#and if anyone asks I’ll tell them it’s so more of my clothes DONT get ruined

[jaejoongs-nipple-piercing]

Air compressor broke at work the other day while I was cleaning. After getting doused with lots of water 5 times in a row (and moving over each time), the air compressor decided to hit me and ruined one of my favorite sweaters. There’s a giant brown stain on the back that spread after soaking it for 2 days and I can’t figure out why this crap keeps happening to me. I called the woman in HR but had to leave a message. So I’ll have to let the sweater be ruined so I can put it in a bag with my hoodie I was also wearing at the time and take them to work to show them that their equipment ruined my clothes. Even though they probably won’t do anything about it. And I called a local dry cleaning business and asked if they can get stains out-their answer was yeah but they can’t guarantee they’ll get the whole thing. I can’t get a replacement sweater because I bought it at least 3 years ago.

[thewonyoungeffect]

how to achieve the “wonyoung” aesthetic !!

people make it seem like you have to wake up super early, eat entirely healthy, have a really long workout routine to have the wonyoung aesthetic, but i’m here to tell you that is not the case at all !! wonyoungism is basically just being your best self like wonyoung, not being wonyoung.

PART 1: MENTALLY

to really get into the wonyoung effect, you have to work on your mental state!! i’ll show you some ways to start thinking positive and such !!

• DECLUTTER: go through your phone and just delete anybody who you don’t talk to anymore, if they don’t benefit you, are toxic, something like that, delete them

• YOU FIRST: start putting yourself first, learn how to say no, set boundaries, don’t let anyone take advantage of you or treat you how they wanna treat you.

• JOURNALING: try journaling, you can experiment with journaling in an attempt to get to know yourself better like your strengths, weaknesses, values, etc !! if you don’t like journaling, you can try different hobbies to see what you like and don’t like to do !!

• CONFIDENCE: work on your confidence, you can do this by experimenting with different styles (if you wear things you like, it can help you gain confidence), have friends that are confident and positive, and try stepping out of your comfort zone (this one isn’t easy so take your time with it)

• YOU TIME: start making days to just hang out with yourself !! you can do anything (movies, food, books) anything that makes you happy !! hanging out with yourself can help you understand who you are inside :)

(if you need anymore advice about this topic, feel free to ask me in my inbox or my comments💗)

PART 2: PHYSICALLY

if you wanna glow up physically, this is the section for you !!

•DRINK WATER: i cannot stress this enough, please drink water !! not only is it good for you but it has MANY benefits .. (eg: clearer skin, flushes out bad bacteria in your body and bladder, regulates your body temperature, and more) if you don’t like drinking water, you can try getting a cirkul water bottle or something like that, it’s water but it taste like juice and they have many different flavors!! my favorite is fruit punch !!!

if you cant afford that, you can just try adding fruit to your water (i suggest lemon)

• SKINCARE: skincare is important, no you don’t need a twenty step routine!! all you need is cleanser, moisturizer, and some sunscreen !!

DISCLAIMER: dont just go buying any skincare because the label is pretty, it might not suit your skin, figure out your skin type and buy items that suit your skin type.

make sure you do your skincare both day and night, it’s okay if you forget, we aren’t robots, we don’t need to be perfect everyday !!

first you cleanse (at least sixty seconds, helps remove dirt in your skin), rinse and then put your moisturizer (helps keep your skin soft and hydrated), then you put your sunscreen (helps protect your skin from skin cancer, sunburn, aging, etc)

• HYGIENE: along with skincare, it is important to shower regularly!! make sure you get all the important spots , and this is optional, but you can get some body scrubs to exfoliate your skin!!

(i made a similar post about this next section titled “how to look your best at school” it basically just covers all of this, but i’m gonna go over it again!!)

• HAIR: try a new hairstyle!! it can really enhance your look, you can try and find some that fit your face shape better or just try any !! it’s your life :)

STYLE: find your style, find out what clothes suit you, what clothes you like, your aesthetic !! don’t forget accessories :)

that’s all i have for now, i can make in depth blogs about any of these topics, feel free to ask‼️

[your-local-hoemie]

HEAR ME OUT SINCE ITS CHILDES BDAY TODAY RIGHT

What if we spend the entire day with him and then when we come home, we give him another surprise *wink wink* (pls tell me yk what i mean 😭😭 i dont know how to say these things withoit feeling awkward)

NS!FW. 18+ ONLY

AAAAA I’M SO SORRY THIS IS LATE!!! I’VE BEEN HIBERNATING!!!

JUST LIKE PRETEND IT’S STILL HIS BIRTHDAY DHXJHCIXJD

My fingers went nYoooooom! Also don’t feel awkward! I hear you and I shall feed you the crumbs of my brain basement

At least I hope this is what you mean otherwise I’m so sorry for your eyeballs-

warnings: ns!fw, Oral spice, lots of spicy words (I went all in for this one aaAAA), swearing, gn!reader, not proof-read.

Characters: Tartaglia (Childe is the worst name for spice istfggggg)

It had been a busy week preparing for the big day.

You could of been doing commissions, relaxing with friends, enjoying the beach and the warm summer sea, but no-

You had been practically ripping your hair out planning for you boyfriends birthday.

Tartaglia was a very… interesting character-

You knew he’d love whatever you got him but the thing is, nothing felt special.

He had the ability to buy anything he wanted, whenever he wanted. So trying to find something that would impress the ginger was becoming more challenging than his impromptu sparring “dates”.

That was until you caught sight of a small, very discreet looking stall hidden behind some crates near Liyue’s harbour that sold silk clothing that definitely wasn’t intended to stay on for long.

And so began your special birthday surprise~

“There’s my birthday boy!”

Running over to Tartaglia, you flung your arms tight around his waist.

The day In question had finally arrived and so had your mildly insane but lovable boyfriend.

“And there’s my favourite comrade! Didn’t miss me too much now did you?”

Smiling wildly, you rolled your eyes at him before the two of you started catching up on what he had been doing the past few days that he was away.

As a few minutes turned into hours, you both talked and walked around Liyue, visiting your favourite spots and giving him a giant whale plushie that you had spent the last few days seeing together, along with a extremely romantic dinner at the Liuli Pavilion.

When I say romantic I mean romantic-

The table was set with candles and silk flower petals, and not a chopstick to be seen, much to the gingers relief.

“You know, you’ve really impressed me this time. I don’t think I could of asked for a better birthday even if I tried”

“Good thing it’s not over then~”

“Not over? Have my irresistible charms finally decided to accept that sparring challenge you’ve been avoiding~”

Rolling your eyes, you promptly paid the bill before you decide to change your mind about the entire plan.

“No, you know I wouldn’t walk out of that alive. Now just shush and follow me”

Taking his hand, you eagerly pull him along in the direction to your home, not paying attention to the endless pestering of your boyfriend who’s curiosity was doing more than struggling to stay contained.

“Is it a surprise party?? Oh wait, did you kidnap someone for me!? Babe you’re so swe-”

“SHH! No I didn’t kidnap anyone and you should know not to say stuff like that while outside!”

Shaking your head in frustration, you finally reached your door.

Quickly unlocking it, you pulled Tartaglia in with a small grunt before closing it behind you.

“Alright, stay right there. I’ll be back now- and don’t get into trouble!”

“Huh? Wait- where are you going?”

With a giggle, you gave him a kiss on his cheek before running to your bedroom and closing the door.

Laying out on your bed was the outfit you got earlier that week.

Without hesitation, you pulled your clothes off and threw them to the floor, quickly putting on the outfit, albeit with some mild confusion to how it went on.

It was made from a delicate silk, framed with lace and ribbons that hung down your body, perfectly framing your figure.

Giving yourself a quick look over in the mirror, you took a deep breath and opened the door, peeking outside just incase your boyfriend was waiting outside.

Once you found the coast clear, you took a step out as started walking to the living room where you could hear him humming while obviously nosing around your belongings.

“Finally. you were taking foreve…r-”

Dropping a book he had been flipping through while waiting for you, Tartaglia’s expression shifted from shocked to embarrassed, then to a dangerously sly grin as the ginger took in your appearance.

“We’ll, well, well~ is it just the weather or did the room suddenly get extremely hotter”

Instinctively shrugging off his attempts at flirting, you took a step closer; placing your hand on his chest you pushed him down to the couch with a smug grin before sliding down between his legs.

“W-wow, really… really not wasting any time today, are we comrade~”

“I don’t want to keep the birthday boy waiting now, do I~”

With a purr in your voice, you began rubbing against his crotch that was already straining from his… impatience~

Working your hands against the growing tent in his pants, your fingers found their way the button before releasing his erection causing a quiet groan from the ginger who was now watching your every move like it was the most important thing he’d ever seen.

“So hard already? Just for me~?”

Grinning even more as you can’t help a sense of pride rush through your body, you placed soft kisses along his tip, moving down his shaft all the way to his balls before repeating the process, refusing to break eye contact with him.

Spending a few more minutes enjoying watching your boyfriend start to squirm and get impatient under your touch as your hand slowly pumped up and down his shaft, pulling out soft grunts of pleasure from him as you do.

Finally deciding that you’ve teased him enough you start to let your mouth do the work for you.

Still locking eyes with him, you rub his tip against your lips, savouring the taste of his pre already forming a pearl.

With one swift motion you slide his length inside your mouth, making Tartaglia let out a sharp moan as he threw his head back in pleasure.

“O-oh fuck… babe that’s… Ngh~”

You be lying if you did admit that it even shocked you a little, how well you took him all in first try.

Hearing him whimper and moan every time you bob your head up and down his length, enjoying his slightly salty taste.

“Archons, babe… keep going just like that~”

Feeling his hips start to buck into your mouth, pushing his length even further down, making you gag a little bit still not discouraging you from reaching your goal.

“Oh fUuck- babe I’m going to cum…~”

Without any time to brace yourself, you felt his fingers grip tightly onto your hair as he thrust his hips harder, causing you to gag even more and grip onto his thighs for support before he finally releasing his load.

“Holy fuck yes~!”

Pulling back to admire his breathless, shaking state, a trail of white dripping down your chin-

You can’t help but feel a little more excitement for the rest of the night as you pull out a pair of handcuffs from the draw next to the couch.

“I hope you’re not too tired just yet, I’ve got a lot more in store for you yet~”

This was so bad, I’m so sorry hdicufif.

I’m back into doing requests as normal now that’s I’m pretty much completely recovered eeeeee I’ve missed it so much T-T

[offbrandkyoya]

45 angel from heaven

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Luck is on your side since that photo has been taken down. You’ve heard a few people talk about it but when asked for proof, there’s no proof to show. You let out a sigh of relief and laid your head down on your desk. You took out your phone and played around on it.

You frowned, staring at Scaramouche’s contact. Your conversation felt short and sweet but you still wanted to talk to him. You love him so much it’s crazy. Though, you didn’t know what to say. You sat up, opened your notebook, and started to sketch your boyfriend. That reminds you that you have that art contest to work on. The lecture started and everyone takes out their laptops, including you. Though, you worked on your project instead of paying attention.

You know what you want to do but you still searched for some inspiration. Something that can help amp your vision. You went back to your sketchbook once more and began a rough draft. The draft is due in a few days but you wanted to submit early since you probably won’t have time to paint. Painting takes a while, for you at least. You want this to be perfect.

The lesson ends and everyone goes to leave. You stare at your draft and smile proudly. It’s messy but you can see what you were thinking. You put your stuff away and pop in your earbuds. You begin to head out and go to the cafe since it’s break. However, you feel someone tap your shoulder, causing you to stop. You turn around and was surprised to see Thoma. You put away your earbuds and had your full attention on him.

“Thoma, hi! Whats up?” He smiled, “I called for you but it seems you didn’t hear me.” You scratched your head. “Sorry.” “It’s okay. I was wondering if you wanted to eat together?” You blink, surprised. “Me?” He nodded. “Just you and me. You seem cool so I want to get to know you.” You blushed at that then nodded. “Sounds good.”

You guys make your way to the lunch hall and ordered what you wanted. “I’ll pay.” Thoma says and you shake your head. “N-No, I’ll do it.” He laughs, “It’s fine, seriously.” You let out a sigh and let him pay for the meal. You guys sit down somewhere at the back. You never ate at the lunch hall since you didn’t have many friends. Thoma seems nice so you hoped you guys can be friends. The guys always encouraged you to make some outside the friend group. They worry that when they’re somewhere, you’d be all alone. You tell them that’s nonsense.

“If it’s okay to ask, why can’t you tell people your actual boyfriend?” Thoma speaks up. You froze and looked down warily. This caused him to panic. “S-Sorry! I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable! Forget what I said!” You wave your hands and look at him. “N-No, it’s alright.” You cleared your throat. “Well, it’s cause he’s pretty famous.” Your cheeks turn red at how crazy you sound.

“P-Please don’t tell anyone this but the guy I’m dating is Scaramouche…” You whispered and awaited a crazy gasp or scream. Instead, Thoma didn’t have a wild reaction. He stares at you for a while before tilting his head with an apologetic smile. “Sorry but I don’t know who that is.” Your eyes widen. “Wait, for real?” He nods. “He’s from 5WIRL. You know, the new member?” Thoma shook his head. “Doesn’t ring a bell.”

