without addressing cole’s comment at all]

ahhhh there is a shot that starts with lou, tani and quinn around the tech table analyzing a video that shows our Bad Guys of the moment holding the poor diner lady and her kid hostage (again!) and then moves smoothly through steve’s glass door into his office where he and danny are having a heated discussion about the case and twirls around them. that was very cool!

so the bad guys want cole or they won’t release their hostages, cole wants to do it, danny wants him to do it and convinces steve after multiple little scenes of them disagreeing about it, and then military police comes in and takes cole away, preventing them from actually carrying out their plan. oops!

and THEN cole escapes out of a vehicle with three men guarding him, hah. i’m definitely seeing the heavy handed parallels with steve they’re throwing at us, omg.

danny about cole to steve: “i think this guy might be crazier than you.” i kind of love that every time a new intended team member shows up (tani, junior, i'm pretty sure quinn too?), danny has to compare them to steve in some way. it’s a rule. every time anyone says something vaguely snarky steve physically can’t stop himself from saying “ah, did you know you sound just like danny williams?” and every time someone does something ill-advised yet heroic, danny is obligated by the universe and the wiring of his own heart to go “ugh, you remind me of steve.”

cole gets a pass because he did good stuff and is a war hero, steve and cole make friends, and then cole says he noticed the cypher on steve’s desk and we’re back to the thing i thought this episode would focus on way more heavily.

steve HAS been doing research to try to crack it! danny was right about steve not being able to let this go.

cole knows a guy who’s good at cracking codes! i guess that’s a neat way to connect him to steve’s finale plot and move it along at the same time, haha.

steve is still at the office when his phone rings and it’s danny and then steve walks onto his beach where danny is waiting for him in their two chairs with two beers, and i love that, especially because we don’t hear danny’s side of the phone conversation but it was a very short scene so what did he say, exactly? “come home, i’m lonely, i have beer”?

steve: “what’s the face, you got a face on, your face” fdjkfd. eloquent!

SCREAMING. “you think lincoln is my new bff? yo, no one can replace you, you’re my danno!” i am. oh my gosh. this is steve reassuring HIMSELF, not danny, but it is also incredibly sweet and YOU’RE MY DANNO. now THAT’S the kind of content i want. yes. good. holy shit.

danny says to stop doing “that”, by which he means deflecting, and steve just goes “okay” and looks uncomfortable but starts talking anyway and i LOVE THEM. this is a good, healthy friendship.

steve: “i kinda feel like i’ve been protecting everybody except for myself, does that make sense?” YES. YES, STEVE, IT DOES, and i am VERY GLAD you’re saying those words with your own mouth.

i am making very high pitched noises at the moment. a) steve says he can’t take a break “here” because there are too many memories and that SCARES ME because he SHOULD NOT LEAVE THE ISLAND but also really really validates a fic idea i’ve had for ages in a way that i love, b) steve says “i will say this is how i thought it would end for us, couple old guys, sitting on a beach, watching sunsets” and YES oh my gosh, and c) then DANNY GOES, “i mean that sounds great to me, we can still do that” and HELLO YES it is SO GOOD to hear them VOICE these things that they’ve obviously both wanted for literal years and which we’ve been shown through steve’s clinginess when danny wanted to retire and danny’s bringing steve in on the restaurant thing and danny’s literal dream of him and steve sitting on that very beach as old men with steve telling him he loves him. just, my gosh, this is all those things but put into words that they are saying and it is very validating and sweet and necessary and scares me very much about where this is going, but for the moment i adore it.

the episode has two and a half minutes left and i’m kind of feeling like this is enough. let’s just end it here. happy end, guys, let’s all go home! except steve and danny, who are already there, obviously, and should do the opposite of move, ever.

OH. OHHH. steve tells danny he doesn’t know anymore and danny looks sad and then steve continues about how he’s been trying to distract himself with stuff like “a bunch of dating, which was nice, but didn’t help” and the RESTAURANT gets a mention though i’ll admit it’s one that’s very confusing because steve says “when it closed”, which... it didn’t, as far as we had been told until now? isn’t kamekona still running it? i always assumed he’d have turned it into a very successful bussiness venture.

danny looks UNHAPPY ABOUT THINGS STEVE IS SAYING and i relate, while i’m at the same time weirdly very very proud of him for saying these things? i don’t want him to feel this unsure about everything (particularly whether he can stay in hawaii, because it seems that’s what he’s talking about and that’s Bad), but it is a needed breath of fresh air to have stuff that happened and that he’s been bottling up for ages actually impact him emotionally.

okay, fjdksfdjslfs, danny suggests steve should GO TO JERSEY and says that steve has NEVER BEEN and i get that this is mostly kind of a joke but actually YES, STEVE. GO THE FUCK TO JERSEY. that would be perfect! danny can subtly follow you under the guise of an extended visit to family and you can spend time there together exploring danny’s home state instead of steve’s and you can come back home to hawaii when you’re ready and it would be beautiful and a very nice, symbolic way to end the show. we start with danny moving to hawaii to find a home there, and we end with with steve moving to jersey to realize where his home is.

this argument though, it’s giving me life. steve when danny starts suggesting other places, angrily, for no good reason: “now i HAVE to go.” danny, both giving and getting up: “i’m gonna get another beer.” steve, calm again: “okay, i’m gonna go to jersey.” danny: [walks away while steve yells after him about all the recommendations he’ll need for when he’s in jersey]

danny is inside to get the beer, hears a noise, finds a burglar at steve’s desk, fights him, destroy half the living room and is found by steve who also heard noise from the house and suddenly keeps saying “yo” to danny a lot this episode.

of course the burglar was there for the cypher that doris sent steve, because she can never just pop up in steve’s life in a way that isn’t  somehow dangerous to him and everyone around him. it was good, though!!! a very nice cliffhanger.

final thoughts: VERY GOOD, VERY INTENSE EPISODE. i liked cole more than i expected for a character that gets introduced as potential main cast in the last two episodes of a show that’s by now already been cancelled (that could have been problematic, but i think the writers handled it well by brick-to-the-face using him to explore steve’s issues) and i love danny being so worried about steve and tani following his lead and wanting to talk to everyone close to steve about how worried she is, too, and everything steve says has ME worried about how they’re going to end this, but so far, it’s also amazing A+ perfect fanfic fuel, holy effing shit. EMOTIONS. FEELINGS. STEVE HAS THEM. it’s literally that easy to please me, fdjkfd.

and i will say that while i’m worried about him and he’s clearly hurting and there are ways the show could take this that i won’t like (steve leaving the island at the end of the show while danny stays, mainly, which would be kind of horrible in all kinds of ways), i do somewhat love seeing steve deal with the fact that he’s older than he was ten years ago, he’s never really worked through all of the incredibly horrible shit life kept heaping on him, and he’s just getting really damn tired of everything. old, tired steve is a good thing; it’s the start of a new chapter, one where he hopefully doesn’t keep clinging to that endless denial of hurt and his tendency to put the job above everything including his own mental and physical health. i just hope, hope, hope that this last chapter that we actually get to watch play out on screen will be one that ends in a place that feels right, because this could either end perfectly or so, so badly. 🤞

[emmyrosee]

Beauty is Pain (Fluff)

I swear to you, there’s no angst. The title literally is just the phrase. My fragile little heart cannot handle angst.

I genuinely don’t know if I should include my taglist?? because its going to be a spam??? hnngnnggg???

Suggested by the lovely and amazingly sweet:

@hecohansen31

(in case you all are wondering, yes, the plan was to write a response for every suggested character on that list. Why? Because I have an urge to write and it will not go unnoticed. So, if this isn’t what you wanted, have patience, young grasshopper💕) 

Warnings: Language. And the use of face masks, so if you aren’t into that then feel free to skeedaddle. Or stay because Jim Mason is a babe. Choice is yours, baby 😘

Jim Mason x Reader: you come home after a long day in desperate need for some self-care. Jim decides he would like to join, but he can’t exactly process the weird trend of facial care and products causing pain. (I tried to keep this gender neutral, if you’re someone who likes face masks and lip treatments, then this is for you.

As you slather the sticky, grey slime of your face mask, your eyes flutter at the chill it sends down your spine. The day you had truly was one for the books, and you were beyond done with it.

The creaking Of the door makes you look over, showing none other than Jim Mason, slightly tanned and with damp hair. Probably having just gotten back from the beach, you assume.

“Hey handsome man,” you say, pulling your upper lip down some. “What’s up?”

“What’re you doin’?” He asks, coming up behind you and wrapping his arms around your frame. He lays his head on your shoulder and sways gently.

You slide your untainted hand into his hair, making him groan loudly in relief. You giggle, “face mask. Had a long day at work and needed a break. You wanna join?”

“What kinda face mask?”

“It’s gonna rip all the toxins and blackheads out. You’ll feel like, pounds lighter.”

“You know I don’t appreciate the word ‘rip’?” Jim mumbles into your neck, blue eyes traveling to the grey slime on your face.

You shrug, “I don’t know what to tell ya. But you could use it with the amount of shit in your skin.”

“What shit?”

You hand Jim a small and magnified mirror, “see all those little black dots on your nose?”

“Yeah?”

