#and oh my god the reaction it gets from me everytime 🥺🥺

[naniskys]

there's straight up crack in bad buddy series, why am i still this obsessed 3 years on

[slayfics]

oh my GOD im absolutely enjoying ur muichiro oneshots and chapters. You really are a talented writer making my heart flutter everytime 🥺❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥 and i thought it would be really adorable if u wrote a oneshot similar to the raining scenario where muichiro gets sick because he lets u train under the shade while he stands outside to watch out for any demons. how would the reader react to a sleepy and sick muichiro 😦😦

You look after a sick Muichiro.

You read the letter from Shinobu over three times just to make sure you got the instructions right before walking back to Muichiro’s room. Muichiro was laying down in his bed with his eyes closed. You were afraid to wake him but sensing your presence he opened his eyes slightly and looked over at you. 

“Miss Kocho has written back. She said that if your fever doesn’t break by tomorrow morning we should go to the Butterfly Mansion to have you looked after. She also gave me a few instructions to help until then.” 

“What was her advice?” He asked. 

“Oh right! I’ll be right back!” You said and hurried off. Shinobu had said to make sure Muichiro drank a lot of water and to place a damp washcloth on his forehead.

You quickly grabbed a washcloth and ran it under some water then rung it out to make sure it wasn’t too wet. Then you filled a glass of water and came back to his room. Muichiro had closed his eyes again. Seeing him this way was painful. If he hadn’t made it a big deal to stay out training you while the weather was bad he wouldn’t be this sick. Hearing you approaching he opened his eyes slightly again.  

“She said to put this on your forehead and to make sure you drank a lot of water.”  

“Very well.” Muichiro said grabbing the damp washcloth and placing it on his forehead but over his hair. You weren’t an expert at tending to any sicknesses, but you were pretty sure the washcloth was supposed to go directly on his forehead, not on top of his hair.  

“Umm... mind if I help you?” 

“Go ahead.” He said. You carefully picked up the washcloth then moved his hair off of his forehead then placed the washcloth back on. 

“Oh, that does feel better.” He said.  

“Make sure you drink all of this too when you can.” You said placing the water next to his bed. 

“Ok.” He said then closed his eyes again. You started to walk out of the room when you heard him rustle in bed. You turned around to see him staring at you. “Do you need something else?” You asked. 

“Where are you going?” 

“Back to my room, you need to rest.” 

“Yes, but you can stay.” He said. 

“Oh... Ok.” You said walking back into the room. Muichiro closed his eyes again and you weren't sure what to make of the situation. Did he just not want to be alone? You weren't sure what to do so you stood by the bed for a bit. 

“You don’t have to just stand there.” He said after a few moments passed. You looked around the room unsure of what he wanted you to do.

Muichiro’s room was painfully simple. Just a bed and a big window that looked over the always foggy mountain. Did he mean for you to sit on the bed then?

You awkwardly sat on the other end of the bed while Muichiro sat up and drank some water.  You watched him to see his reaction to you sitting on the bed, as you were still unsure if this is what he wanted you to do.

“It’s late you should rest too.” He said as he laid back down. 

“You... want me to rest here?” You asked him to clarify. Muichiro did not speak but nodded his head slightly and watched you carefully with big eyes. You had never seen him look so vulnerable before. Seeing him with the damp washcloth on his head and pale completion made you want to care for him as best as you could, and if that meant keeping him company while he didn’t feel well you didn’t mind. You slowly laid down next to him. Muichiro closed his eyes and seemed to be more at ease.  

“Goodnight” He finally said with his eyes still closed. 

“Goodnight Tokito.” You responded, as you watched his breathing slow and deepen as he fell asleep. 

Thank you so much for your support and kind words. I hope this is what you were looking for, or at the very least gives you a smile! I had fun writing it, thank you for the request~

[autisticbokutoenthusiast]

pit babe ep 13 stray thoughts

(everytime i think ive posted this i look in my drafts and its still here..... maybe i was too unhinged and tumlr is trying to spare yall)

-northsonic influencer era finally paying off. its time for these volggers to bring justice!!!!

-sonic's insta story:

- DID HE KILL A FUCKING KID WHAT THE FUCK

- jeff get his ass THIS ENDS NOW!!! TONY YOU WILL CRUMBLE

- alan hiding jeff behind him is so funny like jeff is the one with alpha healing but ok

- winner is still taking me out like how did he end up high ranking in this mess

- jrgkhksghjshggjka sonic being like stop tapping me with your gun im concentrating 🥺

- is winner just a northsonic anti or is he the only character unaware hes in a bl

- its the way north always puts himself in front of sonic but sonic holds him up from behind :/

-winner, my baby, put the gun down. look at me, look at me!! this isnt you. stop this!