“Huh.” You crossed your arms. “Do you at least know who 5WIRL are?” He shook his head again. “Damn.” You took out your phone and showed him a picture of scaramouche. “Him.” Thoma squinted, trying to think but nothing. “Sorry, I don’t know.” You’re shocked by this. Putting your phone away, you lean towards him, trying not to get your clothes dirty. “Wow, I’ve never met anyone who doesn’t know 5WIRL.” He blushed, feeling embarrassed.

“I know. I’m pretty much living under a rock. I dont even use my social media that much.” You gasped. “Holy shit!” Thoma’s face turned red causing you to giggle. “It’s okay, Thoma. You just made things easier for me.” “I did?” You nod, “Dont worry. Hopefully you don’t have to pretend to be my boyfriend for a long time.” He chuckled. “Right.”

You continued to eat until Thoma asked, “Can I see him again?” You perked up. “Hm?” “Ah, you don’t have to if you don’t want to.” “No, it’s okay.” You take out your phone again and showed him Scaramouche once more. He stared at him longer than before. “His face,” He starts. “It’s familiar.” You look at Scaramouche. “Does it?” He nods. “Yeah. For some reason, he reminds me of someone.” He sighs, “Unfortunately, I don’t remember who.” “Huh.”

It was your turn to stare. ‘I wonder who he’s talking about.’ Scaramouche has a slight feminine feature but it’s hardly noticeable at first. Then, you thought about the conversation you guys had on your last date. His mom was a singer. Perhaps that’s who Thoma is thinking about. You shake your head. ‘That’s dumb. Maybe it’s someone else.’

You put your phone away again. “Do you at least know who DCKZ are?” Thoma froze. “DCKZ?” “Yeah, they’re like really popular now.” Thoma shifted in his seat. “Oh, really?” “Yeah, it’s pretty crazy since 5WIRL were the popular ones before.” “I-I never knew that.” Thoma’s voice cracked and you noticed his face turn red. “Thoma, are you okay?” You asked, worryingly. “I’m fine. Sorry, you can continue.” “Are you sure?” “Yes, I’m sure.” You were hesitant but obliged, “I’m not really close to them but Scaramouche is friends with them.” “Oh wow.” Thoma relaxed a little.

“Yeah but that’s cause he’s friends with Childe.” You laughed to yourself. “Actually, Childe was the one who sent me your picture. I wonder why he had you.” Thoma drank his water as he laughed nervously, “I wonder too…” You didn’t want to be nosy. Childe told you it was private and that made you curious. You sigh, resisting the urge to ask. You notice people getting up and realized it’s time to go. “I’ll see you later then Thoma.” You said with a smile.

Thoma smiled too. “See you, Yn.” You guys were about to head in different directions but someone interfered, “Shouldn’t you guys be walking to class together?” You two stopped dead in your tracks and looked at each other in a panic. “Uh, Thoma and I have different classes.” “Still.” They started to hover around you. “At least do a goodbye kiss!” Thoma spoke up, “I’m not comfortable with public affection.”

They started questioning you both and it was getting on your nerves. You have to stand up for yourself. Suddenly, you placed your hands on your hips, saying, “If you guys aren’t convinced then that’s not our problem. I don’t know what you guys want us to do. If we say we’re a couple then we are! Our relationship is not some drama show you guys can watch!” You took a step forward and that made the rest take a step back. “Thoma is clearly uncomfortable with certain things and I don’t mind it. What matters is that we’re in love so go leech on another couple instead of us!”

You grabbed Thomas arm and pushed yourselves into the crowd to leave. You ignored the looks and whispers. You were just proud that you finally stood up for yourself from those dorks. Once at a good distance, you let go, and bowed in front of Thoma. “I’m so sorry about that.” “N-No, it’s okay! Please don’t blame yourself.” He forces you to face him. “Thank you for getting us out of there.” You laughed, “Hey, I couldn’t take them any longer.”

You smiled at each other. “I’m just glad I didn’t have to kiss you.” You say but then covered your mouth. “Not that I don’t think you’re a bad kisser! It’s because i have a boyfriend and I don’t want him to get the wrong idea plus it’s wrong to do either way and-“ He bursts out laughing causing you to shut up.

“It’s okay, I understand.” Thoma pats your shoulder. “A kiss should be reserved for your one true love” You blushed. “Thanks. Talking about this is making nervous.” He tilts his head, “How come? Kissing him makes you anxious still?” You shake your head as you turn fifty shades redder. “N-No, it’s because…” You began to whisper, “We haven’t had our first kiss yet…” Its Thoma turn to become red in the face. “Oh!”

You covered your face in embarrassment. “I know! I mean, it makes sense because we just started dating and stuff but imagining it makes my heart explode!” You cling onto Thomas arm. “THOMA WHAT IF IM A BAD KISSER?!” He panics, “I’m sure you’re not!” You let go and slap yourself causing Thoma to jump. “Yn!” “If it turns out he hates it then I’ll give up on everything.” “PLEASE DONT SAY THAT!”

You face him with curiosity, “Actually, Thoma, have you ever had your first kiss?” Thoma freezes up and you notice his whole body turn red. You gasp, “You have?! With who?!” He stutters, “U-Um, with a friend.” “Omg!” He nods and covers his face. “Please, let’s not talk about it.” You smile pitifully. “Okay, okay, I’m sorry.” He slowly uncovers his face. “It’s fine. It was so long ago. I didn’t even remember it till now.” You hummed. “Are you guys still friends?”

Thoma frowned and you decided to stop there. “Sorry.” He smiles warmly. “It’s alright. You didn’t mean any harm.” You smiled too. “You know, Thoma, you’re a really good person. I’m sure you’ll find someone.” He chuckled. “Thank you, yn.” You then pat his arm. “It’s their loss they had to miss out on a hunk like you.” Thoma turns red. “P-Please. I’m not that good looking.” “Uh, yes, you are. You’re the embodiment of a perfect man.” He turned his back to you. “Enough, I think I’m on fire.” You laugh. “I’m sorry!”

You pat his back, “Now I have to go. See you later, Thoma.” He faces you with a smile. “See you, Yn.” As you headed to class, you were happy that you finally made a friend.

- i 🩷 thoma

- such a shame i have to ruin his life

- i think thomas the type to get get flustered easily so sorry if he’s ooc

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[rule0fwolves]

100 rp sentence starters/dialogue prompts straight out of fanfictions I've written.

{feel free to change pronouns and wording as you need or see fit!}

ALSO DONT SAY ANYTHING ABOUT HOW RANDOM OR CHEESY THESE ARE I DONT WANNA HEAR IT

also also, a few of them are from WIPS that I have yet to unleash onto this hellsite or the other lame ones.

“Don’t play dumb. You knew how they felt. You were just stringing them on, right? You weren’t serious.”

“Woah, what’s up with you? You look pissed.”

“You did the right thing.”

“Worst of all, I miss you; the only one who deserves to be missed. You’re the only one who’s actually good for me.”

“You’re acting really distant for no reason. Well, maybe there is a reason, but how the hell would I know that if you don’t tell me?”

“I like you. More than a friend. I’m sorry I had to tell you like this.”

“What are you looking at me like that for?”

“You’re cute, I’ll give you that. But no amount of whining will make me tell you.”

“I better be the only man in your life. You’ll never find anyone as great as me, I promise.”

“Don’t worry baby, you’ll always be my number one”

“It’s gotten dark. Here, let me walk you home.”

“Duh? I, A, have found a movie that I think you, B, would like so I, A, am asking you, B, to see a movie with me.”

“Omg yes! I can’t wait to actually meet you! I want to go everywhere with you.”

“You can think about work later, okay? Let’s run away.”

“You remember our secret paradise, don’t you?”

“You need to take better care of yourself, bub. Whenever you need me, I’m here. I’ll help you.”

“Yeah. I remember you crying like a big baby when ___ called you average.”

“I am manifesting that ___ doesn’t actually like me and is actually confessing something else.”

“I’m gonna need at least 3 years before I can come back from that shit.”

“What kind of damage have you done you dumbass!!”

“SHE DOESN’T KNOW ANYTHING I SWEAR ON MY MAMA”

“THIS WOULDN’T BE A PROBLEM IF YOU WEREN’T A PUSSY AND YOU JUST CONFESS ALREADY!!”

“___ told me to say “mind ur business <3””

“Sorry, my lips are (forcibly) sealed.”

“Count your days, ___. Sleep with one eye open from now on.”

“You are so jealous it is so funny”

“I’M TELLING ___ YOU WANNA HAVE AN AFFAIR”

“I’m happy for you! I know you were pretty upset, so I’m glad things worked out.”

“Sorry about that. I panicked. Thanks for helping me out.”

"I don't really feel like working on the project today."

"Let's just hang out. Tell me more about yourself. You haven't told me much."

"Oh my god I've thought about this so many times, you have no idea.”

“Hey, pretty. Do you have a pen?”

“You should stay home. Rest a little. I’ll have fun for you.”

“Awww, you’re so eager.”

“I don’t want to stay just friends…. I like you too much.”

“Just lean on me. I won’t let you go.”

“Live for me.”

“I forgot to bring some clothes with me last night, and I thought you wouldn’t mind if I wore something of yours…”

“We’re done, _____. I’ve seen enough. I knew this was happening but I chose to ignore it. I chose to have faith in you and this is how you repay me? I guess I made the wrong choice. Thanks for nothing, asshole.”

“Of course you would, anything for just a kiss,” 

“Go, go! I don’t want you to get in trouble for me.”

“Thanks. I don’t know what I’d do without you and your layers,”

“Well if it turns out you rejected me, then I wouldn’t have to see your stupid face again afterwards and I wouldn’t have to feel awkward about it.”

“Say it again! Say you like me!”

“I’ll kill her if you want me to. No one hurts my ____.” (joking)

“Says you, Mr. Five Foot Nine Inches!!” (can go for any height under 5’11” or 180cm)

“It’s dark out there and you never know what could happen.”

“Thanks for coming over. I feel a lot better.”

 “Don’t worry, sweetheart, it was just a joke.”

“____! Let me go! You smell, go shower!”

“It’s been a month already, but that doesn't make it hurt any less.”

“I couldn’t find an umbrella… And I didn’t know it would be raining that hard. It was only sprinkling when I left”

“Oh my god thank goodness it’s you. My friends ditched me.”

“What the fuck are you doing? Get off me!”

“I like the way she looks at me. And I like how she always cares about me. And the way her eyebrows furrow together whenever she’s confused and the ways her eyes sparkle when she’s amazed by something. And of course I love her attention.”

“Don’t get rid of your feelings for me. Don’t forget me. Don’t like anyone else.”

“Hey, instead of sleeping on the couch, could you sleep with me? I’m sure it would be much more comfortable and better for your back.”

 “How’s it going my little emo buddy?”

“Not exactly stalking… Just… Watching. I don’t want you to get hurt. That guy is just a player. I can give you everything you need.”

“You really hate love, don’t you?”

“You’re such a great friend. What did I do to deserve you?”

“If you ever show your face near me or my friends spewing bullshit, I’ll make sure you can never walk again.” 

 “I won’t stop you. You’re not mine anymore.”

“I just think… I need some space. We should… Take a break.”

“I’m so sorry, ____. I’m sorry I pushed you away. I’m sorry for being so selfish. I’m just… I’m just so scared, (nickname).”

“(full name), I’m in love with you. And that scares the shit out of me.”

“I don’t want to hurt you. I don’t want to hurt you more than I already have.”

“I’ve liked you since day one, ____. You can hurt me all you want.”

“Let’s keep it that way. I don’t want you dating until you’re 30.”

“What are your intentions with ____?” 

“I’ll burn you alive if you even think about doing something to ____,”

“Everyone be nice to her or else you’ll be eating wood chips for breakfast, lunch, and dinner”

“Be more careful next time. Your friends would have my head if I let you get hurt,”

“Don’t you get lonely?”

“ You really look the opposite of okay.”

“You’re upset over a 97 percent?”

“ I’m just so disappointed in myself.”

“You can uh… Pay me back later if you really feel that bad about it.”

“You were glowing.”

“It’s what you’re thinking though, right? Why bother with the fake kindness, hm?”

“Do you want to watch a movie? I have Netflix.”

“I’ve only ever skated once and I was terrible at it.”

“Alright, we can take it slow. I won’t let go of you until you feel confident in yourself. Okay?”

“Where did you get that information?”

“I am going to murder that motherfucker.”

“Babe, come on. Your feelings are totally valid. He gave you mixed signals. Even if it was fake, you have a right to feel upset.”

“Who is ____ and why are you out for his blood?”

“I’m so sorry. I tried so hard to get over him, I did. I wanted to like you back, but I can’t. I’m still so helplessly in love with ____.”

“Please don’t force yourself to like me. You can’t help who you love.”

“Have a good nap. But before you do, there’s a… present.... in your room.”

“We need to talk. I’m serious this time. Please just listen.”

“I know the relationship was fake, but I swear to you, my feelings are not.”

“I am just about as in love with you as you are with me.”

“I’ve never felt this way about anyone before you.”

“Let’s start over. For real this time.”

“Your brother is terrifying.”

“He’s been hanging out with ___ too much, the stupid is rubbing off on him.”

“You… You want me to choose…?”