“Those are blackheads. They’re gross. This is gonna tear them out.”

“Fine, since I’m soooo flawed, help me out fairy godmother,” Jim teases, hoisting himself onto the granite countertop. You scoff and gently push some of the face mask into your hands, rubbing it over his skin gently.

“That’s fucking cold,” he complain.

“Oh wah, wah, wah, you can handle it,” you tease with a smirk. You gently avoid his eyebrows and lips, making sure that anywhere that could be covered is covered.

“There,” you said finally, knuckling on the faucet. “All set.”

“Great. Now what?”

“We wait for it to dry. I usually wait about 25 minutes-“

“25 minutes!” Jim said in disbelief, “I could be dead by then!”

“You are such a drama queen,” you scold drying your hands. Jim pouts out his lips and smooshes them together, wagging his eyebrows.

“But I’m a pretty drama queen.”

After 25 minutes of silly faces in the bathroom mirror, teaching Jim how to eat with the mask on because he was sooooo hungry, (“Jim, it’s so easy if you would just-“ “I can’t open my mouth!”) and dancing around like no one was watching in the small confines of your bathroom, the timer finally went off.

“Okay, now this is important and if there was ever a time for you to listen to me, it is now,” you say, gripping his shoulders to make him look at you. Jim’s eyes widened in concern, almost afraid for what you were about to say.

“Okay,” he said, “I’m listening.”

“This face mask is incredibly hard to get off and you probably will hate it. It has extremely high absorption. Please, for the love of God, promise me you won’t ask me why I didn’t warn you it would hurt.”

“Will it hurt?”

“For me? It’s not awful. But you have a lot of shit in there,” you answer, using your pinky to motion around his nose. It may hurt a little.”

“Good thing to know the love of my life doesn’t think I can handle some pain, that’s nice,” Jim said, grabbing the edge of his mask and gently tugging.

Within minutes, he was eating his words.

“Why didn’t you tell me it would hurt this bad!” He cried, blue eyes welling up with tears as you slowly inched the hardened mask off of him.

You chuckle, “you promised me you wouldn’t ask me that.”

“You never said it would hurt that bad,” he whined, rubbing his hands over his face as you pull the last of it off. “And why did it not hurt you half as bad as it hurt me?”

“I’m used to it babe, trust me,” you swiftly discard the mask and grab a moisturizer, “hold still. This will help with the stinging.”

Jim closes his eyes as you smooth the cream over his face, an expression of pain being replaced with relief.

“Why didn’t you just start with this?” He asks, opening his bright blue eyes at you. You smile and push the hair out of his face, smoothing it back. “Because your skin had nothing to restore. Now that your blackheads and dead skin is gone, this will protect it.” You pat his cheek, “you’re free from torture, Mr. Mason.”

“Thank you?” He says, not quite sure if to actually be grateful. He eyes you as you pick up a little tube, “what’s that?”

“This?” You ask. “It’s a lip plumper and treatment.”

“Can I try it?” He asks, leaning against the counter. You turn to him fully with cocked brows, your eyes focusing on the beautiful pouty lips he already possesses.

“Why?”

“Because I want the full treatment,” he says, shrugging.

You shrug back, “sure. But don’t complain when you hate it.” You lean forward to put the sticky gloss-like liquid on your lips. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Jim mockingly move his lips to your words, and you fight the chuckle from your lungs.

“Okay. Come here,” you command. Jim does as he is told and leans in, closing his lips to prevent the solution from going in his mouth as you slather his lips with the gloss.

“Remember, this is plumping, so it may tingle,” you warn, waiting for his reaction.

“What’s the plumping eff- AHHHH WHAT IS THAT!” Jim cries out, grabbing a towel and wiping his lips ferociously. You tsked, “you’re so dramatic, Jimmy!”

“What the hell is that burning!” He asked, lips swollen and red from a mixture of the treatment and the wiping.

“It’s cinnamon and capsaicin, it’s supposed to burn.”

“Why are you not screaming about this, this is so bad!” Jim whined, running his fingers under cold water and patting it on his lips. You snickered to yourself as he struggled, cleaning off countertop with a wet cloth.

“Why does everything you own hurt you?” He continued to whine, looking at you accusingly. You rolled your eyes and smiled, crossing your arms.

“Because beauty is pain, and you should appreciate the struggle I go through everyday.”

Jim stares at you, jaw slacked as he tried to catch his breath from the pain. You lean forward to kiss him, but he shies away from your glossy lips.

“You’re not allowed to kiss me until that bullshit is off of your lips,” he mutters, crossing his arms and storming out of the bathroom.

[jenomark]

Swallow // Part 3

○Pairing: Dom!Jaehyun x Sub!Reader (Female) ○Other Members/ Characters: X ○Genre: smut ○Warnings: public sex (m w/ f), vaginal penetration, oral (m) ○Word count: 3,594

→Summary: You start reminiscing about the night Jaehyun came into your life. You wonder what your relationship means to you, and how much longer you can hold onto him.

→Notes: ✨Anon Requested✨ Heyyyy 😍😍 Can I request Dom Jaehyun x Dom reader smut? Pretty, Please 💕💕

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Lust can get you into trouble, but it’s nothing compared to what love can do.

  With lust, you knew exactly what you were getting into. There was an agreement and a few lines never to be crossed. Each party consented. The first time, although scary, was full of exploration and excitement. Sometimes, the fuck was quick, with someone always coming too soon, or not at all. Other times, the fuck was deliberately slow and torturous, but it was always fun. Lust was meant to be light and free of everything bad. Lust was never meant to be something that could be forgiven.

  With love, things got messy. Agreements could turn to arguments. The person you fell in love with might not love you back in the way you want, or not at all. You spend your days thinking about them on the outside of your bubble: holding your hand in public, walking you home and hoping for a kiss good night. Love, though patient and kind, could make you hate everything you used to love about a person. Adding jealousy into that, well, there’s a chance that love would eventually introduce hate.

 These things kept running through your mind all day. At work, you worried if you had spread yourself too thin with Jaehyun. At the gym, you let the music in your headphones carry you far away to fantasies that would never exist. At home, you thought about John, and if Jaehyun was telling the truth when he said he liked you more. You were having trouble sleeping. You were avoiding Jaehyun’s texts, as sparse as they were.

 When your emotions were finally starting to boil over, a package arrived at your door, followed by a knock. There was just a sad dented brown box at your feet, no name, no nothing, and no person in sight, but you knew who it was from. You kicked at it. You thought about shutting your door and going back to your life of wallowing in your own misery, but the thought of him would keep chasing you until you gave in.

“Fine, I’ll play.” you said, out loud.

 You picked up the box and slammed your front door. You didn’t open the package right away. You just stared at it on your dining room table , twirling your box cutter in your fingers, your head in your hand,  and your fears keeping you glued to your chair.

“I’m a grown woman,” you said. “This is stupid. I shouldn’t be scared of a little box.”

  Still, you didn’t move. You placed the box cutter down and looked around at the life you built for yourself. Everything around you screamed average. Your apartment was small and didn’t have much of a personality. You had a few plants on the windowsills that were dying, a bunch of dirty shoes in a pile at your front door, and none of your furniture matched the way your mother would like them to.  Looking around, you had to wonder what Jaehyun saw in you. The thought brought you back to the night you first met.

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1 Year Ago

   You promised yourself you would never cry over a boy, but there you were, blowing your snot into tissues in the middle of an empty mall parking lot. You threw each tissue on the floor of your car after viciously wiping your face of tears and boogers. You would have been embarrassed if you weren’t feeling so much pity for yourself. Besides, there was no one around to see your personal downfall. The mall had closed over an hour ago and it was just you, your sobs, and the ping of your cell phone texts going off.  You picked up your  phone and skimmed the messages of concern before throwing your cell phone out of the window. If he was going to call you dramatic, then that’s the name you had to live up to.

    Your ex wasn’t your first love. He wasn’t even that important, but it felt like he had ripped your heart from your chest, stuck it up his asshole, and then shit it out.

“Fucking asshole.” you said.

  You wiped stray tears with the back of your hand, and for the first time noticed how dark and scary the parking lot looked at night. Paranoia set in and soon you were looking all around you and locking your car doors.

“I should leave,” you said. “I’m......really talking to myself.”

  When you went to start your car, it wouldn’t start. You started to whine as you turned the key and heard how awful it sounded.

“Please, please, please work.” you said.

  Feeling helpless, you slowly opened your car door and leaned down to grab your cell phone. You shut the door and locked it, giving one last look around before you turned your attention to your phone.  The screen was cracked, and it wouldn’t turn on no matter what you did.

“Oh my god,” you said. “I’m going to die here.”

   As quietly as you could, you opened the car door and popped your head up. You could only see lights from restaurants in the distance, but everything else was pitch black. You were hoping to see some kind of mall security lingering, but it looked like a ghost town. You stepped out of the car and went to your hood, thinking maybe that the problem would jump out at you. You opened the hood and stared down just like your father did when he was working on his car.

“Yeah, I don’t know what any of this means,” you said, slamming the hood shut.

  You could feel how worked up you were getting. You squatted down on the ground and hugged your knees to your chest.

“He was right,” you said. “I am useless.”