-winners pathetic ass i told you he wouldn't last in organized crime. oh they kicking the SHIT out of him. oh poor guy

-the fight scenes this ep >>>>

-pete i get but why do babe an way know how to shoot guns nvm babe keeps missing

-WAY NOOOOOOOO NOOOOOO NOOOOO WAY GET UP GET THE FUCK UP STOP MESSING AROUND WAY GET UPP

-babe and tony having a slayful baby hairs off

-STAWP WITH THE FAWKING FLASHBACKS ENOUGH! oh babe

-KENTAAAAA AND HIS KNIFE LETS GOOOOO

-all of tonys kids watching him die..... all having a different reaction....

-x hunter wathcing way die....

-WAYYY STOP THIS GET UPPP STAND THE FUCK UP WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS TO ME WAY STOP IT YOURE GOING TO THE END WITH HIM WAY STOP

enough...

-pete crying in the back... im going to launch myself into the mid atlantic

-WHAT DID I FUCKING SAY ABOUT THESE DAMN FLASHBACK SEQUENCES ENOUGH

-god pete was gone fromt the first meeting....

-northsonic lost their big brother ive had it lets wrap this up i cant take it

-god babe is next no im looking away i will not see

-charlie just wants babe to be happy...

- oh he just wanted babe to be taken care of…. oh he keeps a scrapbook…

- kim’s autistic swag is radiating so hard

- babe having to do the focus….

- this man is pregnant good for him. good for papa and mama

- can charlie absorb enigma powers asking for a friend and his pregnancy test

- did they kill winner where is he

- awwwwww. i wish i was that good at setting up picnics

- ITS OVER NOOOOOOOOOOOO

this was a fun show to watch and also the first piece of omegaverse media i ever finished.... so a good introduction agjkjgalkjg

[calciumcryptid]

How do you feel about a we are au where Phum and Kluen end up good friends all of a sudden? After, like, a few weeks pass of Phum dating Peem.

Like, suddenly people are starting to see them together, hanging out and talking calmly, even smiling amusingly at each other— like they are having fun. And Phum’s friends are confused, because is this the Phum that would tense and look like he’s a minute away from hissing at Kluen everytime he appeared? Is this the Kluen that would smile dryly at Phum and mostly ignore him?

It could a fun idea, especially with scenes where maybe Toey or even Q think Kluen might be bothering Phum so they kind of try to fend him off, and Phum is like, “Guys, no need.” He’s just so confused at their defensive stances, and THEY are so confused with his easy-going energy.

Oh, imagine Fang’s reaction fuehdjrhejjd I wouldn’t even think. Or Beer’s.

Peem is especially the most confused. Kluen went from trying to seek him to seeking his boyfriend, who was so jealous of Kluen not a long time ago. Now they are spotted at Aunt Pui’s cafe??? Drinking their coffee together and having winded convos?? With hand gestures and all???

Like a 5+1 type of fic; five times Phum and Kluen were seen together and that one time they reveal they are actually friends.

I saw your post about writing a fic in Kluen’s pov and I thought: Yeah, sure, I personally made Kluen kind of a bad guy in my omegaverse fic, but just because it’s plot relevant for very important scenes. I don’t dislike the guy that much tbh.

And this idea seems fun. Like, Peem asking Phum about it after a while, kind of cautiously because he doesn’t know how to breach the subject (He doesn’t want to give Phum the impression that it’s a wrong thing, this new development with Kluen. It’s just shocking.)

And Phum just blinking at him, and then going, “Well, I was trying to make peace with him for you, because I know you guys get along. 🥺 But then I realized we actually have a lot in common. I guess it just happened.”

I just imagine Peem going oh, and then being so very proud that Phum did that. That he and also Kluen got over all the petty stuff and got to know each other for real, and now they are friends!!

When he tells Phum that, Phum makes a “☺️” face that quickly morphs into a smirk, and says, “He’s not that bad, yeah. He liked you, after all. No one who likes you is bad.”

Peem flicks his nose, cheeks redder, and mutters, “Shut up, you.”

But Phum can see the fondness in his face.

This… is a long one. I just had to get the plot bunnies out after I saw your post. (I hope you’re having a wonderful week. ✨)

!!!

Cole, you have no idea how much I love the concept of Phum and Kluen being on good terms whether in a frenemies way or in a genuine friendship way!

Mainly because I think Phum deserves even more friends, and I believe Kluen deserves some good in his life after the confusion he went through at the volunteer camp. Plus, I am always down for more architect and engineering friendships.

Oh gods, everyone's reactions! I know Q and Toey would be concerned and defensive, we saw them when Kluen talked to Peem for three seconds at that art store and how Toey dashed off. I can see Fang getting defensive too for his little brother, even willing to punch Kluen if it comes down to it!