“I’m not the ordinary monster that lives in your closet or under your bed. I’m way fucking worse.”

[moonlit-void-to-the-far-unknown]

Logan Roy would 1000% send his children to be institutionalised if they were more blatant about there mental illnesses.

Like all of the Roy family has sever mental illnesses let’s be real here how can they not growing up like they did.

But I see so many ‘being the youngest Roy sibling’ HC and I keep thinking about being the youngest Roy sibling and showing sever signs of bi polar or depression or schizophrenia *hey hey I have bi polar, depression and had schizoaffective disorder so I can say that shit ain’t fun* so here some Hc? Brain dribble about that.

So it’s under readmore and yeah also I am

Someone who has been in a psych ward many times *dont ask* so I feel qualified to make this.

Like they show signs of it being sever, sever and like they get dealt with, when there like a kid and Logan just punishes them like they are having tantrums. But by like maybe early to mid 20s it becomes very clear when they try to off themselves.

That’s when Logan says ‘fine we’ll deal with this the old fashion way’ and let’s just say the siblings are ya know sitting with the youngest Roy at Logan’s house when the men in white jackets come and basically yank them up and the whole time the others are screaming like ‘the fuck is going on?!’ And the youngest is just screaming for them to let them go and maybe even tries to grab onto Kendall or Roman or shiv while being dragged out.

After logan explains, your just going to a hospital that can better treat you, and help you deal with your mental state better.

Connor fully riots when he hears this happened, storms into Logan’s office with Kendall and Roman behind him trying to ya know stop the fight that’s about to kick off and Connor is fuming like

“You fucking bastard! You already locked my mother up, your once wife! But that’s not enough so you lock your fucking kid up?!” Like this is an anger I don’t think anyone’s ever seen in Connor.

And Connor is the one to visit you every day, he brings you things you may need, or just things he hopes you can decorate your little space in your room with.

Roman brings you like the things you can’t sleep with out at night, like a special stuffed animal or a blanket or pillow. He’s the one who jokes about you being the actual crazy one, and like he gets the need to deflect with dark humor.

Shiv is the one who brings you the clothes you actually would wear, and not the random stuff that Logan had a house keeper pack for you. When she first visits to bring them your in a full on hospital gown because you refuse to wear what Logan gave you.

Kendall is the most awkward when he visits because yeah he went to rehab but like, this is way more lock down and he maybe realises that this could have happened to him if he didn’t ya know get a control on his shit like he tries to.

You meet Tom while still in the ya know hospital and fully tell shiv if she marries him you have a free bed in your room if she needs it.

Logan basically 51-50ed you so like the resentment against him is real, it’s like not good.

You spend like a solid almost 2 years institutionalised. But when you get out, Connor has a welcome home party for you. Everyone comes out, except Logan cause Connor was not about to have that KO fight happen.

You have always been closest to Roman, not really sure why but you two just get each other better and oh the jokes you both make at each other, like makes everyone else so uncomfortable. When eating at the like welcome back dinner he switches your silver wear for plastic and you joke like

“Plastic can still hurt. Wanna see” and like he knows it’s a joke but everyone else gets that like uncomfortable vibe about them

“If I can’t joke about it, I’ll cry about it, so we joke yes? Do you want me to jump off the roof cause-“

Roman casually jokingly makes sure your taking your meds everyday like texts or calls or quips like

“So how’s today? You eat? Take your fucking crazy pills that make you see god or whatever…” like very obvious but very Roman.

I just, I have feelings alright…

[sutherkins]

living on the same floor as peter and always brushing past him in the hallway…one day ur doing laundry and only ur sexy lingerie that you literally never get to wear is clean and you walk past him and hes holding his own clean laundry walking back to his apartment. when ur cleaning ur like oh damn i need to wash the clothes im wearing and ur like well fuck ill have to be half naked if i wash them rn but u dont want to make another trip so you lock the door to the room and strip until ur just in the lingerie and ur playing games on ur phone while ur laundry is going but at some point theres a knock on the door and you jump and your phone falls on the ground. you realize when you go to pick it up that you’re literally in your underwear and have nothing to cover yourself with. you rush to the door making sure it stays locked and ask who it is. “uh, peter from four two three”. ur like “oh christ” because its the hot guy who lives a couple doors down from you that you always walk past in the hall and your forehead leans forward to hit the door because of course out of everyone it could be outside the door it just had to be him. peters like “are you okay?” and ur like “well to be completely honest im only in my underwear and my laundry still isnt done and i literally have nothing to cover myself with”. peter laughs and ur like “its not funny you jackass!” but peter tells you he isnt laughing at you. hes laughing because he was just doing laundry and he thinks he left something in the dryer. you’re a little 🤔 cause why does that matter? you even ask him so. he tells you “well, i was coming to get it but seeing as how you clearly need it more you can borrow it until your laundry is done”. u ask him what it is and its just a pair of sweats but ur like its better than nothing so u ask him if hes sure its okay for you to borrow them and hes like of course its okay im the one who offered. so u put em on and they feel so warm from just being in the dryer and ur like “these are awesome!” because “are mens sweatpants made differently? these are so much more comfortable than mine.” peter starts to laugh and immediately stops when you abruptly unlock and open the door and he almost falls on you but catches himself on the doorway and for a moment he was basically face to face with ur chest in the sexiest bra u own and whipped his body back up so fast because oh my god its the pretty girl from down the hall and you’re literally wearing his clothes and a red lacey bra and he’s suddenly wondering of the bottom half matches the top. ur looking at him like you know he looked at your chest and its because you do. most guys do it and have been for years so it doesnt surprise you anymore. what does surprise you is how nervous he looks. you may have a big chest but you’ve never thought you were intimidating, let alone pretty enough for anyone to be nervous around you. now You get nervous and cross your arms to cover yourself.

“thanks for letting me borrow these. i promise i’ll wash and return them.”

“don’t worry about it” he thinks about telling you that you can keep them but worries thats too weird to say since neither of you have really ever talked so instead he asks if you wanna borrow his sweatshirt just in case others end up showing up in the laundry room. as nervous as you are about wearing even more of his clothes you’d rather be nervous about that than having others in your building see you in just sweats a a bra, especially the one you were wearing. so you agree and while hes taking it off the shirt hes wearing underneath rides up a bit and you see some skin 👀 no ones ever been this nice to you especially someone this attractive and you’re actually really grateful to put on the sweatshirt and be fully covered again. when its on you repeat what you said earlier about mens clothes being more comfortable than womens and that even your comfiest sweatshirts arent as nice as his. peter blushes from your words and also from seeing you head to toe in his clothes. you’re still marveling at how much better it feels and peter just smiles sooo wide. “thanks for this, peter. im sure this isnt how you planned your trip to the laundry room going but i appreciate it anyways” peter tells you its really no problem and that hes happy to help. he ends up leaving to go back to his place while you stay and wait for your laundry (you don’t need to stay, but its a nice excuse to get out of your apartment for a little bit). when you’re done you dont take off peters clothes and load your basket with your now clean clothes and make your way back to your floor. when youre walking down the hall to your door, peter just comes out of his place in his work attire, a black suit, and your heart starts racing because he looks so so good and you’re still wearing the clothes he let you borrow even though you’re carrying a basket full of clean clothes that actually belong to you. you smile and tell him you’ll return his clothes tomorrow. he smirks but like the happy smiley kind because shes still wearing my clothes!!! and says “see ya tomorrow.”

[chaotic-evil-frog]

GOOD OMENS FANS WHO CAN DRAW COMICS AND STUFF! please I am begging anyone to draw a comic of archangel Azi forcing Crowley into an Angel.

Like Crowley would be very distraught and sad, he’d take a walk in the park and then stop at the ice cream man and order a vanilla flake, he’d begin to ask for a strawberry popsicle but then hesitate and just ask for the vanilla flake. Once he gets his ice cream he’d begin to leave but then he’d be kidnapped by angels (this is all very similar to s1 ep6)

Once he arrives in heaven he’d be like, “oh great another 3xecut1on, you really wana try this again?” He’d be surrounded by the other archangels but Azi would be mysteriously missing…? Then Crowley would struggle in the white rope chair.

“Oh not quite soo Crowley” Then moving past the archangels comes Aziraphale comes through and smiles down at Crowley.

“Angel? What are you doing? What is this?” He’d say in a rushed panic that wasn’t present before.

“Oh Crowley, wait an see…” he’d keep his kind smile however something dark and twisted lies beneath it, you’d compare it to a demon however it was far to *holy* for that.

“Aziraphale! What are you doing!” Crowley shouts but to no avail.

The Angel just hums some song Crowley couldn’t place.

“AZIRAPHALE!”

“Oh Crowley, *insert some poetic line about how much Aziraphale loves Crowley, and forgave him for leaving, like: ‘we’ve been together in every century, why brake that streak right before eternity’ or ‘I said I forgave you, but I will never forget about you’ or something way more poetic I can’t think off•

“Aziraphale, I DONT WANT THIS! I don’t want heaven!-“

“But you fell so long ago, you can’t remember how good heaven was!”

“ANGEL LISTEN TO ME!”

“Oh but I remember, I remember it all, I can still see your smile after creating that nebula…”

“What…?”

“Oh I can’t recall a time you were that happy, ever.”

“ Oh and I remember your tip about the suggestion box! Now that I’m in charge I can put up a suggestion box if you’d like!”

Crowley is in pure shock, it’s more of an open ended look where you can’t quite tell what he’s thinking.

“Oh and once you join us I’ll put you right back on star creation!”

Aziraphale looks all too pleased with himself,

“Please tell me you want this! Please tell me you’ll join me!” Aziraphale begs Crowley.

There’s a beat of silence before Crowley raises his head to face the angel.

“No,”

“What?”

“No, I’ll never join heaven again.”

“Bu-But Crowley! It’s me! I’m Heaven! This is all my plan!”

“You aren’t heaven, Angel, you’re just a pawn in some almighty’s ineffable plan”

“Well fine then, if you can’t see eye to eye with me then that’s that.”

Crowley sighs thinking this is over.

“Start the reinstatement.” Aziraphale says as he turns away from Crowley

“WHAT! Angel no. NO, AZIRAPHALE, STOP IT!”

He screams in anguish as his wings are forced out, only for them to start withering and decaying alongside his body, his skin seems to be flaking off, revealing something new underneath.

As the last feather falls off his raven wings he sighs. Believe in Thai to be over but he feels something, something beneath his skin. Then he shrieks as two stark white wings ripe out of his back and tear their way through his body.

He’s in such pain he hasn’t even noticed that his entire form has been remade. His skin now as smooth as a cherub, his once snakeish eyes now a kind doe brown, and his clothes, his stylish sleek black ensemble now traded out for a white ride, not even his snake skin boots remained.

The only thing remotely similar to his demonic self was his hair, still a firey red. He was freed from the chair, well not so much freed as the chair vanished beneath him.

He fell to the floor, flapping his sore new wings.

He looks as Aziraphale kneels down to her level, “ Ah, there we are angel!” Aziraphale muttered as he grabbed Crowley’s face in between his hands.

“Welcome back!” And with that Crowley was left alone on the floor heavens office, surrounded in blood. Such a nice way to get over a breakup

[jinkicake]

Sigh,,,,, scaramouche is really bringing my “ in love w mean unhinged men” behavior out😭 like Jesus Christ he’s so,,, not to mention all the hot scaramouche cosplayers giving me butterflies 😒 like him being all “ like a whore, you're taking this dick so fuckin' good. like getting treated like my toy?” Is 🥴 I can feel the feminism and self respect leaving my body when I see art of him w a smirk. Like good lord something about short men w huge dicks is crazy!! Bc if he looks at me and tells me to shut the fuck up imma do it, depending on the day bc I still like to fight at heart. But he’s literally the peak of the most disrespectful sex ever and I’m so down for it😭 and it sucks that I just started arcane and all the trash ass men in that show have me trapped too😔😔 scaramouche is so annoying bc on some hand he could do all the work bc he wants to let off steam but on the other he likes to torture people; like if you don’t come to him he will let you sit in your embarrassment. Like rip if you want to confess your feelings bc he will act dumb as hell until you say it. “so desperate for it, aren’t you? if you want it, you better start taking it” like not having to ask for the dick properly 😒 but also a “ don’t ask anyone else I’ll do it” mf. Like if you’re only fwb with him bc he doesn’t want to commit first literally just stand next to any other person like he will buy a ring THAT DAY💀 texts you at 4:45 am for a booty call but he really just wants to be held but he can’t say that so he gotta fuck you instead to obtain cuddles😭 “i bet you think you’re real cute letting them put their hands all over you, wait until they see who you really belong too” like he’s SUCH A BRAT and if he’s not checked it will only get worse!! Like he literally has not a single card in all of teyvat I think it’s crazy bc he would send you to the Tsaritsa covered in bites And bruises with his cum running down your leg he doesn’t care!! LikeSGDHDJD at some point they gotta start feeling bad for you bc even dottore is like “ you can hide under my desk he won’t find you there”😭😭 childe gotta sneak you out of Snezhnaya but rip bc he will always find you in the end😔😔 might run away just so he can chase me tho🥰🥰

no literally you get it... he's unhinged, he's terrible!! everything i like in a m4n! i dont get why im not more obsessed with him.... i suppose i can only have kaeya in my heart </3

NO LISTEN, I GET IT. I REALLY DO GET IT. the cosplayers and fanarts are hot and all the fanon shit written about him is so hot but then i look at a picture of him and i see the literal puppet and it makes me laugh. i can't look at pictures of him or else i will LAUGH T T but i know how you like your men short sooooooooooo hehehe you're doing great charity work!!!! kekekek

honestly, i think you could take him and win. i know it! but, i know youd also purposely lose to scara smhhh!!!!