   In the distance, there were headlights coming toward you. You peered over your car, placing your palms on the hood, but you couldn’t see much. The lights were so bright you had to shield your eyes with your arm. When the car pulled into the spot next to yours, you stayed frozen to the ground. The lights and engine cut out . You looked underneath your car and could see two black dress shoes hit the cement.

“Hello?” a male voice called out.

   There was a moment where you thought about crawling  back inside your car and grabbing the pocket knife in your purse, but that would attract too much attention. You leaned down and looked under your car again to see the shoes moving around to the front of your car. There wasn’t any time to do anything because suddenly you felt the eyes of someone watching you while you were on all fours.

“ Is everything... ok?” he asked.

“Ihaveaknife.” you blurted.

   Your words jumbled so closely together, he couldn’t have possibly understood what you were saying. You imagined that from his angle, seeing a girl on her hands and knees move so fast to her feet that her head bumped into her open car door, nearly knocking herself out in the process, was a real treat for the eyes.

“Oh my god,” he said, moving towards you.

“Don’t touch me!”

  You held your forehead and checked to see if there was any blood or bumps. When you realized that the only thing hurt was your pride, you turned to get a good look at him.

  He was so handsome you were having trouble trying to process the rest of him. You knew he was wearing a crisp black suit like he had come from a party, but the edges of him felt hazy. You couldn’t stop staring at his perfect face. His eyes were kind and soft, the type of eyes that made you feel safe in their gaze. His skin was clear, his nose small and delicate, and his lips pillowy and pink. The hair on his head was thick and dyed a sandy brown color. He looked like he had just stepped off of a runway.

“You’re perfect.” you mumbled.

“I’m sorry?” he asked.

   He pretended not to hear what you said to spare you the embarrassment, but his smile gave it away. When he smiled, two dimples appeared. In that moment, you felt so sure that instead of dying because of him, you would die for him.

“Let’s start again,” he said, still smiling. “My name is Jaehyun. I was driving home and I saw a car with the drivers door open. I thought something might be wrong, so I came to check. Is there something wrong?”

  You opened your mouth to tell him everything that had been wrong with your life until this point but you couldn’t formulate a coherent sentence.

“What is your name?” he asked.

“I don’t tell my name to strangers.” you said.

“Okay.”

  Jaehyun held out his hands to show that he had nothing in them. He backed away slowly to give you a little space.

“Do you want me to go?” he asked.

“No.”

“Okay,” he said. “Can I help?”

“My car broke down. My phone is dead. I need to make a call.” you told him.

“Ahhhh,” he said. “I would let you borrow mine, but it’s also dead. So much for power banks, huh?”

“Are you going to kill me?”

   Jaehyun looked taken aback only for a moment. He laughed softly and rubbed the space between his eyebrows. “Why do you think that?” he asked.

“That’s how women die,” you told him. “Alone in parking lots by handsome charming men.”

“That’s fair,” he said. “If promises mean anything to you, I won’t hurt you.”

“Oh.”

“You sound disappointed.”

“I’ve had a rough night.” you said.

  Jaehyun nearly doubled over with laughter. Laugh lines that looked like whiskers came to life on his face. You, with your misery and sadness, started to feel a little lighter. You laughed along with him, leaning against your car for support.

“Are you hungry?” he asked. “There’s a diner over there. I hear it’s pretty good.”

“And then after you’ll kill me?”

  There was something about Jaehyun that made you feel comfortable around him. Suddenly, you were acutely aware of how you must have looked to him. You started tugging at your clothes and straightening your hair just in case he looked at you that way.

“Don’t worry,” he said. “You look pretty.”

  Every lesson you had learned up until that point taught you to decline his offer. Another man to come and save you was not what you needed, or wanted. The way he looked at you with mild curiosity and something you couldn’t place your finger on excited you, though.

“I could eat.” you said, smiling shyly.

   You sat in the diner booth for awhile, delighting in the fact that someone was hearing your side of the story out. He didn’t talk much, but Jaehyun listened intently, offering reactions at all the right moments. You noticed that he didn’t eat much, just picked at his food and kept putting food on your plate whenever you mentioned how good something looked.

“You really like caring for people.” you said.

“Something like that.”

  You didn’t tell him your name and he didn’t ask again. The way he looked at you made you feel like none of those things mattered, anyway.

“So, what about you?” you asked. “Anything I should know about my….”

“Your?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

“...murderer.” you finished.

  Trying to get Jaehyun to talk about himself was like pulling at a loose thread. You wanted to find what came at the end, but the more you pulled, the quicker you realized he would never fully unravel. It hurt you, but you couldn't understand why. The man before you was a stranger who asked the diner to use their phone because you were too scared to, and nothing more. 

“You think too much.” Jaehyun said.

“You don’t know me.”

“I can figure you out.”

  He leaned in close and folded his hands, resting his chin on top. The way he looked at you made you feel hot underneath your clothes.

“Stop that.” you said.

“Stop what?” he asked.

  The waitress came over with a check and placed it down on the table, but Jaehyun didn’t look at anyone but you.  As she walked away, leaving the two of you alone, you started to feel a little dizzy with excitement.

“‘I’ll take care of this.” he said.

You watched as he went into this wallet, all without tearing his eyes from your face, and grabbed a credit card. You plucked the bill from the table and told him you would pay.

“Don’t fight me on this,” you told him.” I’ll win.”

  You went up to the front register to pay, only wincing a little as you handed over your credit card. You felt a rush of air pass by you and looked to see Jaehyun disappear into the restrooms. You signed the bill but couldn’t seem to remember doing so. Your body started carrying you towards the restrooms where you stopped in front of the men’s entrance and looked down at the row of diner patrons eating late night pie.

“What are you doing?” you whispered to yourself.

  Before thinking it through, you pushed the door open and walked inside. The room was empty, but one stall appeared to be closed. You looked underneath and could see Jaehyun’s shoes peeking out.

“This isn’t very wise.” he said.

  You came closer and saw that the door was partly open and he was just standing there staring past you, his eyes on his own reflection in the mirror.

“You promised you wouldn’t hurt me.”

  Jaehyun stepped out of the stall. You backed up into the sink and sat on the edge, gripping the sides until your knuckles were white.

“What do you want from me?” he asked.

  His words were so breathy and soft you almost didn’t hear them. The harsh lights of the bathroom made him seem so young and apprehensive that you felt like he was playing a trick on you. Who are you? You surely didn’t feel like yourself. The whole night felt off, and you thought that maybe it was an off night for Jaehyun, too.

“I want you to fuck everything away. All of it.” you said, turning around.

  You faced your own reflection. You looked much more brazen than you felt. There was something so self-assured in the way you stood and the way your eyes flicked to his in the reflection. Jaehyun came up behind you and snaked his hand around your middle. You tilted your head to the side and moved your hair. His lips found your neck in a second, kissing down to your shoulder gently. “Please.” you whispered.

 Something clicked in Jaehyun that you both felt. The atmosphere changed, the air inside the bathroom becoming thick and heavy. He bit down on your shoulder and looked at himself in the mirror. From there, it was like you both had let go of whatever was holding you back. He crushed your body into the sink. You could feel his cock hardening against your ass. Jaehyun grinded himself against you, grunting in your ear with each movement. Neither of you looked in the direction of the door, and neither of you cared. There was no condom, but you were on birth control, and in the heat of the moment, thinking of little else but him being inside of you. Jaehyun pulled your skirt up your waist and yanked your panties down your thigh. He took hold of your neck and bent you over the porcelain. You were so wet that all he had to do was touch you and you would disintegrate in his hands .

“Is this what you want?” he asked.

“God, yes.”

  His cock didn’t inch into you but rather pounded into you all at once. You couldn’t remember sex ever feeling this exciting with your ex, but then again, you didn’t have the thrill of fucking in a public space where the whole diner could definitely hear Jaehyun. His moans were so loud you tried covering his mouth but he bit down on your hand, his teeth leaving little impressions in your skin.

  Fucking in one position for long was not enough for him. When he felt satisfied with the way your face scrunched up with pleasure, he pulled out, turned you around and dropped to his knees to taste you. His tongue on your clit for the first time nearly made your knees buckle. He stuck his fingers inside of you. You didn’t know how many just that he fingered you so fast you were moaning his name over and over without stopping.

“That’s all you get,” he said

   Jaehyun didn’t remove his fingers. He just stood up and brought you into the stall by your pussy. He was so aggressive with your body. The sensations were so new that you started to feel so free. You would let him do whatever and you would thank him for it.

“Fuck me.” you begged.

   He pressed you up against the inside of the bathroom stall. It was such a tight fight that you had to rest your foot on the toilet seat, but you made do. Your panties were long forgotten on the floor.

“Yeah?” he asked.

   He put his finger in your mouth and made you suck on it. He smiled so widely you caught glimpses of someone who was also free. You begged the gods to make this feeling last. 

   Jaehyun’s cock slipped inside of you easily. He fucked you so hard and fast that the entire stall started to groan underneath your weight. You could see it bouncing off its hinges, but you were too busy feeling how good he felt inside of you, his cock making you feel full.

   When you came, it was earth shattering. You clung onto him like your whole world would shift if you released him. He slowed down the thrusting and looked at you with amusement.