Now if you don't mind me pushing my BeerKluen agenda a little more I like to imagine one of Phum and Kluen's little meetings happening like this.

Beer: *leaves*

Kluen: All I'm saying is your best friend is hot.

Phum: Stop it!

Plus, you saw the energy Kluen carried in the show sometimes. I think Kluen and Phum should be petty and judgemental together instead of at each other.

Oh gods, Phum using the conversation with Peem as a chance to flirt, that made me so soft.

For the record, I don't think Kluen is a bad guy in your fic. Antagonistic? Yeah, but Q makes it clear to the audience Omega!Kluen needs to work through some stuff. I don't think Kluen is any different from canon, just returning Phum's (honestly kinda vile) energy a little more during the volunteer camp. I love Phum, I love that he can be an asshole, but he was an absolute ass during the volunteer camp arc.

(I am having a wonderful week, as my fall break is about to start Wednesday! I hope you land that job!)

[wowifinallywatched]

Listen...this is not my official more coherent thoughts around the Jigsaw installment of the fucking incredible Saw franchise that i normally like to post first but if you've ever wondered what it's like to watch a movie with me and my internal monologue well LOOK NO FURTHER

Coherent thoughts will be coming soon, but for now enjoy a raw reaction to whatever the FUCK THIS WAS I JUST FINISHED WATCHING AND I AKSBFKABF I JUST NEED TO SHARE THIS FEELING WITH SOMEONE HOLY FUCK-

JIGSAW

Listen if you're gonna be bringing this iconic and amazing as fuck series back it better be Fucking at the same level

Ah yes your standard creepy detective who makes sexist jokes like they get paid for it and no one does anything about it because “it's just who they are” and it's one of the bad qualities you have to adopt in about this person uh yeah no FUCK THA-

Okay I'm sorry I'm fucking sorry 39:33??!?!?!?!?!? FUCKING GOLD BEAUTIFUL STUNNING THAT WAS EVERYTHING IVE WANTED LISTEN I KNOW TRUST THE PROCESS OF THESE MOVIES DONT JUDGE TOO SOON BUT FUCK ME THAT WAS GOOD AND I WAS STILL TEETERING  Listen I miss John okay-

WHAT THE FUCK IS GONNA HAPPEN IS HE GONNA COME BACK FROM THE DEAD OR IS THIS REALLY SMART AJBRIAHE Fucking skin suit or secret child ass akdbia

Eleanor DYING WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS SHIT Like i can judge this would totally be me as well BEAUTIFUL??? OKAY BITCH NOW I THINK YOU'RE CRAZY

OH MY GOD SHOW ME WHO THE FUCK POISENED YOUR SIPPY CUP BAG MOTHERFUCKER I AM LOSING MY SHIT NOT KNOWING IF JOHN REALLY IS ALIVE OR NOT FUChis

“He was my nephew” Oh my god he was his nephew I'm sorry I had to-

BRKJZISHWJBEJAHSIWBWIHSIS MOTHERFUCKING SAW MY FUCKING GOD YOU'VE DONE IT AGAIN WJDBQJ PUTTING HIM IN JOHNS CASKET HAHAHHA HOW THE FUCK DID THEY DO THAT QUIETLY OH MY GOD I LOVE THESE MOVIES SO MUCH THEY'RE ALWAYS ONE STEP AHEAD AND JUST AJDBSIHDJW OBSESSED  I CANNOT OH MY GOD I LOVE IT ONE OF MY FAVOURITE SCENES IN MY BRAIN IT WAS EITHER GONNA BE TWO OPTIONS, JOHN WAS GONNA BE THERE OR HE WASN'T  BUT JUST IN SAW STYLE, A SURPRISE THIRD OPTION HAS APPEARED HAHAHAH Its like when you watch these movies, you're thinking so hard about one part of it (where the fuck is John) that you become completely oblivious to other options (surprise Mr. Coma has appeared) ALSO I WORK IN THE FUNERAL INDUSTRY AND THERE IS STRICT LAW THAT YOU CANNOT OPEN UP A COFFIN INSIDE THE CEMETERY SO H A

I'm trying to bring logic into these movies when I just watched a man get turned into a human milkshake

But this also means that someone could have taken John's body and has been using his DNA  But would the tests come back saying the DNA is dead or alive? Like someone purposely put his DNA under the guys nails to throw them off who's really playing these games I wonder if it's the OG Dr. saw bathroom who's running the show If John really is alive that would be fucking perfect This psycho mortuary girl better not have dug up John himself to fulfill her obsession I SWEAR- OH MY GOD SHE HAS THE OG SAW STOPPPP HAHAHAHAH Wait wait NO NO NO THIS IS A SET UP I SWEAR OH MY GOD THE DETECTIVE

everyone's like “oh copy cats copy cats” but it's actually the fucking detectives that study these cases of jigsaw everyone calm your tips MY TITS ARE NOT CALM WHERE IS THE DAUGHTER NO IM NOT FUCKING AROUND WHERE IS HIS DAUGHTER I SWEAR 