NOT ARCANE?! YOU TOO?! ugh is it worth watching? my friend told me to watch but then my other friend begged me not to watch it LMFOA

omgggg no im sorry i love possessive scara sm like this crazy bitch locks you away from everything and keeps you in the finest clothes and has you there only for his eyes.... could you imagine how insane that fucking puppet would go if he couldn't find you? like if the fatui were hiding you from him!? we saw how he acted w the sleeping loser like he k!lled literal agents sooooooo he would literally go feral. and honestly, i can get behind that. I love angsty and desperate scara who has lost the one thing he could never lose.... oh and the punishment that you would suffer once he finds you.... omgggg where are the yandere writers at? please, im begging you to take this! he would be completely evil like his heart would break from the betrayal and would never mend after- angst is too much fun!

no bc his punishments would be horrendous... -i had to share a few more thoughts- like overstimulation one night and then edging another night and then keeping you locked in your room for weeks with no contact until you're crying and begging in his arms when he finally reveals himself again... he'll make sure that you know he's the only thing left on this planet for you.... you'll have it fucked into your mind as he ties you down to each post of your bed and spends all night showing you how much he needs you

[swampgallows]

the usual

im mad because im trying to read books again, specifically trying to pick up toxic parents and body keeps the score again so i can try and Help Myself basically now that im back in the limbo of having no therapist. but trying to concentrate on shit and hunker down and learn things when i know it’s good for me i swear it’s like a flashbang goes off in my brain and everything just whites out. ‘concentrate’ isnt even the right word for it because it’s like i cant even begin to get started. it’s like staring into the sun to even begin to think about stuff i guess, it’s all so overwhelming. i want so much about my life to change, so much, so badly, so drastically, but so much of it just doesnt feel feasible that it’s like ive implanted this mental block in my brain to even dream of change because it’s too caustic. 

that ‘autistic masking’ article about the boy who would build and paint his models at night then clean everything up so he left no trace of himself... i think about how much ive whittled myself down and have tried to take up very little space. how i dont play my music on speakers, dont draw anymore, basically only took up writing more because it was something that was between me and a notepad document and didnt take time the same way as drawing, and wasnt possible to immediately consume like a drawing (people grabbing my sketchbook and just flippantly turning the pages, skimming past drawings that took me hours in favor of minute long sketches, glancing at drawings that were supposed to express my deep feelings and having immediate reactions of disgust or ridicule)

i make kandi put it on a chain then put it away. it cant really go anywhere anyway, not like i’ll be attending raves again any time soon. i have no reason or place to wear my ‘fun clothes’ anymore. i wore what i thought was a cute outfit at christmas and even my immediate family had some shit to say about it. i wore a pair of stockings that ive had (and worn) since i was 14  years old. i wore them to my very first raver day at disneyland. and theyre surprised when i wear them now? like they havent seen them before????

even here i was about to say “i tire of myself” and close this window or hit post and stop here, but literally my blog is one of the only places i can actually express myself somewhere and send it out to a place where it’s seen. yeah i can write things down in my journal and ‘express myself’ there so that “personal stuff” isnt online but... i already do that. set up my models and paint them late at night, then put them away before anyone sees in the morning. djing only in my headphones at 4am, pulling them off periodically to make sure they arent too loud even through the headphones. lighting candles but opening the window so there isn’t “too much” scent. 

if im autistic or have adhd or some combination of the two, then my whole family is too and all undiagnosed (save for maybe my dad. i think he’s the closest one of us to being ‘normal’). i took that blorbo quiz and it asked “How would they describe themselves?” 

how would -i- describe myself? i dont know. people tell me im smart and funny. i think it’s because they cant think of anything nicer to say.

Part of me is still chasing the approval of all the world’s English teachers. Getting compliments on my writing makes me feel like my life matters. And I still struggle to ask for love and affection when a real, flesh and blood human is looking me in the face. It’s difficult for me to believe someone might care for me as an equal, and like things about me other than my intellect. I frequently have to remind myself I’m no longer a child, and don’t need approval of the “adults” anymore.

as long as im stuck living with my parents im going to perpetually be the child. it’s also really fucking frustrating knowing how ill prepared i am to live as an adult. even when i had a job i had to quit it so i didnt kill myself. i dont think just getting a job is the answer, though i know it’s a mandatory piece of the puzzle. ugh god

[lilchicknugg]

things that make me happy:

- reading romance books…oh how i love love love my books! theyre the best part of my day.

- listening to nice songs as i lay in bed or go about my day. there are just some songs that i love more than myself.

- halloween themes

- jumping around

- dancing in the shower with cold water blasting on me

- spending time with my family…sometimes

- the idea that one day i’ll fulfill my super fucking awesome bucket list!

- being alone/ not talking to anyone

- talking to myself

- cold temperatures + cozy clothes and blankets

- when my bed feels like a hotel bed. sometimes i just really need those vibes

- fresh air

- smelling good/feeling soft after showers. i dont know but it just makes me so happy.

- nice hair days. need i say more.

- lighters. something about holding it and igniting the flame is so comforting to me

- building legos! i love legos so much. my biggest set as of now is the hogwarts castle from harry potter with exactly 6,020 pieces. i have yet to build it but when my family’s new house gets finished building i’ll finally have the space to build the hundreds of lego sets my dad bought.

- learning spanish (when im not tired)

- sending/receiving emails. there’s something so special about it that makes me love it so much but no one uses email for personal matters anymore which i find so sad.

- organizing. in a way it makes me feel like i have control over some aspects of my life.

- taking walks around my ginormous school…but only when im alone

- drinking tea in my living room as the sun’s out and it’s windy. it makes me feel as though im actually living and enjoying life.

- physical touch (only from people i like). even though im deathly afraid of it, to me, physical touch in any way in so intimate and loving that it makes me feel all warm inside when it does happen.

- people who i can talk to without constantly having to filter myself or give great thought into what im about to say

- chocolate cake. i am obsessed with chocolate cake i’ll eat it any form or shape. they make me so indescribably happy.

- receiving (unexpected) compliments. as u can tell, im extremely attention deprived so any compliment really just makes my day.

- chicky! my emotional support stuffed duck who i hug every night as i go to sleep

- my website!! a while back i made a simple html coded website that acts as a journal of all the books i have ever read along with my rating for it and nothing beats the feeling of adding another book into the roster. as of now, my review/thoughts about my books are up on a twitter account i made specifically to talk about my books but one day (when im not lazy) i’ll create a page layout where i can insert my reviews about books.

- grilled cheese sandwiches. wowowowow how i loove grilled cheeses. theyre an all time favorite food!

- living rooms! no matter what house im staying in, i always always hang out in the living room and theyre especially great in afternoon bc i love the atmosphere where the sun is shining and its slightly warm out

- pool/beach days :) i love everything about them—the sun, the water, swimming. if i could live in the water, i would!

- the feeling of sun shining on me

- sushi. i am actually obsessed with sushi and will eat it for every single meal if left unchecked.

- anything fuzzy really. fuzzy blankets, socks, shoes, headbands. despite what everyone says about it being too hot, its my favorite material!

- fandoms. i love seeing other people geek around and be equally excited about certain tv shows and movies as me. its such a nice feeling and makes me feel bonded to them especially when its about a rather niche fandom.

- freshly baked cookies

- when people ask the right questions about me

- random acts of kindness. not just to me, but experiencing it around me as well is such a beautiful thing

- tumblr and reddit :) i love anonymous apps and how everyone is so real about themselves. there aren’t any facades and pretentiousness.

July 2, 2023 (Sunday)

[artqueen02]

I posted 121 times in 2022

That's 121 more posts than 2021!

18 posts created (15%)

103 posts reblogged (85%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@dizzypiglinz

@aroaceconfessions

@ace-aussie-asshole

@litners-lending-library

@compassionatereminders

I tagged 42 of my posts in 2022

#carry on - 4 posts

#asexual - 3 posts

#snowbaz - 3 posts

#gay - 3 posts

#simon snow series - 3 posts

#awtwb - 2 posts

#long post - 2 posts

#(depending on how long it takes/the amount of notes this gets i might give a hint) - 2 posts

#ttp - 2 posts

#spotify wrapped - 2 posts

Longest Tag: 137 characters

#im hooked on the simon snow series although i’ve finished the books i wanna read snow for xmas but i can’t get scattered showers anywhere

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

OKAY OKAY OKAY OKAY I NEED A VER SPECIFIC SORT OF SNOWBAZ FIC RN: SECRET DATING (AT WATFORD NO NON MAGICAL AU OR ANYTHING) AND PENNY GETTING SUS AND BEING A DETECTIVE AND FINDING OUT OR LIKE THEM TELLING HER JUST BEFORE SHE FIGURES IT OUT HERSELF OR KIKE HER WALKING IN ON RHEM SNUGGLING OR KISSING OR JUST BEING LIKE CUTE LIL BOUFRIENDS OR SKMETHING UST PEN FINDING OUT SOMEHOW PREFERABLY ON AO3

(no smut please)

4 notes - Posted November 28, 2022

#4

I was suprised by the lack of genderbent snowbaz for the wlw coc prompt so I made a thing. I litterally wrote this in half an hour, and it hasnt been BETA'd or proofread so its really short thats fun.

Cw: brief mention of breasts but in like a very non-sexual way

also dysphoria ig?

It went sorta angsty i swear that was not intended

anyways under the cut

Read It On AO3

Baz

Crowley I hate this so much. 

My hair is too long. And I cant get comfortable with these infernal breasts. Aleister Crowley. 

Some fourth year was trying to help their friend with a transitioning spell and completely butcherd it and  now everyone on campus is cursed with being in the wrong body for a day. 

Though I suppose for some it would be the right body. For some it would be more of a blessing than a curse.

Not for me.

Snow is sitting next to me, raking his (Her? His.) fingers through my hair and trying to convince me that its all going to be okay. Aleister Fucking Crowley, Snow, of course its not going to be okay, this is an absolute disaster. 

What if it dosent go away after a day?

“Hey, Baz, love? This is all gonna work out, you know? The spell will wear off after a day - maybe two at the longest - and everything will be back to normal - no, not Normal just normal”

I don’t respond

“Love? We should probably get up and get dressed now, hey? We have to get to class”

Merlin and Morganna I dont have any clothes. I make no effort to move, there’s no way I’m going to class today. 

“Okay love, you can stay here, but I’m going to go to classes today, okay?”

He moves arround the room, getting ready for the day. Once hes ready to leave, he stops by my bed. 

“Is it alright if I kiss you?”

“Yeah” No

He kisses me, and its all wrong. Nothing’s the right shape, nothing fits. I pull away and hide under my quilts. (Because I’m pathetic) (Ask anyone).

“Alright, love. Im gonna head off now okay? I’ll check in on you between clasess, if you want to talk about anything, let me know, alright?”

4 notes - Posted December 6, 2022

#3

Okay so I’m listening to love and luck rn and I have come to the conclusion that Kane and Jason are literally Drew and Harrison from kaleidotrope just in a different lifetime

ALSO I NEED MORE GAY FICTIONAL PODCASTS LIKE THE TWO PRINCES, KALEIDOTROPE, AND LIVE AND LUCK A SAPPHIC ONE WOULD BE GOOD

6 notes - Posted September 11, 2022

#2

Just got my period and feeling extremely sapphic and In need of a gf to cuddle in the middle of the night

6 notes - Posted July 17, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Nico likes

Because

Isn’t his type

21 notes - Posted July 16, 2022

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[silver-hwaberry]

FIVE: taste like strawberries

Warnings: suggestive, very brief dry humping, a little over the clothes touching, brief mention of mental health (no details)

word count: 6.2K

Waking up to my first morning in the apartment was strange. For starters, I wasn’t used to a large bed. My old bed was a mattress on the floor that I would fold up during the day. The large window was on the other side of the room than my old one and the sunlight was coming through it too. It was actually nice to wake up to the early morning sun shining through the net curtain. And somehow during the night, I had lost both my pillows to the floor. Only my cuddle plushie was still on the bed.

I put on my glasses so I can see where I am going as I do that morning zombie shuffle into the bathroom. I quickly wash my face and brush my teeth before going back into my room and pulling some clothes out of my suitcase. 

My usual morning routine is going for a run. I just put my headphones on and block out the world for a little. I had struggled for a couple of years with my mental health and with the help of my uncle who runs a fitness centre; I found exercise helped me. It was now something I did most weekday mornings.

I throw on a beanie hat to cover my wild hair before leaving my bedroom. I jump slightly as I walk into the lounge to see Yeosang there. It is 5.45am; I wasn’t expecting anyone to be up yet.

“Morning Luna.” he smiles at me

“Morning.” I reply gruffly, my voice still is ‘morning voice’ mode so I clear my throat to sound less manly.

“Did you sleep well?” he asks, standing up from the sofa

“I did. The bed was really comfortable.” I answer.