“How was that for you?” he asked.

  You nodded and swallowed hard. He pulled himself out of you and started jerking himself off.

“You didn’t come?” you asked.

“I want you to finish me,” he said. “With that mouth you use too much.”

 You looked down at the dirty bathroom floor and back up at Jaehyun. Him standing there in his disheveled suit, his cock being kneaded by his fingers, made you sink down without much thought. Your legs went into the next stall, but you didn’t mind.

“Nice and slow,” Jaehyun said.

  You liked pleasing your ex-boyfriend. There was something about seeing a man in the palm of your hand just because your mouth was wrapped around his cock that made you feel inferior.  However, as you placed your lips on Jaehyun, it felt different. He seemed so tall and assertive, and as you began to take him into the back of your throat, all you seemed to crave was his praise.

“You taste so good.” you moaned.

  He smiled down at you, playing  with the tips of your hair as you fucked him with your mouth. When you started using your hands, he told you no, so you went back to using your mouth, even though your jaw hurt.

“I’m coming.” he said.

  You expected him to give in with a big theatrical release like your ex did,  but Jaehyun remained stoic. The only sound of pleasure coming from him was a little purr that made you eager to use more tongue. When his come shot out, you were surprised.

“Swallow,” he said. “Everything.”

So you did, down to the last drop.

   When you left the diner,  you tried to keep up appearances, but you felt like everyone knew what you had been doing. You left Jaehyun that night, still not letting him know your name, but it didn’t matter. For the relationship you two agreed upon from there on out, the only name you needed to know was his.

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   You tapped your fingers across the box Jaehyun sent and decided that you couldn’t wait any longer. Your whole relationship was built on waiting, and you were sick of it.You cut the tape and opened the flaps. A glossy, ballerina pink colored card sat on top with your name on it. You plucked it hastily from the inside and opened it.

    The dress inside is for you. I’m assuming you’ll have shoes. There will be a car waiting for you outside at 9 a.m. There are no rules. Don’t overthink this.                                                                           -Jaehyun

   You placed the card back inside the box. In a moment of frustration, you shoved the box off the table and watched it tumble to the floor. A beautiful silky dress in a deep purple color slipped out.

“I can’t do this anymore,” you said.

  You were once more pulling at Jaehyun’s thread. You wondered how long you could keep going like this.

  Feeling bad, you collected the dress from the floor and held it in your hands. It was so beautiful and light. You let the fabric flow over your fingers before holding it against your body. Of course, like everything, it was perfect. You picked up the box and noticed an additional card stuck to the tissue paper. It was a wedding invitation for a bunch of names you didn’t recognize. It was addressed to “Jaehyun’s guest”, with your name in cursive written at the bottom. 

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”

[jessefandomunited]

Lighter than air (part 1 Nathan x Reader)

I was not excited to get back to work. After the big storm I haven’t felt like myself, it’s been almost a month that I was out and originally I was excited. However, because of said storm that accounting job , which I loved , was now being replaced with assisting a Probation worker with their juvenile delinquents. I kept telling them I’d be better if I just continued doing what I knew aside from babysitting kids that were practically the same age as me, but they insisted that I needed to be “ eased back into it”, which meant, we’re still going to make you stay after and file. Distraught and pissed to the highest degree, I walked into the community center feeling like I had a heavy weight on my shoulder. Sally greeted me with a sad smile, “ Hello, it’s good to see you back.” “ Thanks,” I mumbled halfheartedly. “ Listen, I’m going to be straight with you, I’m incredibly busy with various projects, and I really don’t have time to properly supervise, So basically all you have to do, is make sure they don’t kill eachother, or anyone else,” She said adding a nervous laugh. “ Are you okay,” I asked. “ Right as rain, this way, I’ll introduce you, and let me said this now, be firm with Nathan,” She insisted. I cocked an eyebrow, “ wait , why?” “ You’ll see,” she said simply leading me into the locker room. “EVERYONE, GATHER AROUND I HAVE SOMEONE TO INTRODUCE YOU TO,” Sally yelled . Soon enough five young adults gathered around , all looking as if they’d rather be anywhere else but here. She told everyone my name and I added, “ You guys can call me Kit, most people do, it started as kit kat because I always brought one to class, but they shortened it.” I was rambling and Sally was giving me a stern look. “ Sorry,” I said instinctively. “Any ways,” Sally continued, “ today you will be picking up garbage around the park, grab a trash back and one of the grabbers and ….Kit, will take you there.” She shoved a bunch of the items in my arms and stormed out of the room. I looked down at the items , then back at them, “ well , lets go.” They seemed very unsure of me, and the feeling was mutual. They all did, apparently minor crimes so they shouldn’t be dangerous, right? “first though,” I said , pausing to put all the items on the ground, “ I’d like to know your names, there is a slim chance I’ll remember them, but the thought it there.” I rubbed my neck nervously and pointed at the quiet boy in the corner, “ how about you?” “S..simon,” He said simply. “ Simon good to meet you, next,” I said looking over at A girl with blond hair pulled back tight. “ ….Kelly,” she said after a moment of hesitation. Next was Curtis, Alisha , and then there was one who was laying down across a bench , flexing. I sighed, “ I’m guessing , you’re Nathan.” “ Ahhhh, my legend precedes me,” He said hopping off the bench and leaning on the lockers next to me.  I stepped back giving him a stern look, “ get your things and follow me.” “ What a prick,” I thought walking out, Kelly chuckled behind me as Nathan said, “ I think she likes me.”

I had brought a book out to the park, it was a gorgeous day to do so and I really didn’t care what they did as long as they got their work done, or at least looked like they made some sort of effort, and that’s exactly what I told them,“ You guys are adults right?  you know if you get in trouble again you could face a lot more intense punishments than this right? Then what’s the point of me micromanaging you?” They all seemed taken aback by this , I glared at Nathan though and added , “ but listen here you, I’ll be giving my superiors a very detailed report about how you particularly behave, so watch it!” He did a mock salute, “ I WILL PREFORM MY DUTIES SIR!” I shook my head, “ get to work.” I sat down on a bench cross legged and began reading, I would look up every once in a while to just keep tabs on where everybody was. The first time I did so was a tad unnerving. I saw them all huddled in a group talking. They kept pointing at me then went back to talking. Simon alerted them that I was looking at them , but they didn’t seem to care. I didn’t move thought, I decided that maybe if they ended up hurting me, I’d be given my old job back, so I simply waved at them and went back to reading. I looked up a few minuets later , and they were all picking up trash.             

             Everything was going pretty well. Every once in a while I’d see two of them go off in a bush but they’d always come back and keep working, so who cared. There was one time I stepped in however. “ WHO THE HELL IS WATCHING YOU DELINQUENTS ,” A man yelled furiously at Simon, “ YOU ALMOST KILLED ME.” I couldn’t see Simon doing much of anything to anyone, and marched over to them. The others looked like they were going to hurt the man but I shook my head. “ Sir, what seems to be the problem,” I said holding my temporary probation worker badge out to him. “ WELL, THIS JERK ALMOST KNOCKED ME OFF MY BIKE, I COULD HAVE FALLEN INTO THE RIVER,” He yelled. I looked at Simon, then back at the man, “ and how did this happen, you look fine, he’s doing his job, why don’t you just leave my team alone yeah?” The man snarled,” HE APPEARED RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE BIKE LANE!” My eyes darkened, I knew that if I wanted these guys to trust me, I needed to give them a message that I was on their side. “ Listen sir,” I said in the darkest voice I could muster, “ you didn’t get hurt, you got scared, he was doing his job, you were probably day dreaming.” I was going to keep going but he cut me off, “ excuse ME! HOW OLD ARE YOU, YOU’RE THE SAME AGE AS THEM WHO THE F*CK PUT YOU IN CHARGE!” “ Sir if you are asking me to get the police involved I will, my team has done their job and I am here to back them up. My age is irrelevant or are you saying that is your only defense against the fact that you were simply startled,” I asked pointedly, “ now I have a taser in my pocket and the police are just phone call away, just get back on your bike, and leave them alone.” The man wanted to say more, however he simply huffed and flipped us off as he rode away. I sighed, I was full out expecting that guy to punch me out cold, but he didn’t. my hands were shaking so I quickly crossed my arms across my chest and smiled at Simon, “ are you alright?” He stuttered, “i…I was going to ask you the same thing.” I shook my head, “ don’t worry about me.” I turned to see the others standing around, “ Back to work please, shows over.” I walked back to my seat and stared blankly at my book, trying to calm myself down, when I felt someone sit next to me. I looked over to see Kelly. “ Hello,” I greeted, “ did you need something?” “ I just wanted to say, that took a lot of balls, I really appreciate you standing up for us like that, most of the probation worker just treat us like animals,” she said. I smiled , “ forget about it, I don’t know what you guys have been told, but I think you guys are good at heart, no matter what happened in the past. I mean, you guys got community service, not prison, you can make a change and I know I don’t know you guys all that well, but I’m sure you guys will move on from this to do great things.” She looked at me with this intense expression for a few minuets, as if she didn’t believe a word I said. After a bit I playfully hit her with my book and said, “ I appreciate you thanking me, but you still have a job to do.” “ Right,” She said still looking at me as she got up and returned to her work. I shook my head lightly and went back to reading.

tags: @scream-kiwi79

[mypinkchapter]

Recovery & Laughs.