Oh my god I hear remnants of the saw music as they drive off from the house 🥺 LITTLE PIGGY IS STILL IN PLAY LES GOOOO Everytime I see VAIDUWOFJKSHEIEHDIJWKDNWKJFKSBEKNWKDJEKDBOSBRKANJDHSID JOHN JOHN SOBDJSBDIAHDIHA I JUST CHOKED ON MY CEREAL OH MY FUCKING GOD JOHN MY JIGGY SAWWY MAN IM GONNA CRY HOLY FUCK IVE MISSED YOU NSKFBSJS HOW THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK YOU WERE IN A FUCKING MORTUARY WHAT IN THE EVER LOVING FUCK NO I DO NOT TRUST WHAT I SEE ARE YOU A TWIN BROTHER OR SOME SHIT I AM LOSING MY MIND WHAT IN THE ACTUAL FUCK DID THEY REPLACE YOUR BODY BUT THE TEST SUBJECTS WOULD HAVE COME BACK IS THIS A HALLUCINATION HOLY SHIT  I AM ABOUT TO BREAK THIS FUCKING TABLE HOLY FUCKING SHIT My boy you look like you've aged so much Oh my god that misdiagnosis hit way too close to home alright I am John number one protector BUT HOW THE FUCK IS HE ALIVE BECAUSE THE TUMOUR AND THE SKABKFJA John baby listen i love you so much and I love the game you've got going on and you give the best monologue but HOW THE FUCK ARE YOU ALIVE

Listen surely those jigsaw pieces are a set up because surely not even the most dumbass of cops would keep that in their fucking FREEZER HAHAHAH

I am absolutely fucked I trust none of you bitches except daddy mortuary 

AWWWWWWWWW MEANING BEHIND THE PIG HEAD MENTIONED SO CASUALLY THAT IS SO CUTE JOHN

John is so fucking extra he has all these props and then uses a single shotgun

This is more trying to pick who Johns new apprentice is and i don't like any of them

GIRL WHY WOULD YOU WEAR BOOT HEELS TO THIS SCAVENGER HUNT

Listen John sliding the door to people's eternal doom just hits different okay

BACKWARDS OH MY FUCKING GOD JOHN YOU ARE SO SMART It’s literally been the EXACT SAME ALL THESE YEARS PLAY BY THE RULES HE NEVER SAID YOU HAD TO SHOOT EACH OTHER FOR YOUR FREEDOM THAT WAS NOT A RULE HE SET IN PLACE HAHAHAHAH I LOVE THIS AND I WAS CLAIMING HE WAS USING A SIMPLE ASS SHOTGUN OF COURSE IT WASN'T JUST A SHOTGUN I KNOW BETTER THAN THIS

DADDY MORTUARY WAS THE DOCTOR THAT FUCKED UP HIS TEST RESULTS OH MY FUCKING GOD YOU ABSOLUTE LAZY DICKWAD OF A MAN YOU ARE DOOMED HAHAH

Wait what the fuck this is sus whats happening ABDKJSJEBWJDHIWVDJHS I THOUGHT HIS BODY WAS JUST ROLLING AT FIRST WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING NO NO WAY DADDY MORTUARY IS JOHNS NEW APPRENTICE DETECTIVE YOU AND ME ARE THE SAME WAIT WHAT DO YOU MEAN I AM HIM NO YOU WERE THE ONE I TRUSTED NO FUCKING WAY THE ONLY ONE I TRUSTED TURNED OUT TO BE THE MAN BEHIND IT ALL HAHAHAHAH FUCK WHY DOES THIS ALWAYS HAPPEN FUYCJA FUCKABAFSIABKFJBKAF HOLY FUCKING SHIT THAT IS HOLY FUCK LISTEN I STARTED TO DOUBT THIS ONE THEN I TOLD MYSELF DON’T DO THAT BECAUSE IT’S WHAT HAPPENS EVERY TIME I ALWAYS THINK THEY’RE NOT AS GOOD AS THE PREVIOUS ONE BECAUSE YOU HAVEN’T REACHED THAT CLIMATIC PLOT TWIST THAT PULLS ALL THE PIECES TOGETHER  AND THEN YOU REACH IT AND YOU THINK HOLY FUCKING SHIT THE FUCKING PAST AND PRESENT PLAY THAT THIS SERIES IS SO GOOD AT