“We are going to get you some new furniture for your room next week.” He says.

“Oh, I don’t need anything new.” I say.

“You do. Everything in there is old. Plus, you need to make the room your own. It is your own space in the apartment so it should be somewhere you love.” he says.

I already know it will be useless to fight them on these types of things. 8 against 1 is not a fair fight, anyway. 

“Do you want a coffee?” he asks, moving into the kitchen as I follow him

“No, I dont normally drink coffee, unless I have barely slept and need it. I was actually planning to go for a run around the block a few times the now.” I say. “Would it be ok if I took a bottle of water from the fridge?” 

“Of course you can. If it doesn’t have a name on it, it is up for grabs.” he laughs, getting a bottle for me.

“Ah, I guess that makes sense with so many of you living here.” I laugh too. “I’ll make sure not to steal anyone’s food then.”

“I don’t think you will need to worry about that. None of us would mind if it was you.” he smiles at me.

He reaches out to me, holding the bottle of water and as I take it, my fingers brush against his, causing us both to smile shyly at one another.

“Do you need the code for the door?” he asks, rubbing the back of his neck briefly

“Oh yeah, I will do. I never thought of it.” I say.

Just as well he was here, or I would have been locked out of the building.

“Let me see your phone. I’ll put the codes into your notes for you.” he says.

I pull it from my hoodie pocket, unlocking it and passing it over. I see him type stuff in before handing it back to me.

“I have put the main door code and the apartment code in a note file. I have also put my number into your contacts too.” he says.

“Oh, thank you.” I smile at him.

“There is a park across from the building. It has a trail around that a lot of joggers use. There is also a gym on the 2nd floor of the building that is free for residents to use. So if you ever want to use that too, you can.” he tells me. “It is good, a lot of high-tech equipment and even the basics. We all use the gym, some more than other, so if you need any help just ask one of us.”

That is really good to know, and handy too as I hate running in the rain. I used to go to the small gym a block away on the rainy days for the treadmill but having a gym in the same building will be so handy.

“I dont know if you drink them but there are protein powders in this cupboard too. They are free to use by anyone. The only rule we have with that is whoever is the person to use the last scoop buys a new container.” He continues, opening one of the kitchen cupboards to show me. “That rule won’t apply to you. If you use the last scoop, just tell me and I’ll pin it on Wooyoung.” He adds, causing me to laugh.

He seems amused that he has made me laugh, then quickly goes shy again.

 “We have manual shakers here, or if you prefer a blender, it is in the corner.” He adds, pointing to it. 

“Thanks for letting me know some rules. I’ll need to find out the other rules too soon.” I say, “Anyway, I better go for my run now or I won’t have time for breakfast.”

“Enjoy your run and if you get lost or need anything, just call me.” He says giving me an awkward side hug, which ended up being a shoulder bump instead, but I appreciate it the sentiment.

Yeosang was right. The trail around the park was good for running. It was quiet, apart from the odd dog walker. After a few laps, I head back to the apartment to get a shower, then something to eat. I enter the apartment door code and walk in, sliding my sneakers off. I feel really energised for the day ahead. I pull my headphones off and walk into the kitchen to put my water bottle in the bin. Seonghwa is sitting at the dining table eating some food while Mingi is making himself a protein shake. They both greet me.

“Yeosang said you were out for a run.” Mingi says as Seonghwa comes over, “How was it?”

“It was so good. That park across the road is perfect. It was quiet too, only a couple of dog walkers.” I answer, opening the recycling bin.

“What do you want for breakfast?” Seonghwa asks.

“I usually just have some toast and jam with a cup of tea.” I say, looking around, not really sure what to do.

“I’ll make it for you.” Seonghwa smiles. “What flavour tea do you want?”

“Flavour? Oh no, I mean British tea.” I laugh. “My mom always sends me tea bags every month. I’ll go get them.”

As I walk over to my bedroom, Wooyoung is lying on the sofa, one arm draped over his eyes. His breathing is steady. I figure he has fallen asleep, so I walk as quietly as I can so as not to disturb him. Once I get the tea bags from one of my suitcases and my special mug, I go back to the kitchen. Mingi is on the sofa, scrolling through his phone and sipping on his shake.

Seonghwa is making my toast. The kettle is boiling and I can see there are a range of jam jars on the counter now, all different flavours. I make my tea when I feel a pair of arms surround me from behind. 

“Are you ok with this?” Seonghwa asks

“Of course, but I haven’t showered yet, so I am all sweaty from my run.” I warn him.

“I don’t care.” he mumbles, his nose burying into my neck as my hands automatically resting on top of his. “I like your mug.” he comments

“Thanks, I love it. My sisters bought it for me one time they visited. They knew how much I love the Tangled movie.” I reply, smiling down at the mug. 

“That is really sweet.” he chuckles. “How was your first night?”

“I slept well.” I answer, as he gently turns me to face him.

“I didn’t know you wore glasses. You look really cute with them on.” He smiles down at me, his fingers delicately pushing them up my nose.

“You will see me wearing them a lot. I always wear them when I am home. As soon as I finish work, the contact lenses come out.”

“Can I kiss you?” he asks

“Are you going to ask me every time?” I ask back, grinning at him, moving my hands to his shoulders.

“I won’t assume I can just kiss you whenever I feel like it.” he replies

“You can. I won’t ever stop you.” I say, “Unless you annoy me, but even then I will probably let you do it because you are far too cute when you look at me.” I add, giggling.

There is that silly giggle again! What is wrong with me?! I am never this sickly sweet either.

“I will make sure to never annoy you then.” he says before leaning down and capturing my lips

Just like last night, it feels comfortable and natural, but it is also soft and it feels like something we have been doing for years, which I will admit freaks me out slightly. He pulls away from my lips but he keeps me close, in his arms still.

“I checked my schedule this morning and I have tomorrow night free. Would you go on a date with me?” he whispers against my lips, his nose nuzzling against mine.

“Yes, please.” I reply, nodding slightly.

“My girlfriend is so cute.” he chuckles, kissing me again

We are so lost in a little bubble of soft kisses that we don’t even notice Yunho has come into the kitchen until I hear the fridge door opening beside us, causing me to pull away from Seonghwa.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to disturb you two.” Yunho says, “Just getting myself a drink.”

He quickly grabs a juice from the fridge before walking back out of the kitchen. Seonghwa still has me in his arms and I can feel my face burning. He chuckles lightly, commenting how cute I look when flustered as I hide my face in his chest.

“It isn’t funny!” I pout. “How is this going to work?”

“What do you mean?” he asks, pulling back a bit more so he could look at me, but I am still secure in his arms

“Isn’t it going to be weird for you guys if you walk into a room and find me kissing with someone else?” I ask, feeling my face get hotter. “For example, what if, after last night, you were to walk in here this morning and see me kissing with Yunho? You just called me your girlfriend. Wouldn’t it be weird?”

“I wouldn’t mind.” he replies, shrugging his shoulders as I raise an eyebrow at him, “Not to say that I don’t care about you, because I do. We all do. But honestly, I wouldn’t mind it. We all knew what we were agreeing to with one another before Joong and I even spoke to you. We had many conversations about it.”

“Really?” I ask, my hands playing with the fabric of his fluffy pyjamas

“Yes. We had to get it right between the 8 of us first. There would be no jealousy, no time sharing either, such as having certain days unless they are planned, that it was down to you who you spend time with and when, and definitely no bragging.” He answers.

“And what about when we have sex? Would you still be ok if I were to be kissing someone else the morning afterwards?” I question. “I just don’t want things to get messy, or to ruin anything between you guys.”

“You won’t. We are 100% on this, if we weren’t we wouldn’t be doing it. Please don’t worry about this.” he says.

I know I am overthinking things, so I decide to listen to him, and not worry, especially about things that haven’t happened yet. Seonghwa gives me another kiss before asking me which jam I want on my toast. It is always strawberry for me, something that makes Seonghwa smile when I tell him.

After he makes the toast, he gives me another kiss and goes to get ready for the day as I sit down at the dining table to eat. The apartment is quiet despite 8 men living in it. I can hear the low sounds of the TV from the lounge and some movements from upstairs. 

When I am finish my breakfast, I wash my dishes then head back to the lounge. Wooyoung is now awake but still lying down watching tv.

“My lovely Luna.” He smiles lazily at me, sitting up.

“My whiny Wooyoung.” I smile back at him as he playfully scowls at me.

“I am not whiny.” He pouts, grabbing my hand as I walk past and pulling me down onto the sofa.

“You just whined right there.” I laugh.

“You need to give me a cuddle to make me feel better now.” He says.

I playfully roll my eyes before jumping on him and put all my weight on top of him as he laughs. We fall back onto the sofa with me lying on top of him, completely dead weight. 

“If you think this is a punishment, my dear, you are sadly mistaken. This is heaven to me!” He replies, making me laugh more as he tickles me. “Oh, are you ticklish?” he adds as I try to squirm away from him.

“Wooyoung, I am warning you now. Do not tickle me as I kick and punch!” I say, “Usually in the balls.” I add, making him let go of me. 

He sits up, his arms keeping hold of me, so I am now straddling his lap. It doesn’t feel awkward, so I don’t move away.

“Ok, but give me a kiss on the cheek.” He says, turning his head and poking his cheek.

I lean forward and just as I am about to kiss it, he quickly turns his head, so I peck his lips instead, causing him to laugh.

“You are mean!” I gasp, pushing him playfully.

“Either way, I got a kiss.” He laughs.

“Just so you know I am writing your lesson plan for tomorrow, I might give you extra homework just for that!” I say, my arms snaking around his shoulders.

“Oh, will you keep me after class if I don’t do it? Spank me, teacher?” He teases, wiggling his eyebrows and his hands holding my waist.

“You are going to be trouble Mr!!” I laugh

I love it really. The banter we have with one another already. It feels nice. I know he is only teasing, but I also know there is also a small part of him being serious, too. Being near him once again was making my tummy flip. Especially as he is giving me that eye contact again and his hands move from my waist to my lower back.

“I need to go for a shower.” I gulp.

He nods, but his eyes are staring at my lips and I can’t resist him any longer, so I lean forward to kiss him. He kisses me back and his hands pull my body closer to his. His tongue slips into my mouth, causing my arms to tighten around his shoulders.

“That was unexpected.” he says when we finally pull away to catch our breaths.

“Sorry.” I say.

“Never say sorry for kissing me. You can kiss me as much as you want. I just didn’t think you would be the one to make the first move.” He chuckles, “I am glad, though, because to be honest, I was scared shitless to kiss you.” He adds.

“Why?” I ask

“I was worried you would reject me.” he answers, his eyes lowering

“I never would.” I say, placing a hand on his cheek.

Wooyoung looks back up at me, and he looks so shy. It is the polar opposite to the Wooyoung I know. It makes me realise there is more to him than the loud, confident, and mischievous man everyone else sees. I smile as he leans forward.

“You taste like strawberries.” he smiles just before his lips connect with mine

This kiss is more assertive from him. His hands move down to my ass and he gives it a squeeze, causing me to giggle into the kiss.

If it hadn’t been for the lift doors opening last night, I definitely would have kissed him then, so it was inevitable it was going to happen soon. I am not a person who holds back either. If I am sure of the situation, I will go for it.

“I really do need to go for a shower now.” I mumble against his lips, not wanting to leave his embrace but knowing I have to. 

“On you go then.” he says, one of his hands friskily hitting my ass. “I am definitely going to be needing to take a cold shower.” 

And there is cheeky Wooyoung again. As I go to move off him, he helps me up by holding onto my hips. I notice him awkwardly reposition himself on the sofa, and that is when I noticed the tent in his shorts. It is a bit of an ego boost knowing that a kiss causes this type of reaction in him. Same with Seonghwa last night.

I go into my room and have my shower. Afterwards I blow dry my hair, put it in a half up half down style. My hair is naturally curly, but I use my curling iron on the part hanging down to make the curls more defined and less chaotic looking. I get dressed and head back into the living room to see most of the guys are sitting on the sofa.

“The cars should be here soon.” Yunho says to me.

“Cool, is it ok if I sit out here?” I ask.

“Of course. This is your home, too. You don’t need to stay in your room.” he replies.

“Thanks.” I smile as I sit down.

“Any plans for tonight Luna?” Mingi asks

“I am meeting up with some friends after work.” I answer. “Unless I need to be here, that is.”

“No, go out with your friends. Have some fun.” Seonghwa says.

“What are you doing?” Jongho asks.

“We are going to a PC cafe for some food and gaming, then probably karaoke rooms afterwards.” I say.

“You play games?” Yunho asks.

“I do, spent most of my free time in the cafes when I was in college.” I laugh. “Still do, to be honest.”

This seems to excite them as they question me about what games I play. I know the guys are big into their gaming, so I feel it is something we have in common.

When it is time to leave, I am in the car with Seonghwa, Hongjoong, Jongho and Yeosang. Hongjoong immediately pull out his laptop and put his headphones in when he sat down. Seonghwa was sitting beside him and I was in the back, between Yeosang and Jongho. Yeosang immediately fell asleep when the vehicle started moving. 

“Are you coming to watch us during dance rehearsal after lunch?” Jongho asks me.