One of the biggest ventures in this journey can now be checked off -- surgery!

Disclaimer: my thoughts for this week on the blog won't have any really great insights, but you might have some laughs with me along the way... embarrassing for me to say because I want Jesus to shine above all & this to fully glorify Him, but I also want to be human with those reading these words & for one day when I look back & share this with Elly, so let me fill in some truths from my last week & let you see how cool Jesus was throughout.

Truth #1: I thought in this time of rest & recovery I would fill my moments in the recliner with lots of reading -- reading my Bible, reading my new Lysa TerKeurst book, reading the novel I checked out from my the library that's been at the top of my "to-read" list... but you know what? I haven't read a single page. It makes me laugh honestly because what I pictured as recovery for myself, basically consisting of lots of leisurely & encouraging reading, has actually been filled with me on medication that has made me so groggy that I've napped, napped, & napped some more. Like drool-worthy, crazy dream naps! Just one more reason the Lord has placed some of the best folks in my path, to share scripture & encouragement with me when I haven't had the ability of sorts to do that for myself. Thank you, sweet Lord, for letting those stand in the gap for me these last several days -- to feed me with truths & encouragement of Your love, mercies, & hope.

Truth #2: I've never had surgery before. Wisdom teeth removal doesn't count to medical professionals, just FYI. So, this girl was an amateur! I remember looking at the sweet anesthesiologist & said, "Are you giving me the good stuff?" & that was all she wrote. Out! I was terrified I would wake up & act like those viral videos you see of folks talking out of their minds, but nope... I woke up feeling refreshed & like I'd had a great nap! Obviously there was soreness, but the surgery itself, should anyone ever have to endure the same kind, it's for sure do-able. Thank you, sweet Lord, for every set of hands that played a part in this. You gifted me with probably two of the kindest surgeons/people I've ever met & their nurses have been nothing short of incredible.

Truth #3: I'll leave this one to be only a short story, which I know won't be short because I don't know how to be short, but it's been comical looking back on... so, when surgery wrapped up & the initial recovery for me upstairs was over, rather than heading to a lovely hospital room to be greeted by my precious husband, parents, & Gran, who would tend to my every tiny need & get me whatever snack, drink, or dinner my heart desired from the greater Jonesboro area, I was wheeled to the basement of the hospital. Y'all, the basement. It makes me crack up all over to remember them telling me they were taking me to the basement; here's why -- the hospital was full. The basement was not a bad area by any means, but it was me & well, like 15 other hospital beds with patients all coming out of surgery. Lined up, side by side, no curtains. Just all of us recovering together, some recovering better than others. So, how you wait on a table at a full restaurant, in your order of arrival, I waited for a hospital room. Now let me say, I was wheeled by the waiting room to see my sweet group of cheerleaders really quickly & them to tell me my preliminary lymph node results were CLEAR (ahhhh! THANK YOU, JESUS!), but that was it -- a 7 second greeting & cheer! Then an over 5 hour wait. No cell phone, no TV, no family. Just me very coherently hanging out with nurses, unable to nap because it was Grand Central Station with folks coming in from surgery constantly, while lying on a very flat ER bed for five hours after undergoing a pretty massive surgery. It was not funny in the moment. Not funny, not funny, not funny! But now, it sort of is... One of our sweet pastors that stayed updated on me throughout the day from Ryan, called him late afternoon while I was still of course in the basement, & he said, "Ahhh, there's no room in the inn." Haha! Thank you, sweet Lord, for the precious ladies that watched over me that afternoon, that stayed hours & hours over their shifts to take care of me & those other patients. Thank you for teaching me patience & humility, even when I wasn't in the most receptive mood. And thank you, Jesus, that I was eventually joined back to my family & had a big, comfy, end room, five hours later.

Truth #4: What should be truth #1, but my husband. Oh my heavens, my husband. I fully believe Ryan Gibson was crafted for me by the Lord himself. He has loved me so good for nine years now, six in marriage, but let me just say: when a woman is diagnosed with breast cancer, so is her husband, her children, her parents, her family, & her friends. My husband in this past month though has been the model man that every woman could ever deserve. I do not deserve him & the love that he has demonstrated; it is purely the love of Jesus in him. Yes, he has cheered me on, encouraged me with truths, shared medical knowledge from his background with me, entertained Elly when I wasn't able to, sat with me while tears fell, & distracted me with lots of laughs, but y'all, until you have been in a similar situation of literally becoming helpless -- my upper body post-surgery has pretty well been useless up until the last day or so -- it has opened up a new realm of love I didn't know existed in marriage. Sure, I've been sick before. I'm pretty positive living through food poisoning with me about did him a few years ago, but cancer & surgery... bless him. I am probably one of the most modest women I've ever known, but that has had to fly out the window with this & that's been really hard for me. Ryan has met that with complete humor & keeping things so light-hearted. So many moments this past week that would bring tears otherwise, tears of pain, tears of embarrassment, tears of unknown, Ryan has met with only the charm he has that is perfectly perfect for me & keeps my tears at bay. Quite simply, thank you, sweet Lord, for your gift of marriage & my precious, selfless helpmate, Ryan.

Truth #5: I have the world's best parents. Elly had a stay-cation with Nana & Pop. She ruled the roost & kept those two busy, busy, busy! They stepped in to love on & 100% take care of our child for the past week. Elly’s world stayed as normal as functionally possible & that was such a relief. We had a FaceTime session every night but she was usually too occupied with Nana & Pop to care much for us. We had to beg for sugars & a “night night” every night! What a blessing that was to be such a seamless process. Thank you, sweet Lord, for demonstrating Your perfect love through my dear parents. Thank you for blessing me with two of the greatest individuals I have ever known, to learn from.

Truth #6: Dr. Dicocco, my surgeon, yesterday at my follow-up appointment asked me, "Do you know everyone in & around Jonesboro?" I laughed & said I didn't think so. She told in the past week she has had countless people tell her thank you for taking such good care of Erin Gibson. Y'all... I've said it so many times & I'll say again, Jesus has purposefully planted every person in & around my path, preparing me for this. I know it, without a shadow of doubt. People to most importantly pray & I would swear that I have some of the most solid prayer warriors that ever were, but people again to encourage us & love on us in very practical ways. We have been fed every single night & even many days at lunchtime. That has meant the world to us & truth be known, there have been days I was living for the yummy food I had coming that night! We have started to receive financial help from fundraisers to make such a huge dent in our medical expenses and that is something we can't thank anyone enough for. We have been so honored in seeing people physically showing their support by wearing pink or Team Erin. We just don't even know how to process it all & it will probably take a long time to do just that, but I will never forget the love shown to us. Thank you, sweet Lord, that you have been so purposeful in my life to create a support system like I could have never dreamed. Thank you, Lord, that so many of those in our lives love You & have demonstrated Your love toward us. I pray that I could love in the same way we have been shown.

I'll end on the the fact that I received the best "grade" & smiley face that I've gotten ever gotten on a report: we learned yesterday that I am officially Stage I! A huge answered prayer! Treatment will continue as planned - 4 tough rounds of chemo for 2 months & 12 lighter rounds of chemo for 3 months - but we are ready for every step to come. I know, because I have asked lots of questions of many knowledgeable folks, that there are some hard & ugly days ahead with chemo, but you know what? There are going to be some great & really fun days ahead too, and I'd bet more of those than the bad or ugly! May Jesus be glorified in every day that is to come for us.

All my love from my pink chapter,  Erin

[heoneyology]

i'll let you pop off. what's your favourite thing about one of the best rappers in the kpop scene, our dear carrot man, your second husband and the aegyo king lee jooheon?

oh my god aklfjdksfj okay this is going under a cut I apologize in advance for how long this might be and if anyone reads this well props to you because I’m about to ramble and it’s 3am and I’ll probably forget a lot of things? but if you’re giving me permission to go off… then…

I am going to only ever say this once and @hongjoong-kim don’t come at me alkjdfljk okAY AFTER THIS I’M NEVER SAYING IT AGAIN: yes I am whipped for lee jooheon.

okay anyway read under the cut for why I love jooheon and my favorite things because there’s not just one!!! :’))

okay first and foremost: obviously I love his smile, his overall eye smile, and his dimples. like his dimples are my favorite thing? but honestly the entirety of his smile, which brings out the dimples. the way his facial expression melts and softens and his eyes squint closed… and the way that sometimes when he smiles he slightly parts his mouth?? he’s the cutest and it really just… I can be in the absolute worst mood and if I see jooheon’s smile my day is just a little bit better. he really has the sweetest demeanor and and the softest, happiest, bubbliest smile.