OH MY GOD I GOT SO EXCITED THINKING MY BABY JIGGY SAWWY MAN WAS ALIVE BUT NOPE IT WAS JUST THE PAST GAMES SOBS AND IT’S SO FUNNY BECAUSE NOW IF YOU REWATCHED THIS MOVIE YOU’D SEE ALL THE SIGNS POINTING TO THE TRUTH You just have to follow the rules You just have to follow the signs pointed in the direction of the movie plot OH FUCK ME MOVIE GO FUCK YOURSELF WITH YOUR CLEVER WAYS Think about it if you really listened to this movie, it’s literally telling you exactly what’s going to take place Oh fuck me HAHAHAHAH I NEED TO REWATCH ALL THESE MOVIES NOW WITH THAT MINDSET THIS HAS MIND FUCKED ME I CAN’T BELIEVE IT THE FACT WE WERE WATCHING THE OG GAME WITH THE DADDY MORTUARY BUT SIKE IT WAS TEN YEARS AGO

Not gonna lie Daddy Mortuary was kind of hot Jesus I need to learn his real name I'm sure someone said it I was just blinded by his good looks-

I AM LOSING MY MARBLES I LITERALLY CONTINUE DO ANYTHING ELSE RIGHT NOW HAHAHA LIKE HOLY FUCK HOLY FUCKING SHIT THAT MOMENT WHEN HE STARTED GETTING UP LOST IT GAVE ME FEELINGS BACK TO THE FIRST SAW MOVIE WHERE JOHN SLOWLY GOT UP AND REVEALED HIMSELF  Oh my god Daddy Mortuary was the son John never got to have *GROSS SOBBING IN THE CORNER*

AND SLIDING THE DOOR SHUT JUST LIKE JOHN LIKE JIGGY SAWY FATHER LIKE JIGGY SAWY SON SO THIS GAME HAPPENED FUCKING YONKS AND WOULD HAVE ALREADY HAPPENED BEFORE AMANDA AND BEFORE WHATEVER THE FUCK DETECTIVE FACE WAS I ALREADY DON'T REMEMBER HIS NAME I just can't I can't believe they still gave us John Kramer content while he's still fucking dead that was so fucking clever You can't have a saw movie without the original Jigsaw in it and they fucking keep it alive in a smart way, not forced, but smart WAIT DADDY MORTUARY WHAT IN THE EVER LOVING FUCK DID YOU DO WITH JOHNS BODY I GET IT THE GAMES HAPPENED TEN YEARS AGO AND SUCH BUT WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO WITH JOHNS BODY  DID HE MOVE A WHOLE ASS CASKET AND REPLACE HIS CASKET WITH ANOTHER actually he works in a mortuary he would have the skills to do that HAHAHAHAH FUCKKKKKKK Listen this movie literally gave us John content, fucking ecstatic about it, then showed it was past John and that he's not really here right now

BUT THEY LEFT THE FUCKING DOOR WIDE OPEN FOR JOHN TO STILL BE ALIVE BY HIM NOT BEING IN THAT CASKET AND I KNOW ITS PROBABLY MORE A “They just put the body elsewhere/ replaced his casket” BUT LISTEN LET ME HAVE THIS SMALL OUNCE OF HOPE OKAY

ALSO DID I FUCKING CALL IT OR DID I FUCKING CALL IT ABOUT PUTTING JOHNS DNA UNDER HIS NAILS ON PURPOSE FUCKING CALLED THAT SHIT BITCH AND IM REALLY PROUD BECAUSE I CAN NEVER DO THAT WITH THESE MOVIES FUCK YES GO TEAM 1 FOR US  16 MILLION FOR THE MOVIE OKAY LET ME HAVE THIS ONE- Not me going on about how old John looks and it's literally exactly how he looks in all the other movies HAHAHAHAHAH

OH MY GOD IN THAT SCENE WITH JOHNS NEIGHBOUR AND LEG-O-LOSS I THOUGHT NEIGHBOUR WAS IN SHOCK (of course we find out because she was his neighbor) BECAUSE JOHN WAS SUPPOSED TO BE DEAD BUT IT WAS ONLY BECAUSE THEY WERE NEIGHBOURS  NO ONE EVER BATTED AN EYE OR SAID BUT JIGSAW IS DEAD BUT JOHN KRAMER IS DEAD OH MY GODDDDD ANOTHER FUCKING SIGN TO JUST PAY ATTENTION TO THAT'S BEING SAID AND IT WAS REVEAL THE WHOLE MOVIE TO YOU