“I wouldn’t want to disturb you all or get you into trouble.” I reply.

“You won’t. It would be nice if you were there too.” he smiles at me.

“Then I will be there.” I reply.

“I like your outfit today. It is more you.” he comments. “Not that what you wore before to work wasn’t nice. I just think you look good in these types of clothes. You know, casual clothes. Not that I’ve been staring at you.” He stutters 

“Jongho it is fine. I think know what you are trying to say.” I say to him.

His face has gone a shade of pink, but he lets out a little sigh of relief, too. I have not seen him flustered before. It is kind of cute. Today I had dressed more casually. After seeing other staff members’ daily outfits, it was relaxed and casual. I hated wearing the dress trousers and shirts, anyway, but I was used to wearing them when I worked in the hotel. So today I was wearing baggy jeans, a cream t-shirt, the front tucked into my jeans and an oversized cardigan. Honestly, I feel so much more relaxed wearing this, too.

“You look beautiful, is what I was trying to say.” He says quietly.

“Thank you.” I say back, feeling my cheeks heat at his compliment.

Jongho and I have spoken the least, and always during group conversations, so it is nice to speak to him 1-1 like this. We continue to chat away to one another for the entire journey to the office, and when we arrive; the guys go straight to the studio. I usually work in one of the conference rooms, so I make my way there.

“Luna!” I hear from behind me

I turn around to see Hongjoong jogging down the corridor towards me.

“Everything ok?” I ask as he stops in front of me

“Yeah, I meant to tell you before we left the apartment, we have an office for you now.” he says, “It is beside my studio.”

I follow him towards the studio, which is on another floor.

“I am sorry I haven’t spoken to you properly yet.” he says as we wait for the lift

“It is ok. I know how busy you are.” I reply.

“That’s no excuse, though.” He says as we get into the empty lift. “Yeosang was saying you were up early to go for a run this morning. Is that a regular thing?” he asks.

“Yeah. Most weekdays I will go for a run. Weekends I don’t, unless I feel the need to. It is something that helps me.” I answer as he nods his head, keeping eye contact with me. “I had a rough couple of years a while ago. My Uncle Jihoon helped me through it. He got me into therapy and took care of me. Encouraged me to exercise when I felt better.” I add. 

“I am sorry you had to go through a struggle. Are you doing ok now?” He asks as we step into the empty lift.

“I am. I have days where I am a bit withdrawn but nothing to what I was like before.” I say, nervously rubbing my arm through my cardigan sleeve.

“Do you find the exercise helps?” He asks.

“Definitely. I just put my headphones on, block out the outside world and focus on myself.” I answer, “Before I hated exercising but I find it therapeutic now.”

“I didn’t like to exercise either. But last couple of years I have been, as have the others. It is definitely good for mental health.” He comments, “I am glad you overcame your struggles Luna. If you ever need to talk about anything or need any help, I am here, as are the others.” He smiles at me.

The doors open and we go down the corridor towards Hongjoongs studio. He unlocks the door to the room beside it and we go in. It is a small space, but it’s nice. It has a desk in the far corner from the door; it has a computer on it. It is perfect for work.

“You can decorate it however you want. The company will cover the cost of any furniture or equipment you need. The computer is brand new, there is a new iPad too, and the company has ordered a new laptop for you as well. It should be here by the afternoon.” He says as I look around. “You can give your lessons in here or any other room. It is up to you.”

“Thank you Hongjoong. Honestly, it is far too much, but I appreciate it all.” I reply.

“You are welcome. I am glad you are here, with us.” he smiles at me. “I should get going before Eden scolds me for being late. See you at dance rehearsal later on.” He adds before leaving.

I guess Jongho told Hongjoong I had agreed to go watch the dance rehearsal. I sit down at the desk and boot up the computer and putting my laptop beside it. I am excited about getting started properly. I work with a smile on my face.

Before I knew it, there was a knock at the door. It makes me jump slightly as I wasn’t expecting it. I rush over to open the door and see Seonghwa. Shit, is it that time already? I think looking at the clock to see it was, in fact, right. I had got lost in my work, time went so fast.

“Hello teacher.” he grins, bowing to me.

“Oh, stop it!” I laugh, moving to let him in. “Are you ready to get started?”

“Very ready Miss Lee.” he replies

“Seonghwa!” I say as we both laugh

We sit down and begin the lesson. I had been really nervous for my first proper day of teaching; I don’t know why because it was easier than I had imagined it to be. Seonghwa was very focused on the work. He was eager to learn and enthusiastic, too. It made the lesson easy.

“You are a good teacher.” Seonghwa smiles. “No joking intended. I mean it.”

“Well, you are a good student.” I reply, putting the textbooks and my notebook away.

“So it is lunchtime now. You know what that means?” he says, coming closer to me. “No work, just play.”

He pulls me towards him and kisses me passionately. I return the kiss just the same. It is incredibly hot as he backs me into the wall. For the first time, Seonghwa feels me up and I don’t stop him. His hands are under my t-shirt. One hand grasping the skin on my lower back, the other moving up towards my breast. He cups one over the bra and his thumb rubs my nipple through the material, causing a small moan to escape me. 

I can feel him smile into the kiss as my own hands feel under his top. He presses his body into mine so I am sandwiched between the wall and him. His hips subtly grinding into me, effectively dry humping me. I can feel his bulge rub against me and it feels good, but then I remember what he said last night about wanting to do things properly. Reluctantly, I pull away from his lips. 

“You are so fucking hot.” he says lowly, placing kisses down my neck. “My beautiful girlfriend.” he adds in a whisper, his lips against my skin.

The flutters I was feeling in my stomach at his ministrations and kisses instantly disappear when he says the word ‘girlfriend’, replaced with guilt. I think he knows because he pulls away to look at me.

“What’s wrong?” he asks softly

“I kissed Wooyoung this morning.” I say, looking down at the floor through the little gap between us.

This was the moment of truth. I would find out if this could work. Seonghwa is my boyfriend now, and I kissed someone else. In a normal situation, I would class this as cheating, but this is not a normal situation. So I don’t really know how to feel about it. All I know is I enjoyed it and that makes me feel guilty.

“And how does that make you feel?” he asks, cupping my cheek 

“Like a cheat.” I reply in a low voice.

“Darling, look at me.” he says, gently lifting my head. “It isn’t cheating. And I don’t want you feeling this way. Was kissing Wooyoung nice?” he says as I close my eyes, “I am not prying and you don’t need to answer me either.”

It was. Kissing Wooyoung was nice, and it felt easy too, but so does kissing Seonghwa. My head feels so confused by this because part of it is telling me how nice and natural it feels, while the other part is screaming at me that this is cheating. I nod my head in answer to his question and feel the pit of my stomach burn.

“I am so sorry!” I say quickly.

“I don’t want to hear any sorry’s. I am glad it was nice. All we want is for you to be happy.” he says.

“I don’t want you guys thinking that I am easy or a slut.” I say. 

“Hey, you are neither of those, and we know that.” He says, looking into my eyes. “We understand this is not a normal situation and we will go at whatever pace you set. Just because you have kissed some of us doesn’t mean others will expect the same or the ones who have will expect more from you. This is all at your pace. Remember that, my darling.” he says, kissing my forehead.

I can’t help but to smile up at him. He always knows the right words to say. His forehead leans against mine as we smile at one another.

“Thank you, Seonghwa.” I say, tilting my head to kiss him.

It isn’t a passionate kiss like before; it is sweet and reassuring. That was until my stomach growls and ruins the moment, causing us both to laugh.

“Come on, let’s get that tummy fed, so it stops shouting.” He chuckles.

Seonghwa gives me a final kiss before letting go of me and we leave my office, keeping a respectable distance apart so we look like 2 coworkers and not 2 people who were feeling each other up minutes before. 

We go down to one of the conference rooms and I see a ton of food placed on the large table in the centre of the room. The other members are already there except for Hongjoong. They are opening the containers and sorting drinks out. Seonghwa closes the door behind me and his hand immediately goes to my lower back, guiding me to a seat. I am sitting between Mingi and San.

“We told the company about your seafood allergy, so they ordered lunch from somewhere that doesn’t have any seafood products.” Mingi says.

“We weren’t too sure on what foods you can have and what foods you even like, so we ordered a selection.” San adds.

“In Korea I am rather limited to what I can eat when I go out because a lot of Korean dishes have fish ingredients in them. I love fried chicken. It is usually the safest bet when I go to restaurants or takeaways. Western foods like burgers and pizzas, too.” I answer him.

“Well, we got a lot of chicken here.” Wooyoung smiles at me, passing it over.

Everyone tucks into the food. I pick up my chopsticks and have some chicken. It tastes delicious. My eyes connect with Yeosangs who is making the same face as me as he eats the chicken too. He wiggles his eyebrows at me and makes the chef’s kiss sign, causing me to laugh lightly.

“Where is Hongjoong?” I ask, feeling guilty about eating without him.

“In his studio. He won’t come out until it’s time for the rehearsal.” Yunho replies.

“Should we take him some food?” I ask.

“Nope, we value our lives too much.” San says, making everyone laugh, as I don’t understand.

“Hongjoong scolds anyone who interrupts his studio time.” Mingi says when he sees my confused face.

“Aaaah right. Well, I don’t blame you. I wouldn’t want to be on the receiving end of a Hongjoong scolding either. I can imagine he is scary when angry.” I laugh.

“I doubt he would scold you if you took him food.” Yeosang comments. 

“I wouldn’t risk it. Like you all, I value my life.” I say as the others laugh.

We spend the rest of lunch eating and talking. When we finish, the guys complain they’ve eaten too much.

“My stomach hurts!” Wooyoung whines, rubbing it

“We have 2 hours of dance rehearsal to do as well.” San joins in. “Look at my stomach!” He says, pulling up his t-shirt to reveal a bump.

“Aw a little food baby!” I chuckle 

“A what?” Mingi asks 

“Oh, something my mom always said. When our stomachs go round from too much food, she calls it a ‘food baby’. It is something that unfortunately I now say too, clearly without realising it.” I reply, feeling a blush in my cheeks at them all looking at me. “Sorry.”

“No, I like it.” San chuckles. “My food baby.” He adds in a cute voice, rubbing it like a pregnant woman making me laugh.

“We all have food babies then.” Yeosang adds.

After we let our food settle for a bit, we tidy up the containers and rubbish. I help despite their protests to sit down; I ignore them. When the room is tidy, we make our way to the dance studio. On the way, Yunho tells me they are preparing for their next comeback so would go over the choreography for the new song.

“I wish I could dance. Unfortunately, I inherited my dad’s 2 left feet, his ‘dad dance’ moves plus his clumsiness.” I say.

“I am sure with practice I could get you dancing minus the dad moves.” He says, “If you want to learn, that is.”

“I do, but you will have your work cut out with me. I have terrible coordination.” I laugh. “Are you sure you want to put yourself through that?”

“I taught San when he joined the company so I am sure I can teach you.” he smiles at me. “You can’t be any worse than he was.”

“I heard that!” San says from behind us

“Yunho is only stating facts.” Yeosang adds as we all laugh.

“He is right.” San playfully sighs. “I was horrific at dancing before we trained in America.”

Hongjoong is already in the dance studio as we walk in. I haven’t seen in here yet; I am surprised to find it more spacious than it looks on their YouTube videos.

“You can sit over here.” Yunho says taking me over to a small sofa at the side.

“Are you sure I won’t be in the way?” I ask him. “I don’t want to get you guys in trouble with me being here.”

“Of course not. We want you here with us but only if you want to.” he says. “You know you don’t have to be here if you don’t want to. If you would rather do something else, that is ok.”

“Are you kidding me? Of course I want to be here! I enjoy spending time with all of you.” I smile. “I love watching you guys perform. You were all mind-blowing in concert.” 

“You came to see us in concert?” he asks, smiling down at me

I actually hadn’t meant to tell him that. It just popped out. Something that often happens when I get excited or nervous. I talk without thinking. I didn’t want them to think I was some crazy fan.

“Erm, yeah. My friend and I went to 2 of the Seoul concerts earlier this year.” I reply. “I bought tickets for day 1 for her birthday as it was the same day and she bought tickets for day 2. Neither of us knowing the other was buying tickets. It was just as well we got different dates.”

“Wow, I hope we were worth 2 nights of your time.” he chuckles.

I notice the tips of his ears are turning red and he is avoiding my gaze. Without thinking, I reach my hand out to his own and hold it softly. His eyes connect with mine and I feel his fingers intertwine.

“Yous definitely were.” I answer, smiling at him.

And they were. Best 2 nights of my life, to be honest. I had been a fan of their music before, but seeing them perform live was just incredible. Their talent for singing, dancing and performing was clear to see. I was excited to see their new dance and to hear the song. We spend a few minutes just smiling at one another, enjoying this little moment between just the two of us.

“Yunho!” we hear Hongjoong shout from the other side of the room.

“I better go over.” he says softly

He gives my hand a little squeeze before letting go and going over to the others. I sit down on the sofa and pull my legs up to sit cross-legged so I can watch them. My first day of proper teaching and being with them has gone as well as I could have hoped for, and as crazy as it may seem, it makes me feel optimistic that this could work. 

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How would (Yanderes of your choice) react to a pregnant darling? Like the second she tells him she’s preggers, how would they react?