I love those doe eyes that captured my heart and literally continue to capture my heart every day and make me super soft for him. I love his natural eyes but the lens he’s been wearing lately that are a lighter brown are so good on him!! I love how… his eyes sparkle… they literally hold the stars of the sky in them?? they’re always so sparkly and glimmering and they are just so pretty ughgugh staring into them makes my heart beat really fast but also I could stare into them forever although I’d probably get super nervous aksdsjlfdjk and break eye contact with him!!? he has such a soft but intense gaze. also I really love??? that thing he does with his eyes? where he suddenly WIDENS THEM OUTTA NOWHERE like sometimes it’s not even out of surprise, he just… blinks and widens his eyes and it’s adorable and literally gives me a heart attack every time and catches me off guard like don’t do that stop it hurts my heart but also makes me love him more. I think in an interview minhyuk said it’s a nervous habit of his which makes it more… adorable…

HE CAN SING!! oh my god his voice when he sings I just… I don’t know I lose all train of thought and am completely enamored? like he’s serenading me tbh… although half the time I first will have a heart attack!!! like when I first heard play it cool I literally gasped and paused the song and almost started crying. pun not intended, but his singing voice is like honey, it’s so silky and smooth and soft and sweet and feels like home…

also his rapping? this one is obvious because he’s half of the rapline!! but he’s so talented. I love his how rapidly he can freaking dkaljfsdjf like hOW my tongue can barely even coherently work over one word without stuttering or getting tongue tied? but also omg his flow in all their songs… and his mixtape… he just has a flow that’s… I don’t know how to describe it. it’s smooth and powerful despite his voice being higher pitched for a rapper? he has a commanding presence when he raps and he’s really one of the best idol rappers out there. he’s so passionate and emotional and it’s what adds to the powerful presence he has when he’s rapping.

aegyo king… and how adorable he is… I just love him okay he’s super cute his personality is super cute and his aegyo is sometimes cringey but honestly it makes me squeal and it makes me embarrassed at the same time, but it always makes me happy. another moment of, I can be in the absolute worst mood, and if I see his aegyo? I feel so much more better. it’s funny, cringey, kind of cute. and his overall adorable personality and demeanor… he doesn’t even try and he’s just cute!! he said he gave up aegyo and graduated from it but he’s… literally a walking aegyo bomb. his little pout he does? cute. his heart shaped lips? cuteeeee. when he’s eating and he literally just goes monch monch monch? cute! his pouty, clingy personality and the way he acts with fans and interacts with them? CUTE.

his talent and passion and god he just loves what he does so much. he’s 9th most copyrighted IDOL in korea???? he has 97 songs copyrighted to his name! he’s co-written 77 songs, written 17 songs, co-composed 18 songs, and co-arranged 8 songs and some of these songs aren’t even for monsta x they’re for other idols and some groups. he’s so talented and dedicated to what he does and just akljdfsdf he’s really out here being an idol, a rapper, and a producer?? and he’s killing it and I love him for it and I feel so much pride for him. he works so hard and I worry about him getting rest but I know he’s loving what he’s doing :((

idk if anything above pointed it out but like… he’s attractive. his duality? fucks me up every time. he can go from cute to rude in such a short amount of time. it’s part of his stage presence and his powerful charisma and it all falls under my love for his eyes and his dimples and his pouty lips and just alkjdfsdjf he’s. really. attractive. when I first got into monsta x I immediately, despite thinking two other members were going to be my bias, thought he was really pleasing to the eyes and attractive? he has a nice figure, the way he walks akdsljflsjdkf (there’s a video on twitter circulating right now and just,w ow, come punch me in the face jooheon??), his thighs are also wOW, he has nice hands, the veins on his arms are a big giant oof, and he’s been working out recently in the last year so he like is losing some of his cute chubbiness although it’s still there and his biceps are aHHHH now those never used to be… a thing… and just wow I’m physically very attracted to him? like I immediately look at him and I just think, wow, he’s stunning… but he’s got so much charm too? he smiles and my heart melts and I’m weak for dimples too alkjdfksjf just looking at him honestly fills me with such warmth.

but I’m also mentally?? attracted to him???? I love his work ethic and how talented and dedicated he is. but I love his overall personality. he’s lee jooheon and he’s hilarious and relatable and like I said just… looking at him? thinking of him??? fills me with such warmth. I joke about it a lot like “it’s a libra thing” but jooheon is literally so relatable and I see so many of my own personality traits in him at times. he loves food and he’s so in love with dumplings. he’s loud, excitable, extra af, clingy, pouty, a scaredy cat, cute, charismatic, a workaholic, the way he laughs with his entire body and sometimes it comes out silent like he’s not laughing at all aksjdlfjsd, how sweet and thoughtful he is, his love for animals (he has two cats and a dog), that libra face he makes when he gets angry and looks like he’s about to kill someone, the way he loves and supports and hypes up all his members!!! he loves receiving attention but he’s also so good at giving compliments and is so humble and sweet and just adkljfsdfj I feel like I’m missing so much more?

okay I really feel like I’m missing more but I’m going to shut up now because this is all I can think of at the moment… it’s now 4am…

[valleyofthefae]

MAC MAC MAC ,,, answer all the number ask questions .... I dare ya 👀

i accept ur dare 👀👀😎

1. Who was the last person you held hands with?my little sister probs ? 
2. Are you outgoing or shy?Shy af !!!
3. Who are you looking forward to seeing?my nana tomorrow !
4. Are you easy to get along with?ummm,,,, i feel like im not but idk how others feel about that
5. If you were drunk would the person you like take care of you?hmm,, idk ? 🤔
6. What kind of people are you attracted to?ppl who look like they dont sleep very often (dane dehaan for example), ppl w/ pretty eyes, or interesting personalities tbh (idk what i mean by that, im thinking about Grimes & Billie tbh) 
7. Do you think you’ll be in a relationship two months from now?heck nah 
8. Who from the opposite gender is on your mind?Dane since i mentioned him up there ^
9. Does talking about sex make you uncomfortable?yup
10. Who was the last person you had a deep conversation with?You probably !! 💕
11. What does the most recent text that you sent say?“haha, okayyy 💓💓!!!” to u 👀
12. What are your 5 favorite songs right now?Bellyache by Billie Eilish, Grrrls by AViVa, Pretty Head by Transviolet, The Gunner by MGK, & party favor by billie eilish :) 
13. Do you like it when people play with your hair?mhmm!!
14. Do you believe in luck and miracles?Eh, kinda??? I believe in miracles, luck not so much
15. What good thing happened this summer?idk,, that was 5ever ago 
16. Would you kiss the last person you kissed again?hell no
17. Do you think there is life on other planets?yes !!!
18. Do you still talk to your first crush?nope :) i was too scared to talk to them in general tbh 
19. Do you like bubble baths?i used to !
20. Do you like your neighbors?yeah!! some of them, i live by a lotta old people & theyre really nice !!
21. What are you bad habits?ummm, biting my lips/insides of my cheeks && some other things 
22. Where would you like to travel?Canada, Europe, some places in Asia, & other states !!
23. Do you have trust issues?yeah :/
24. Favorite part of your daily routine?makin tea 
25. What part of your body are you most uncomfortable with?all of them
26. What do you do when you wake up?i look at what time it is 
27. Do you wish your skin was lighter or darker?im actually okay with my skin color now, i used to wish i had lighter skin though 
28. Who are you most comfortable around?you !!
29. Have any of your ex’s told you they regret breaking up?nah
30. Do you ever want to get married?nah
31. If your hair long enough for a pony tail?yup!! :)
32. Which celebrities would you have a threesome with?🙅🏽‍♀️
33. Spell your name with your chin.um,, maheczwi tried :)