Just oh my God okay I need to lay this out Daddy Mortuary- Okay no let me find his real name Also poor fucking Eleanor she really was just a Saw fanatic and now she's wrapped up in something she doesn't even realise IF ONLY SHE KNEW BECAUSE SHE WOULD BE LOVING HER OWN STORY RIGHT NOW LOGAN HIS NAME IS LOGAN Alright so  Logan fucked up John's test results by mislabelling (the poor other fucking dude that got those results) which i feel like was a bit of an add on instead of reveal WAIT BUT IF THIS GAME HAPPENED BEFORE THE OTHER GAMES IN THE OTHER MOVIES Oh my fuck then he would have no reason to mention it in any of his past monologues because he already faced the man that did it and seeked his ‘revenge’ OH MY GOD OKAY REDEEMED THAT WAS THE ONLY THING I HAD TO COMPLAIN ABOUT BUT HE'S BEEN REDEEMED CARRY ON So John sets up one of his classic games, with the machine that was “never used” or they never found the bodies for OH MY GOD LOGAN GAVE HER THE ANSWER. LITERALLY JUST TOLD HER. BECAUSE HE FUCKING KNEW. HE WAS APART OF THAT GAME. HE WOULD HAVE RECOGNISED THE MACHINE STRAIGHT AWAY. HE LITERALLY TOLD HER BUT OF COURSE YOU WOULD NEVER SUSPECT IT TO BE ANYTHING BUT AN ACCUSATION HAHAHAH SHITTTTT I keep trying to write this out calmly and then get really Hyped up forgive me- The game begins with everyone having their sins AND YOU KNOW WHAT I THOUGHT IT WAS SO WEIRD THE GAME STARTED WITH SOMEONE STILL UNCONSCIOUS, IT FELT VERY UNLIKE JOHN BECAUSE HE'S ALL ABOUT HAVING A FAIR CHANCE TO REDEEM YOURSELF and when we finally got to see the result of that scene where John is racing out to save him because it was an unfair start and he wanted to personally give him a second chance IM NOT CRYING YOU'RE CRYING- I wonder how far apart these events were to the previous movie

ANYWAY

My brain isn’t working i literally can't stop thinking about John being a protective father to him John takes him under his wing seeing his pain, seeing his grief and to teach him its not about anger AND LOGAN TEACHING JOHN SOME THINGS TOO SOBS listen, John is the most forgiving person IT DOESN'T LOOK LIKE IT I KNOW WE HAVE LIKE 8 MOVIES TO SAY OTHERWISE BUT LET ME EXPLAIN- HE GIVES THEM A CHANCE TO CONFESS AND THEN BE FREE HE'S ONLY PUNISHING THEM BECAUSE THEY WON'T CONFESS THEMSELVES NOT BECAUSE HE'S MAD Oh my god i really am protecting a serial killer  BUT HEY IT'S FICTIONAL And it is fucking wild to me that no one ever found these bodies (JUST LIKE MY BOY ADAM SOBS) and so Logan planned and waited until the perfect moment to fuck with the world Except there's one thing different from John to the other people that have tried to take his place John gives them a fair game, just play by the rules Amanda, Detective Douche, Logan - They all seemed revenge. They gave them a game, but it wasn't always fair, it wasn't always a game that could be won. Oh wait but Detective banana peel ass didn't exactly confess to freeing Logans wife's murderer so he didn't play the game right OKAY THAT WOULD BE VALID THEN It's just crazy to me that a game happened in real time and we technically got to see exactly what it would have looked like but we never saw the actual game

AND OF COURSE LOGAN CHOSE A GUY THAT DOOMED HIS WIFE'S DEATH AS THE GUY TO GET NO CHANCE FOR REDEMPTION TO REPLICATE HIS OWN EXPERIENCE HAHAHAH LOVE THAT

This was so fucking clever and i never want to stop talking about these movies oh my god

BUT OH MY GOD THE DETECTIVES FUCKING HEAD GETTING SPLICED LIKE A FUCKING BANANA PEEL I CANT- THAT WAS FUCKING BEAUTIFUL HORRIFYING AND DISGUSTING BUT SO FLUID AND BEAUTIFUL  I cannot wait to watch the new movie and see the graphics All things considered theyve really done these movies justice all through the years Like I'm so fucking happy with the ending of this movie And I fucking adore that we got to see John again But I'm not gonna lie my heart is a little broken he's not actually alive and well- I KNOW WE LITERALLY SAW HIM GET AUTOPSIED wait Was Logan the one to do his autopsy  I remember he mentioned something about John being full autopsied but I don't remember if he meant he did it himself WAIT ITS ALWAYS BEEN THE SAME MORTUARY HAND TO DO THE SAW AUTOPSIES HASN'T IT OH MY FUCKING GOD SO HE KNEW THE PLAN ALL ALONG HE FUCKING KNEW OH MY GOD I AM EMOTIONAL-