Yanderes x pregnant darling

Mmmhh, I'll be doing Todoroki Clan, Overhaul, Bakugo Clan, Ushijima Wakatoshi.

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Yandere Todoroki Clan:

Okay, so the clan finds out you're pregnant, perhaps due to a fling or something, just kids being dumb and all. The first thing they do is calm you down. Obviously, they are all very disappointed in you- but with the way you're sobbing, its clear that you're very sorry as well.

Whether you want to keep the baby or abort it, the family will 100% support you. Either way, Dabi is going to kill whoever knocked you up. Sorry, thats non-negotiable.

They are all constantly hovering over you. Rei is always making you nutritious food, Fuyumi is applying stretch mark creams and helping you to the bath, Shotou is always right by your side, either to help you walk or give your sore feet massages. Natsuo is making sure that you're eating all your vitamins, checking if you have bleeding gums or any nutritional deficiencies. Rei and Natsuo always accompany you to your doctor appointments, making copies of your tests and prescriptions.

Enji is keeping up with all your cravings, no matter how weird. You're craving ice chips? Alright. You want ice cream at 3 am? The fridge is stocked with your favs. Oh no, you want soft serve? Its okay, princess, I'll drive us there. I'm sure they'll open the store for the no. 1 hero.

Dabi is surprisingly very understanding. He's not reacting badly to any of your mood swings. If you're mad at him, he won't do anything to infuriate you anymore. If you're crying because you can't get off the floor on your own, Dabi will calmly pick you up and take you to your bed. He knows stress is not good for the baby, and you're also a baby in his eyes, so he'll be uncharacteristically sweet and patient.

I can also see Enji giving you his card so that you can shop for the baby, but the rest of the fam just push you into bed and huddle up close to you as they all look at the laptop with you, doing online shopping. You will have to sneak in a Endeavour onesie since your brothers keep on removing the item from the basket.

Yandere Kai Chisaki:

When he finds out you're pregnant with his baby, he's quiet. There are million things running through his mind. On one hand, having a baby will have you more bound to him, you'll fall into Stockholm syndrome faster. On the other hand, he's possessive. He doesn't want to share you with anyone. But you seem to want it, and should you ever return to your hysterical ways and run away from him, he could use the baby to against you.

Oh man, Kai is not only getting the best OB/GYN for you, he's doing extra check ups on you too. We already know he's gonna have a whole medical room for you, fully equipped with the latest technology. He doesn't trust you when you say you're fine. He's there with you throughout the whole process, and he has his men monitoring you when he's busy.

Oh and when it times when you can find the baby's gender, if you say you dont wanna know and want it to be a surprise, thats fine. But he's going to find the gender, he just won't tell you about it. He needs to be mentally prepared.

Kai will cater to all your needs. He will help you bathe, dress, watch you swallow your vitamins. Whatever cravings you have, he will provide for you, but to an extent where its not harmful. Like you can have sweets, but not too many.

He will talk to you even in a more patronising tone than before, bending down to your height so that he's eye level with you, and then he explains why you can or can't do certain things.

Knows your hormones are going crazy, so he won't react when you yell or cry, just waits for you to calm down so that he can take care of you again.

Likes to rub your belly, not because he cares about the baby, but because it eases your pain (also becausehe wants to near you). He will absolutely rub your sore muscles and will even let you take walks in the garden, with him accompanying you of course.

He's just really sweet to you. Well, sweeter than before.

Yandere Bakugou (+ clan):

Oh so you're pregnant with a Bakugou? The happiest day of his life! No, abortion is not an option unless its endangering your life. I can see him wrapping his arms around you and spinning you around, hes over the moon! He's going to wipe your tears away and wash away any fears you have about starting a family. Katsuki tells you he will support you 100% and to hell with your family if they disown you for it. He's going to take care of everything, just be with him.

First things first, he's gonna propose and marry you. Next thing, you're gonna have to leave your job or put your studies/career goals on hold; you're pregnant with his offspring- he's not allowing you to put yourself in danger like that.

He is up in an instant when something is wrong, always worrying over you whenever you hiss or whimper in pain. If you listened to him, Bakugou would always be taking you to the hospital for anything. Luckily, you didn't.

Considering that you're both still young, and Bakugou is focusing on becoming the no.1 hero, I imagine you move in with his parents, or at least somewhere close to them, so that they're always able to pop in and check in on you. Mitsuki is taking your measurements (that change as your bump grows) so that she's making maternity clothes, made specially for your needs and requirements. And not to mention the cutest clothes she makes for the newest addition for the family.

Masaru will be taking care of all your cravings, and is unsurprised when you want spicy food (but makes sure its not hot enough to give you an ulcer lol). Tells you all the stories about Mitsuki when she was pregnant. And then they both show you Katsuki's baby pictures and all the embarrassing stories.

And when Bakugou returns home, he ushers you to lay down on the couch so that he can talk to the baby. Scolding the fetus for giving its mother a hard time, before breaking out in a grin when the baby kicks back.

Bakugou definitely loves to take you on late night drives, adoring the way your eyes take in the city lights. He lets you play your favourite music and buys you your favourite foods, not once complaining about your mood swings or anything.

Yandere Ushijima Wakatoshi:

He's all smiles. Gentle, soft smiles.

So happy he's going to be dad, and even happier that you're his baby mama. He's going to hug you and kiss you so sweetly, before pulling you to his chest as he tells you how happy he is. He'll tell you that he'll take care if everything, he'll provide for you and the baby. You just be his good little housewife.

Wakatoshi will wake up before you so that he can appreciate the way you look when the sun rays illuminate your face. He'll be rubbing his hand over your bump anytime he can, always kissing it before showering you in affection.

I can see him waking up every time you have morning sickness, pulling your hair back and patting your back as you puke.

Very hesitantly buys you the belly pillow for pregnant women, but he knows that he cant be there for you all the time because of his matches. But don't you dare use the pillow when he's around. He gets jealous.

Loves, LOVES taking baths with you. He settles you in the bathtub very gently, before taking his place behind you, his strong muscular thighs trapping you. He carefully washes you, humming in content as you lean back against his chest and cup the soapy, scented water over your belly, the bump glistening.

Big, protective himbo will be doing as many house chores as he can, you just need to cook him some food and rest. I can just see him sneaking up on you and pulling you to him or into his lap, kissing your earlobe, while his big, warm hands rub your belly, whispering in your ear how beautiful you look and how he lucky he is to have you.

So happy he baby trapped you💖

God, I love them all so much. Now, this is just like off the top of my head, but I wouldn't mind going in details if someone were to ask for one of my babies *coughs* Bakugo and Todo Clan *coughs* also *coughs* love Ushijima *coughs*

[enchantestuff]

baku - pierre gasly

back to some good ol’ smut, I didn't want to be rude so here is the reader and pierre celebrating his podium in Baku the old fashioned way (yes I know I'm late but I'm still not over that podium) also I don't know what to write next to any ideas or requests are greatly appreciated x

NOT MY GIF

warnings: smut, once again semi-public, pierre gasly, language, enjoy <333

1.5k words

Baku was a great race. It was intense for everyone on the field, but it was particularly intense for Pierre Gasly who managed to scrape a podium for himself and his team.

You laughed as he crossed the line granting him P3. You high fived everyone in the garage as you bounced up and down with glee. Pierre had invited you to watch him race for the first time and you felt incredibly privileged to be sharing his first podium of the season with him.

You grinned with glee as he made his way onto the podium. The atmosphere around you was incredible as it seemed all three teams celebrated together, hugs were passed around from the different engineers and small jokes were exchanged.

It was only hours later, after several interviews and many people begging to speak with him, that you finally got to congratulate Pierre yourself. He walked into his driver's room with the same grin from earlier on still planted on his face. Once you caught sight of him you ran into his arms, Pierre laughed as he easily lifted you up and you wrapped your legs around his waist. “Well done Pierre! I’m so proud of you baby” you gushed in his ear as you tightly hugged him.

Pierre chuckled as he placed his trophy down on the table and hugged you back with just as much force. “Thank you, mon amour. I think you might be my lucky charm.” He squeezed your thighs as he spoke and you pulled your face away from his chest in order to look into his eyes. Pierre pulled his lips between his teeth as he watched your eyes dancing around his face.

You studied him in silence, noting the blush creeping up his cheeks and the small beads of sweat running down his forehead. You ran your hands over his shoulders, feeling the smooth material of his fireproof undershirt under your fingers.

Pierre didn't want to break the silence, you always had a peaceful look planted on your face whenever you studied him and he had always adored it, but his body was currently full of adrenaline and there was nothing he wanted more than to take you on the couch. The possibility of anyone entering at any time thrilled him, so he kissed you.

He pressed you up against the wall and kissed you. He rolled his hips into yours as slipped his tongue in your mouth. You could feel your heart beating in your chest as you kissed Pierre, you lost yourself in the moment, something that regularly happened whenever he kissed you. You ran your fingers through his hair, playing no mind to the sweat that coated it, you did however pay attention to the grunt that left his lips as you pulled on his wet locks.

Pierre pulled away and moved to suck the sensitive skin just under your ear. “I want to mark you all over” he whispered in your ear before moving his head to replicate the mark under your other ear. You felt your underwear dampen at his words as your eyes fluttered open to watch him. They suddenly widened as you realised where you were and what the two of you were doing. You gently pushed him off of you and planted your feet firmly on the ground.

“What's wrong?” he asked as he placed his hands on your hips, a concerned look suddenly crossing his features. If you werent so flustered you probably would have laughed at the sight of him, his eyebrows furrowed and his lips parted with his hard on showing through his drivers suit. “Did I do something wrong, ma cherie” he spoke again pulling you away from your thoughts.

“No” you denied as you shook your head, “we can't do this here” you explained, moving your arms around you, gesturing to the room you were currently in, the room that anybody could walk into.

“Sure we can” he teased as he kissed down your neck, “you just have to be really quiet, ma jolie” he smirked as you whimpered, he placed his hand down your underwear, gently stimulating your clit as he continued to whisper in your ear.

“Tell me you dont want this” he added, you let out a quiet whimper as he inserted a finger into you, “hmmm, mon amour? Tell me to stop and i’ll stop”

“F-fuck Pierre” you choked out as you held onto his bicep, digging your nails into his arm, hard enough to draw blood but Pierre didn’t seem to mind as he continued to pleasure you.

“What was that, ma cherie? I didn’t quite hear you” he teased and added another finger. “Do you want me to stop?” he asked as he halted his movement. You quickly shook your head, not willing to sacrifice the pleasure he was providing you with. “Im waiting” he continued and began to move his fingers away but you quickly grabbed his wrist.

“No” you pleaded, your eyes closed in frustration.

Pierre grinned at the desperate look on your face, he slowly brought his other hand up to your face, tucking your hair behind your ear as he whispered in your ear once more. “No to what?” he questioned

“No, don't stop”

That was all Pierre needed to get going again, he quickly continued the movement of his fingers as his thumb stimulated your clit once again. “Are you going to let go for me?” he pondered, and judging by your face, yes, yes you were. “Go ahead” he happily sighed as his forehead fell against yours.

All you could focus on was the pleasure that you felt and the hot breath that fanned over your neck, you felt goosebumps rise on your skin and you involuntarily shivered. “That's it, mon cheri” he uttered as you clenched around his fingers, “such a good girl”

All of a sudden, all you could feel was your sweet release and you gripped Pierres arms to stabilize yourself. When you were finally aware of your surroundings you opened your eyes, only to see Pierre remove his fingers from you and place them into his mouth. The sight made your knees weak.

Pierre gently pecked your lips as he hoisted you up once more and moved you to the couch. He was careful as he knew you were still sensitive, he was sure you wouldn't last long, but honestly, neither would he.

He moved your dress up your waist as you pulled his trousers down. “Still eager?” he grinned, widening his smile as he saw the blush creep up your cheeks. He finally freed his member and almost hissed at the sight of his red tip. He looked down at you with concerned eyes, “you still want to do this?” he asked and your heart fluttered, he was always tending to your needs before his own, something that you loved him deeply for.

“Yes”

Pierre nodded and grabbed hold of your waist before gently easing himself into you. An unholy moan left his lips as he bottomed out inside of you. He gave you a minute to adjust before he started moving. You almost immediately felt the pleasure begin to build in your stomach. “F-fuck, mon amour” Pierre grunted in your ear as he continued his movements, quickly sliding in and out of you and reaching all your sweet spots in the process.

A quick, brisk knock on the door caused you to hold in the moan you were about to let out and Pierre to halt his movements. The sound of the doorknob moving caused your heart to hammer in your chest. “Pierre?” Pierres PR manager called as she opened the door a fraction of an inch.

“NO! No, don't come in!” Pierre almost shouted as he brought his hand to your mouth, muffling any sounds that you might accidentally make.

“Everything ok?” the woman asked as she quickly shut the door in front of her.

“Y-yeah, sorry i'm just...naked”

Your eyes widened at Pierre's words and he nervously shrugged at you. When his PR manager didn't answer he felt the need to justify himself. “I’m just getting dressed, i'll be right out,” he clarified.

“Take your time, the team just wants to take a picture together.” she explained.

Pierre waited until he could hear her footsteps move in the opposite direction to begin his movements again. He kept his hand on your mouth, he knew people were nearby and he didn't want to risk anyone hearing the beautiful noises that you made, they were for his ears and his ears only.