34. Do you play sports? What sports?no, i played softball like 6 years ago tho (i hated it)
35. Would you rather live without TV or music?tv !
36. Have you ever liked someone and never told them?yeah!
37. What do you say during awkward silences?i dont know if i say anything ? 
38. Describe your dream girl/guy?someone who isnt a terrible person
39. What are your favorite stores to shop in?Claire’s, FYE, antique places, goodwill
40. What do you want to do after high school?i have no ideaaa
41. Do you believe everyone deserves a second chance?Depends on what they did
42. If your being extremely quiet what does it mean?idk, it can mean a lotta thingsbut tbh, im always quiet so who knowsss 
43. Do you smile at strangers?if they smile at me i do :)
44. Trip to outer space or bottom of the ocean?dang man, idk !!!! is both an option 👀👀
45. What makes you get out of bed in the morning?on school days, my alarm bc i have to climb down a ladderon weekends, having to go to the bathroom does
46. What are you paranoid about?my friends secretly hating me,, and probs other stuff 
47. Have you ever been high?nope :)
48. Have you ever been drunk?nope :)
49. Have you done anything recently that you hope nobody finds out about?no :) 
50. What was the colour of the last hoodie you wore?Black 
51. Ever wished you were someone else?25/9
52. One thing you wish you could change about yourself?The way my brain is wired
53. Favourite makeup brand?Hard candy probs 
54. Favourite store?claire’s
55. Favourite blog?hmmmm, idk i follow a lot !
56. Favourite colour?pastel pink, blue, purple, gray, & white
57. Favourite food? apples
58. Last thing you ate? some chicken marsala thing 
59. First thing you ate this morning?oatmeal
60. Ever won a competition? For what?I dont think so ? 🤔
61. Been suspended/expelled? For what?nope !
62. Been arrested? For what?nope !
63. Ever been in love? nah! 
64. Tell us the story of your first kiss?it was w/ one of my childhood friends & tbh, that’s all i remember 
65. Are you hungry right now?,,
66. Do you like your tumblr friends more than your real friends?i dont have tumblr friends tbh
67. Facebook or Twitter?ummmm, i dont like either 
68. Twitter or Tumblr?tumblr
69. Are you watching tv right now?yup! im watching tom & jerry 😎
70. Names of your bestfriends? youuuu ! 
71. Craving something? What?strawberries tbh 
72. What colour are your towels?umm we got some gray ones & some purple ones !
72. How many pillows do you sleep with?one or none tbh 
73. Do you sleep with stuffed animals?mhmm!!! theyre at the end of my bed (they make there way up to where i am tho) 
74. How many stuffed animals do you think you have?👀👀👀👀👀 15-25 is a good guess,, for the ones on my bedi have a lotta stuffed animals 
75. Favourite animal?fox, bunny, soo many othersss !!!
76. What colour is your underwear?purple
77. Chocolate or Vanilla?vanilla, tbh
78. Favourite ice cream flavour?vanilla
79. What colour shirt are you wearing?a pink & black one :)
80. What colour pants?black 
81. Favourite tv show?Looney Tunes
82. Favourite movie?hmmmm,,,,, idk honestlymy fav recent movie is wonder woman 
83. Mean Girls or Mean Girls 2?ehh, not really a fan of either one !
84. Mean Girls or 21 Jump Street?ive never seen 21 jump street soo idk 
85. Favourite character from Mean Girls?Karen (??? idk, the one played by Amanda Seyfried) 
86. Favourite character from Finding Nemo?the octopus (idk her name), & Gil
87. First person you talked to today?my sister maybe ?? i honestly have no idea
88. Last person you talked to today?my sister 
89. Name a person you hate?😉 we all know who i hate w/ a passion (hint: the name starts with a “n”) 
90. Name a person you love?Alyssa, Billie Eilish (it only calls for one, but i love billie) 
91. Is there anyone you want to punch in the face right now?myself 
92. In a fight with someone?nah
93. How many sweatpants do you have?likeeeee 2 pairs i think 
94. How many sweaters/hoodies do you have?dang idk tbh,, i have a lotta hoodies && at least 5-7 sweaters 
95. Last movie you watched?Bolt 
96. Favourite actress?ahhhh !! i have too many, soooDove Cameron, Angelina Jolie, Elle Fanning, Emily Browning, Gal Gadot, Ástrid Bergés-Frisbey, Hannah Murray, Christina Ricci, Lily-Rose Depp, etc !! 
97. Favourite actor?Dane Dehaan, Cole Sprouse, J D*pp, Freddie Highmore, etc
98. Do you tan a lot?no ?
99. Have any pets?i have a dog named layla && some fish !
100. How are you feeling?not too swell :/
101. Do you type fast?heck yeah man !
102. Do you regret anything from your past?so many things 
103. Can you spell well?i’d like to think so, im not too bad at it :)
104. Do you miss anyone from your past?mhm 
105. Ever been to a bonfire party?nope !
106. Ever broken someone’s heart?idk, honestly
107. Have you ever been on a horse?ive been on a pony, does that count? 
108. What should you be doing?nothing atm !
109. Is something irritating you right now?yeah,, but it’s all good !
110. Have you ever liked someone so much it hurt?no
111. Do you have trust issues?aye (this is up there somewhere too) 
112. Who was the last person you cried in front of?idk honestly
113. What was your childhood nickname?Kenz
114. Have you ever been out of your province/state?mhm!!! ive been to texas, other states going to texas, Washington DC, Mexico (i was hella young), other places bc of my sisters meets, && yeah :) 
115. Do you play the Wii?not anymore 
116. Are you listening to music right now?no, i might tho 
117. Do you like chicken noodle soup?yeah
118. Do you like Chinese food?yeh, some of it 
119. Favourite book?hmmmmmmmmmm, idk !! 
120. Are you afraid of the dark?yes 
121. Are you mean?i can be 
122. Is cheating ever okay?nope
123. Can you keep white shoes clean?ive never owned white shoes !
124. Do you believe in love at first sight?no
125. Do you believe in true love?no
126. Are you currently bored?kinda
127. What makes you happy?um,, seein my bestest buddy, talkin’ to my bestest buddy, seeing cute animals, and listening to music 
128. Would you change your name?yeah, tbh
129. What your zodiac sign?Aquarius :)
130. Do you like subway?no
131. Your bestfriend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do?Idk,, i wouldnt like em back tho
132. Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with?this ones up there too !
133. Favourite lyrics right now?“Call me calloused, call me coldYou’re italic, I’m in boldCall me cocky, watch your toneYou better love me, ‘cause you’re just a clone” - COPYCAT by billie 
134. Can you count to one million?gosh i hope so
135. Dumbest lie you ever told?hmm, idk ive told a lotta dumb lies 
136. Do you sleep with your doors open or closed?closed !!!! always!! 
137. How tall are you?5’3”
138. Curly or Straight hair?curly/wavy
139. Brunette or Blonde?brunette 
140. Summer or Winter?winter (even tho i hate winter)
141. Night or Day?Night
142. Favourite month?october
143. Are you a vegetarian?i wish
144. Dark, milk or white chocolate?none,, tbh 
145. Tea or Coffee?tea
146. Was today a good day?nah
147. Mars or Snickers?neither
148. What’s your favourite quote?hmm, idk atm
149. Do you believe in ghosts?yes
150. Get the closest book next to you, open it to page 42, what’s the first line on that page? “Selling their bog recipes and crone aphorisms and schoolboy spells! It makes me sick.”from the Wicked book

[bangtangang-bts-army]

My Favorite BTS Songs (not in order)

Mic Drop (Steve Aoki Remix) Extended Version

It’s a SLAP beat.

J-Hope’s beginning part is my favorite thing in the world.

I can sing this whole thing, Korean and English.

BRO this song turned Soldier Field Stadium into a P A R T Y.

Confident BTS? Slaying? YES.

That base hits harder than a truck, boi.

B O D Y R O L L S

Yoongi calling me tasteless ratatouille is what I live for.

Dionysus

THIS SONG MAKES ME LOSE POUNDS.

OMG the energy.

BTS singing about getting LOADED is YES.

JiN’S hiGH nOTe DELIVERS.

Jin and J-Hope doing that hand smack thing while J-Hope raps makes me wanna sCReaM.

Yoongi’s verse is the father of my children.

aRE ThEY WeARinG CApeS?!

Namjoon as a Greek god is the PERFECT aesthetic!!!

THE TABLE DANCE.

They opened with this song at the concert I went to and to say I SCREAMED is an understatement.

JIMIN HIPS *falls out of my chair*

Trivia: Just Dance

OMG Jung Hoseok put that tongue back in your mouth.

HOBI DANCING

That base SLAPS.

S L A P

The concert version makes the beat in the background more prominent and oH mY gOd.

IS HOBI WEARING A SUIT ???

Seeing J-Hope freestyle dance adds ten years to your life.

J-Hope in a suit calmly whispering “Just dance,” right before B R E A K I N G it D O W N is the cure to all diseases.

OoF what a fine M A N.

Outro: Tear

This song turned the stadium into a C L U B.

THIS SONG turned even the most shy of ARMYs into H O E S.

THE ARMY BOMB ON THE STROBE SETTING GOES WITH THIS SONG OOOF.

This song makes me feel like I’m a sexy movie villain with MEGA POWERS. (omg the rapline as sexy movie villains with sexy powers oansgqhiabalwiwbso)

People who suffer from not having asses find their twerk to this song.

Outro: Wings

THE BASE HITS LIKE A TRUCK MY GUY.

Namjoon’s “You can call me stupid, I’ll just smile.” WHO WOULD CALL NAMJOON STUPID THO.

The harmonizing is top NOTCH.

PARTY MUSIC 101.

Intro: Boy Meets Evil

THE BASE HITS

J-Hope is the KING of dancing. This dance makes me want to *censored*.

Namjoon’s beginning narration???

The story is so deep!!!

It just sounds... P E R F E C T.

hAVe yOu hEArD tHe iNsTrUMeNtaL ???

DID HE JUST DO A FLIP ???

WHAT IS THAT MOVE HE DID WITH HIS ARMS ???

When Jimin and he did a smash up of Lie and Boy Meets Evil I thought I was going to D I E.

Blood Sweat and Tears

JIMIN.

Yes, Yoongi, I will kiss you on the lips, but only cuz you asked.

Is NAMJOON VAPING SIR PUT THAT DOWN.

The dance is so... S E X U A L.

The music SLAPS my butt.

IS YOONGI TYING A BLINDFOLD ONTO JIMIN ??? (Yoonmin culture)

J-Hope with opera glasses is my aesthetic.

JIN KISSES A STATUE wHat.

Why am I jealous of a statue?

TAEHYUNG AND HIS BARE BACK.

JUNGKOOK SMIRK.

This music video is S M U T.

Fire

My first BTS song.

THE ENDING DANCE.

HOW DO THEY MOVE THEIR FEET LIKE THAT ???

Confident Jimin? Put that on my plate.

The whole Jimin-playing-with-a-lighter line “and go crazy OW!!” Right before crazy foot dance.

Yoongi’s smirk and “bultaoreune”.