Now I need to go back and watch the other movies again, for many reasons, but to see if it was Logan all along

I JUST READ MY NOTES WHILE WATCHING PREVIOUS SAW MOVIES AND I MADE A COMMENT ABOUT HOW SUS IT IS THAT THERE’S BEEN ONE CONSISTENT MORTUARY HAND LOOKING AFTER THE SAW VICTIMS HAHAHAH CALLED IT (possibly)

God I don’t drink but right now I feel like I need a drink

ONTO THE NEXT ONE WHERE YOU REALLY CAN’T PREDICT WHAT WE’LL EVER GET AKSBFKBF

[greensagephase]

Alonda, i dont usually comment or ask anything on peoples pages, but oh my god, part nine was AMAZING.

the detail's were astonishing, and the portray of emotions was perfect. reading the chapter felt so unreal, as if i was reading from an actual published book. your so good with your words, i can almost feel whats happening irl. The attention to reader and miguels friendship was also amazing. im so glad we finally got to see them agree they're friends! reader taking care of miguel was also perfect. it sounded just like the way an actual friend would be helping irl, down to the part of helping him shower. which by the way, made me blush a lil bit HAHA. Miguels reaction to the nails on his scalp was so sweet. and the fact that miguel would give anything for reader to have peter back broke my heart. it was really so sweet. im honestly come across on tumblr.

everytime i read your writing, you sound like a professional. if you tol me you had 5 oublished books, id believe it.

this is the one story i think im gonna be genuinely sad about ending. but im also so so happy to see the finale.

love u, love ur writing. take care of urself! drink water, get a snack and some rest.

-anon

Hi, anon!! Thank you so much for sending this lovely ask 🥺 (also, sorry for the long reply!)

I'm so happy to see that you enjoyed the details and emotions of part nine! Your lovely comment about the chapter feeling like a published book - THANK YOU, omg!! 😭 That has to be one of the sweetest compliments I've ever received about my writing. Thank you so much, seriously! I don't have any published books but I've always dreamt about it and hope that one day I can publish some of my unfinished projects.

I'm also so happy that Miguel and reader finally admitted to being friends in their own ways, and I can't wait for Miguel to say it out loud to reader! I'm glad you enjoyed the caring for Miguel. I really wanted this chapter to be fluffy and cute and it be a way for reader and Miguel to get closer and solidify their friendship, so I'm glad you found the ways reader looked after him realistic, down to the shower, which made me feel shy, haha! So I understand the blushing! That part of washing Miguel's hair - omg. I enjoyed writing it so much and it was a bit of a guilty pleasure for me because I think Miguel would truly find it so relaxing? Just the idea of how he'd react to it - AH! I can't so I'll stop talking about it!

And listen, Miguel being willing to give up everything so reader can have Peter back - absolutely broken! He's so sweet and tender 🥹 To still be willing to give up reader and their friendship despite everything he's lost - he deserves the world!!

And aww, thank you, anon!!! I'll be sad once this story comes to an end, too. It's been great having the opportunity to write more in general but even more so because of a character I truly love. I never expected to feel this strongly over a character (I had my moments with others characters but Miguel has really raised the bar lol) but here I am. And to be able to share it with a community that equally loves this character is just so heartwarming. On the happier side, there's still a few chapters left (not sure how many) but I can guarantee you we still have a bit left for this story as we barely just got into the official friendship territory. Either way, I hope you continue to enjoy the rest of the story!!

Thank you so much for reading and for the lovely words! You have no idea how much it means to me! 🥹 And likewise, anon! Please take care of yourself 🥰 I hope to hear from you again! Have a lovely day/night!!!

-Alondra

[seiwas]

ari this was the cutest thing omg 🥺

the things you do for love indeed ari omg 😭 he's insufferable and whiney and so so so in love adn u write that so evidently here it's sickeningly sweet 😭 icb him!!!

all the times you wrote him acting like a giant BABY i was like omg... why would he really do that 😭

when satoru’s posture wilts, though, obviously exaggerated

and ah, you think, there we go. satoru’s classic tactic; using your love for him as a bargaining chip, pouting down at you like a kicked puppy. you like to picture his eyes all watery and glassy, everytime he tries it, as if he’s some rejected cartoon-mascot. so silly. 