Your eyes rolled back and he hit your sweet spot, muffled moans filling the room as he continued to hit it until you felt sweet release once again. The look on your face and the clenching of your walls quickly encouraged Pierres own release and he struggled to hold himself on top of you, bearing his weight on his forearms as he sighed in pleasure.

“That was-that was great” he mumbled, still in a haze of bliss. You ran your fingernails up and down his neck.

“Pierre” you heard on the other side of the door, “Are you okay in there”

“Shit” he mumbled under his breath as he eased himself out of you, throwing you a sympathetic glance as you winced. “Sorry, I was-erm meditating” he choked out and you muffled your own laugher with your hand, looking at him with a goofy smile on your face as he quickly got changed into his regular clothes.

[kuroosweakness]

kiss kiss | sakusa kiyoomi <3 

this is the my favorite sakusa mini fic i’ve written yet :)) and my longest work! over 2000 words! 

“i don’t think i’ll ever understand the concept of kissing,” sakusa mumbles to komori as he leans down to tie his shoes. his shoes are already tied, but he needs to do something to hide his face for a couple of seconds. naturally, his curls fall to the sides of his face, just as he expected. 

komori quickly whirls around with a :) and a :0 face combined. “what was that??” he teases and crouches down to see his cousin’s hidden face. 

“i was just sayin’“ sakusa shrugs off. “it’s just people touching lips and sharing saliva. it’s disgusting. why people do it? i’ll never understand.” after dusting off his hands, sakusa gets up from the bench and stands up, having forgotten his tall height and head bumping right into a light. 

sakusa grimaces and rubs his head, trying his best to pretend it didn’t hurt at all. “stupid light,” he grumbles as he walks away. komori watches on, trying his best not to laugh while making a mental note to watch out for the low lights. 

~~~

“komori.” 

“hiya!” komori looks up at his cousin while continuing to stretch out his legs. 

“...have you ever kissed anyone?”

“...like, full on make-out?” komori quietly asks as he makes kissy hands to demonstrate. sakusa immediately frowns and crouches down. 

“stop making those weird gestures,” sakusa quietly scolds. “it’s embarrassing...” 

“what’s there to be embarrassed about?” komori softly chuckles while nervously scratching the back of his head. “why do you ask?” 

sakusa’s eyes divert away. “...just curious to know.” 

“well....” komori taps his chin in thought. “there’s this one friend i’ve kissed before. but it wasn’t anything too serious...”

sakusa looks at the ground below him, wondering if he should sit his whole butt down or keep crouching. he decides to keep asian-squating. “so how’d you initiate the kiss? like what did you do?” 

“...i think we’re supposed to be practicing receives right now,” komori sheepishly says while pointing at their teammates all practicing. the bump sounds and shoe creaks suddenly becomes audible to sakusa. 

“oh.” and with that, sakusa gets up and walks toward the pile of volleyballs. 

~~~

“remember the question i asked you last week?” sakusa breathes through his mask as he and komori jogs down the streets. he’s overly dressed for a jogger, especially in spring. everyone’s surprised he can move so freely in such a heavy jacket. 

“...what..... question?” komori asks, glancing at his cousin before looking back at the road in front of them. 

“you know what question.” 

“...i dont?” komori pants as he slows down his jogging pace. 

“the question....that....made you...do weird hand....gestures” 

“ohhhh the kissing question?” 

sakusa nods and moves to the side to avoid the kids walking toward them. 

“i’ve already told you....i’ve only kissed one person before. say, why’re you curious in my love life?” komori teasingly elbows sakusa as they come to a walking pace. 

sakusa annoyingly elbows him back. “is it so bad i want to know?” 

“it’s just not like you,” komori chuckles. at the sight of a bakery in front of them, his eyes immediately lightens up. “we should go there!!” 

sakusa’s eyes meet where komori’s pointing, then meets komori’s face, wondering if his cousin will share answers if he agrees. “okay. but back to my question about initiating the kiss.” 

“well, you’ll have to find someone you want to kiss first,” komori laughs. “and i don’t think you’ve found that person, judging from the way you always judge couples and bad breath.” 

“don’t be so quick to assume things,” sakusa grumbles under his mask. 

“anywaysss, you kinda have to know that the other person wants to kiss you too, ya’know?” 

“i don’t know,” sakusa dryly says, stating out the obvious. 

“yeah, tell me something i didn’t know,” komori replies and opens the bakery front door. waves of freshly baked bread fill their noses. komori dramatically inhales and exhales. sakusa lowers his mask. a little “ding” rings as the door opens and closes. 

“it’s so warm in here!” komori happily exclaims. “you sure you’re not gonna became toast yourself with that jacket on?” 

sakusa rolls his eyes. 

“back to the kissing topic,” komori starts. “consent is really important! you have to make sure they want to kiss you. and to know, just before kissing, you have to ask.” 

“lower your voice,” blushy-faced sakusa mumbles. “there’s people looking at us weirdly.” 

“not at me weirdly,” komori remarks. “just at you!” 

“i don’t know why i talk to you sometimes.” 

“i’ll pretend i didn’t hear that!” komori happily bounces over to the counter and tells the pretty cashier his order.  “kiyoomi, you want anything?” 

“no, not really.” 

“okay!” komori excitedly accepts his paper bag full of baked goods and eagerly munches into a chocolate croissant. “i was thinking that maybe we can stop and eat for a while” 

komori eating = less judgmental komori. who is he kidding, sakusa knows he himself is the most judgmental person he knows. “okay” 

as sakusa pulls out a seat facing away from the door, a little “ding” rings through the bakery. 

“oh look!” komori munches. “it’s y/n! hi y/n!”

sakusa’s stomach drops. his hands have never felt so clammy and cold before. maybe if he stays completely still, then you won’t notice him. 

“hi y/n!” komori calls again. 

“we’re going home. stop- stop stop stop we’re going home. i need to go home,” sakusa hastily mutters under his breath and gets up so fast, suddenly wishing his mask can cover his whole face. since you’re standing at the doorway, he waits until you walk inside to walk out. 

komori quickly gathers his stuff and says a quick apology to you. “sorry about him! well, we’ll catch ya later!” 

confused, yet unfazed, you give him a little smile and waves back. 

~~~

“so how was it?” 

“...not good,” sakusa’s face and curls fall into his hands. he groans and falls back on the his bed. “anyways, i need to study-” 

“no no no, i need to know!” komori insists. “most people’s first kiss isn’t that great so...you’re not the only one.” 

“how am i even supposed to see them again,” sakusa groans again and squirms around on the bedsheets. “it was so bad. so bad. so so bad. so so sooooo bad-” 

“do you have thoughts about kissing them again??” 

“yes,” he mumbles and swiftly grabs the nearest pillow and hugs it to his chest,  hiding his face in the process. “all the damn time.” 

“then it didn’t go as bad as i thought!” komori exclaims. 

~~~

“so you’re not gonna tell me how it went?” 

“why’re you so nosy???” sakusa scrunches up his nose. 

“you were the one who asked about my first kiss first,” komori defends, pulling back in playful offense. 

“like i said, it wasn’t good.” 

“how was it not good?” 

“the kissing tutorial videos didn’t work.” 

“....you watched kissing tutorials????!!” 

“komori motoya, if you don’t be quiet i swear-” 

“did they at least want to kiss you?” 

“...i don’t even know if we’re...together. this is so embarrassing. i was too impatient. i shouldn’t have. i rushed things. they didn’t even tell me they like me. what if they just went along with it and didn’t actually want-”

“i think you’re overthinking too much...” 

“can we just walk to school in silence?” 

“after you tell me first! i can give advice!” 

“i nearly missed their lips. and i froze up when we actually made contact. i was stiff. i couldn’t move. plus my mask shifted upward and completely interrupted us, which i’m kinda thankful for.”

komori stifles a laugh. “so...what’re you gonna do for your second one?” 

~~~

“i saw them with his stupid, ugly guy who if you put his teeth next to a beaver’s, no one would be able to tell the difference.” 

“....we all know you’re not the nicest person, but isn’t that a little mean..and a bit of an exaggeration?” komori chuckles and shifts his foot inside his volleyball shoes. 

“they have poor, poor taste in men.” 

“well...they did kiss you once...” 

“i don’t know anymore,” sakusa sighs. “i need to just focus on volleyball.” 

~~~

“i hate it here. absolutely hate. it. here.” with a grumble he tosses his clothes on his backpack and pads across the gym to get his water bottle. 

komori side-eyes his cousin. whether or not to ask what he’s talking about, even though he knows exactly what–no, who–he’s talking about. 

“is this volleyball related?” komori asks when sakusa walks back. 

... 

“you’ve never given up anything you’ve set your heart on,” komori kindly reminds him. “so why’re you giving up now?” 

“because all the things i’ve done, i was in completely control of” sakusa swings his backpack over his shoulder. “i can’t control other people’s feelings....nor do i want to.” 

“did something bad happen?” komori dashes to catch with his cousin, and the tea. 

“guess who i saw them with again? beaver guy.” 

“i heard they’re just classmates though,” komori gently reminds sakusa, hoping it’ll somewhat clear his senses. he jogs toward a mini puddle and jumps right into it. sakusa grimaces at the water splashes. 

“it doesn’t matter. i don’t care about them anymore. they can have beaver guy so they want. i’m one of the best volleyball players in the country, and i’m ...somewhat good looking, and i’m tall...their loss.” 

komori searches for more puddles. 

“is it because of my personality?” sakusa quietly says. when he sees his cousins jumping into more puddles, he rolls his eyes. “komori, i’m being serious here” 

“when are you not?” komori calls back. he jogs back to sakusa and says, “what makes you think it’s your personality?” 

“well....let’s not talk about it.” 

“...” komori glares at him. 

“well....they’re all smiles around other people and like :/ around me. and y’know, my cleanliness. not that i would change for anyone, but i’m just sayin’” 

“if they really liked you then, you wouldn’t want you to change. although, you can be nicer sometimes....just a little” komori cheekily says. 

“...you’re right,” sakusa sighs. 

~~~

“update: beaver guy’s no longer in their life. he tried to make a move on them and they didn’t like it so they cut him out of their life.” 

“wait whaaat? it’s been days since you last talked about y/n. what-” 

“can you not say their name so loud???” 

“so beaver guy pulled a move on them?” 

“yes. and they cut him off because he took advantage of their niceness.” 

“...” 

“so technically what happened to beaver guy also happened to me.” 

komori shakes his head. “y/n hasn’t cut you out of their life....they still talk to you sometimes! and even asked if you wanted to walk home, which you-” 

he points an accusing finger at sakusa. “which you said no to >:(” 

“don’t point, it’s rude.” sakusa looks away. 

“what’d you say no???” 

“i didn’t want to appear desperate.” 

~~~

“so...how long are you gonna stare at the ceiling? we’re supposed to be doing measurements right now.” 

“oh sorry,” sakusa slightly bows down and quietly adds, “i walked them home yesterday.” 

komori loudly gasps, which he apologizes for when everyone turns to look at him. “whaaat,” he whispers. “what happened?” 

“i walked them home and then walked myself home, that’s what happened.” 

“you’ve gotta be kidding me. give the details!”

“there’s nothing too important that happened. other than my confession.” 

._. “and you’re saying nothing important happened??” 

“turns out they like...me...too” sakusa stutters. his ears are bright red. “i feel like i’m gonna throw up.” sakusa’s hands presses against his stomach.

“the good kinda throw up?” 

“there’s no such thing as a ‘good throw up’“ sakusa barks back. 

~~~

“y/n looked really happy and cheerful today and so do you...which i thought i’d never see...” 

normally, sakusa would jab his cousin if he heard that, but today, he chooses to ignore it. 

“so what’s going on??” 

“nothing much. just some kissing,” sakusa says. his whole face is glowing. 

“remember when you said kissing was gross?” 

“i don’t know what you’re talking about,” sakusa brushes off. “and you better not tell y/n i think they’re gross when i clearly don’t >:(” 

~~~ 

“hand-holding huhhhh?” 

“their hands were cold, that’s why.” 

“why am i so invested in your relationship,” komori softly chuckles to himself. “y’all are cute.” 

“it does feel nice to have someone to talk to about these things,” sakusa quietly says. komori pulls back in surprise. 

“well, i’ll always be here for ya! but don’t you dare try rubbing your relationship in my face.” 

“i’d never. i know what it’s like to be single.” 

“???? that’s the most non-sympathetic thing i’ve ever heard! obviously, everyone knows what it feels like to be single” komori rolls his eyes. 

~~~

“people are saying y/n’s dating me for my money.” 

“ignore them >:(” 

“people keep saying that y/n probably get no action and that i don’t even touch them.” 

“like i said, ignore those stupid people” 

“i wish it can be that easy,” sakusa sighs. 

~~~

“i’ve lost track of how many times i’ve kissed them.” 

komori jokingly pulls back in disgust. “no one keeps track, dummy.” 

“i’d say about 43 times” 

~~~

and now sakusa kisses you like he’s a starved man who hasn’t eaten in days 😐 basically, engulfing you. long, passionate kisses that gets your heart pounding every time. 

and that’s it for now :)) tell me what you think! <3