WE ALL DIED.

Is Taehyung rubbing a clothing iron on Jin’s tummy?

“Set everything on fire BOWOWOW!”

Epiphany

Such a deep and meaningful song.

Jin playing the piano and looking like a damn ANGEL.

Jin’s vocals are H E A V E N L Y.

This song helped sooo many ARMYs find their way.

“I’m the one I should love in this world... precious me...” Awwww.

Jin wrote this beauty all by his cute, talented self.

I honestly LOVE this man.

Such beautiful lyrics and such beautiful tune.

Jin shutting up the people that sleep on him by killing them with soft boi talent is my AESTHETIC. I’m so proud of him.

The whole arena was singing “I’m the one I should love.” I was literally sobbing, so thankful that I have this fandom.

DNA

JUNGKOOK WHISTLING.

The dance is so HARD.

Awww happy small boi Yoongi.

This music video is so colorful!!! COLORS!!!

The math and sciency stuff in Jungkook’s eye.

Taehyung with floppy hair is YAY.

Namjoon’s cute fluffy sweater is YAY. We stan a warm boi.

All of the vocalists singing “forever” one by one and then Jimin just-

Spring Day

“I miss you. Saying that makes me miss you more.”

The music video makes me S O B.

I’m not okay please help.

So sad!!!

Deep and meaningful.

Probably one of the most famous BTS songs of all time.

Jin’s made up choreo is sass boi culture.

Go Go

The song to listen to when you’re running errands.

Taehyung as Snow White and hating his life is honestly me.

The head wobble dance is YES.

aRE thEy BrEakiNg tHeiR lEgS???

“Yoloyoloyoloyo”

Dancing ??? Y E S

Honestly a bop.

F L O S S

Home

.....

CRAZY FOR MYSELF

Namjoon’s “I just wanna go home.” ME TOO, babe. SAME.

www.bop.com/slap

Jimin singing “mi casa” makes me feel rich.

“You know I want that hoooome.” YES BABE.

J-Hope’s verse makes me turn full H O E.

This beat is so catchy.

I listen to this while shopping at Target.

This song was made to be slap.

Intro: Persona

ROCK ???

“PER SON A, who the hell am I?” YES NAMJOON YES.

Namjoon’s fast bumbling rapping gets me C U R E D.

President Namjoon feeds the poor and heals the sick and injured.

“But Namjoon” SHUT DOWN.

BUT NAMJOON NOTHIN FOOL.

aRE tHoSE cGi aNdROiDs?!

GIANT NAMJOON AHHHH ???!!!

The set reminds me of- OH.

Lie

Beautiful strings orchestra in the background.

Jimin is so freaking talented.

THE BLINDFOLD FROM BST IS BACK.

Does Jimin have a blindfold kink ???

Or was Yoongi just like “Okay, I’ll help you produce this but you gotta wear the blindfold again.”

That’s probably what happened.

www.thatbassbop.com/slap

Seriously that bass BOP.

Mikrokosmos

My friendship with my bestie has this as an anthem.

The last song that played at the concert. S A D.

This song is basically ARMY x BTS 4EVER.

Beautiful song thooo.

BTS waving their arms back and forth with ARMYs.

The whole crowd turing into a galaxy is YES.

It’s such a pretty tune! *crying*

Look Here

Not one of their more popular ones, but honestly one of my favs.

It’s so playful!

It reminds me of summertime.

Especially those RUN episodes where BTS was just jumping and playing in various pools.

Cue Yoongi sipping wine and judging the others.

Speaking of our soft boi...

Yoongi’s verse is F U N.

Namjoon’s “Whas wrong withchu?” IDK NAMJOON.

Pied Piper

ARE THEY SEDUCING US ???

All of the lyrics. Just all of them.

J-Hope breathily saying “I’m your guilty pleasure. You can’t escape, never.” OMFG OMFG wHat

Namjoon saying “This song is your reward. Good girl.” VSUnvIbGgggvsjGHEB

The vocalists saying “Follow the pipes” and “It’s dangerous but see, I’m so sweet.” *INTENSE HYPERVENTILATING*

Yoongi’s “So I’m dangerous, huh?”

Basically, this song is S M U T and S E X.

WHAT IF BTS ARE SIRENS AND THEIR SINGING THIS TO KILL US ??? I’m convinced.

Omg Siren BTS singing Pied Piper please drag me into the ocean and C H O K E me. I’m READY TO GO.

Heartbeat

So soft and sadish.

Sadish? Sad...ish?

Taehyung’s deep voice is MUCH APPRECIATED.

“My heart’s on fire for your love,” with J-Hope harmonizing with Jungkook and Jimin.

We stan a vocal boi that raps AND dances.

So What

Jungkook and Jimin are GOOFs.

Namjoon’s whole verse just HITS.

SUMMERTIME SONG.

THE WHOLE STADIUM WAS BOPPIN.

The base SLAPS me right in the face.

And I say, “Thank you may I have another?”

“SO WHAT?!”

The Truth Untold

OMG I SOBBED WHEN I FIRST HEARD THIS SONG.

S O B B E D.

It’s such a tragic song!!!

WAAHHHH

Okay I’m fine.

“But I still want you.” DON’T TOUCH ME I’M SOFT.

The powerful instrumental is BEAUTIFUL.

Steve Aoki, the KING.

134340

Yoongi’s whole verse is just YES.

“Ah, ah, ah. Hello.” “How have you been?” “I’ve been well, heh.” OMSVAIFHNWKSKFB

Yoongi’ voice is so smooth holy moly I’m not okay.

That weird vocal beginning but YES.

Daydream

J-Hope KING!!!

The music video is one awesome acid trip.

HE POKES A FISH.

Just the beginning is YES.

“My character’s like half and half, who knows?”

“Yeah, I know, I know, I know.”

So many classic literature references!

We all think Namjoon’s the only one who reads when J-Hope is an intelligent bookworm too!

“Like the hole that Alice fell in, like the road to Hogwarts.”

“So what I get drunk, till I go crazy. So what I go out, don’t think about work.”

BOOM! J-Hope in a red suit holding a microphone. YESSSS

The bass lowkey BOP.

“Wake up.”

Chicken Noodle Soup

BOP x 50,000

wHat is his hAiR ???

BECKY G

Korean, English, AND Spanish?! OMG my lineage!

Literally my dad is Korean, my mom is Mexican, and they had me and my sister in America so....

“Chicken noodle soup. Chicken noodle soup. Chicken noodle soup with a soda on the side.”

They brought a playground classic TO LIFE.

J-Hope singing about dancing is 100% good boi.

“Becky G on the side” cuz he knows that his first hoe is ARMY.

“Whatcha gonna do, whatcha gonna do?” I’m gonna listen to this on loop is what I’m gonna do.

Honestly an under-appreciated masterpiece.

The DANCE.

“Let me see you-“

[lacxfire]

RANDOM FACTS ABOUT THE MUN.

Repost, not reblog! Tag muns you would like to get to know better when done!

Name: I go by Sef! Nickname: I don’t have one as far as I know Age: 21 Faceclaim: ahhhh I’ve been trying to think of a good one, and I think I’m going to use Dick Greyson and Barbara Gordon, aka Nightwing and Batgirl Pronouns: lol Height: 5′....0″ D: Birthday: late April Aesthetic: chilly rainy weather, hot dark roast coffee, purring kitty, books stacked on the side, oversized plaid shirts and early/mid 2000s alt music Last song you listened to: “Thunder” by Imagine Dragons (the music video is so cool!)

Favourite muse(s) you’ve written:

Oh my gosh, okay. So. I’ve RPed on tumblr fours times with separate blogs over the past five years, and by FAR my favorite muse I’ve ever written is Madara. I love his history, the things that make him tick, his snark, just everything about him is fun to write. 

I’ve also RPed Izuna, and he’s just a snarky little shit that I loved to pieces too. There’s been two OCs as well, but man they were not a good time for me. I wasn’t there with my story building/writing yet lol. 

But yeah, Madara has been my favorite muse to write. 

What inspired you to take on your current muse (that you are posting this on):

The poor ending that he got. It makes me so mad, how Kishi killed Madara off. The conclusion to his arc makes me forever salty. 

What are your favorite aspects of your current muse:

AAAHHH okay, so I love the way he’s so unabashedly chaotic and willing to take on challenges. The way that he is honestly kind in his heart, who is someone who is willing to do literally anything for the people he cares about is fantastic.

Also, the sass and attitude is a lot of fun of course.

What’s your biggest inspiration when it comes to writing:

Hmmmmm I really get inspired by comic stories. I read a lot of comics, and lately the Injustice series has been amazing. Greek mythology too, though I try to keep that out of my threads. 

Favourite types of threads:

Ohhhhh I love love those more serious, plotted story-centered threads, but I’m also a huge sucker for casual sweet threads. Any time that I get to write Madara a bit darker than I usually do is also a good time. 

The biggest struggle in regards to your current muse:

Madara is a really complex, complicated character. I struggle with keeping him IC in threads that are lighter, and writing him in romantic and shippy threads feels harder than others. It’s a side of him I don’t have a lot of experience writing, but I love doing it. I’m excited to see where those threads end up going.

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