until he falls to the floor, knees hitting the soft flooring with a loud thud. awfully dramatic. he clasps his hands together as if to beg and plead, a starved dog at your feet, and gazes up at you with newfound determination. / ”please, baby — i’m begging you,” he groans, voice sad and pained, agonized, like you just threatened to break up with him. silly, silly man. / maybe you should be supporting his acting career, instead of the weird teacher-slash-sorcerer thing he’s got going on. <- pls omg i laughed so hArd at this

but i oh so adore how you portray him 🥺 how much he loves reader, is completely taken by them oOOHH i am melting 🥺 how he tries to show them in the ways he can 🥺

every single detail is worth cherishing. how excitedly he always opens it up, eager for your reaction, and how you always thank him, no matter what it is. sincerely, because satoru can be awkward with his affection, but his love bleeds through in moments like these. from expensive, well-kept bouquets to little flowers on the side of the road; from thought-out gifts to little trinkets; no matter what it is, the sentiment remains the same. (this made me think of you. i want you to have it.  i remembered you mentioning this brand. i love you.) because it makes him happy, to be able to, allowed to show his love for you in ways like this. in normal ways, easy ways, that say more than his words ever could.  (being granted the luxury of making you happy. of loving you, even if satoru doesn’t think he’s very good at that, just yet.)

i am such a sucker for that please!!!

reading this felt like rose tinted glasses 🥺 just all the possible fluff and love for him packed into 7k words 🥺 it's so sweet too seeing how reader just absolutely cannot resist him LMAO 😭

he’s so annoying. you’re growing more and more flustered by the minute, too. 

(he’s getting bolder with the petnames, you note. as if that’d change anything. they’re so cheesy it makes you recoil.) <- but reader loves him THEY DOOOOOOO

and you’re weak, you realize, terribly so. because something deep within your chest constricts, at those sad eyes, heart squeezed painfully, and when you speak you note that your voice sounds a lot softer. 

and of course, you write satoru so beautifully—describe him so tenderly 🥺 these were some of my faves (just. swoon-worthy!!!!)

he looks almost hypnotizing under the sunlight, with the golden rays illuminating his features, smoothing over the contours of his face — as if the sun was made solely to shine on his skin.

all daisies and sunbeams, tailormade to tug at your heartstrings. <- i loooooooved this

not when he’s acting so characteristically himself, so stubborn and infuriating and entirely impossible not to love. <- so true 🥺 entirely impossible to love 🥺 oh he's so endearing i think. annoyingly endearing. the kind that wiggles into ur blanket even when there's no space 🥺

he’s grinning, now, all soft and teasing. it’s more breathtaking than he’ll ever understand.

their banter is also so cute 🥺 like !! poke at fun at him !! drag him !!! he'll pout but still love reader anyway 🥺

”rest assured, baby,” he hums, a melodic lilt to his sugarsweet voice. ”this stays between us. i swear on my honour.” you snort. ”like you’ve got any of that.”

and he is SOOOOOO whipped oh goD. i was smiling the entire time reading this, but ESPECIALLY at these parts 🥺

satoru's answer is instantaneous. ”you always look cute. just wanna see how you look in this,” <- R u KIdDING mE asdbghsadjb

and it takes concentrated effort, to bite back the coo that threatens to crawl up his throat <- he'S A SIMP ASBGASD SUCH A LOSER DBGJASD SO IN LVE SDHBFSD IM GONNA BE SICKVBDGHSFK

but you still see the vague, red tinge crawling up his neck. <- hes so BABYBOY i kENNAWT

crouching down to the floor, silently, he brings his hands up to cover his face. feet against the ground with his knees folded, pressed against his chest, stilling as he inhales sharply / ”hold on, just��� give me a minute…” he finally croaks out, words somehow tiny. almost shy. <- when he did this ari oh my god can i JUST SAY. I WNATED TO HIDE GSDVFHS HELP ABASJFJH I CAN'T BELIEVE HE JUST CRUMBLED TO THE FLOOR LIKE THAT 😭😭😭😭

— he thinks he might actually, genuinely die. <- ofc he does lmao

rendering him speechless, clogging up his throat with pure unbridled love. <- ofc reader does lmao

”you’re killing me,” he whines, loud and right by your ear. nuzzling into you, squeezing you like he’s a puppy with a chew toy. ”you’re so, so, so cute. d’you want me to have a heart attack?” <- I WAS BLUSHING READING THIS PLSSJHDFSADFSADFHJ I CANT HANDLE IT WHEN HE SAYS THINGS LIKE CUTE AND CUTIE AND AAAAAAAAH

”so adorable,” he murmurs, leaving wet kisses on your cheeks. his exaggerated mwahs make you feel just a tad shy. ”my little sweetheart. all dressed up for me.” <- pls just bury me rn

tumblr user shotorus found passed out at gojo satoru saying "cutie."

the things you do for love ; satoru gojo

synopsis; satoru begs you to wear the frilly maid dress he bought. against your better judgement, you indulge him.

word count; 7.0k (this was supposed to be short but i miss him terribly)

contents; satoru gojo/reader, gn!reader, fluff fluff fluff!!, sickeningly sweet, literally just satoru being down horrendous, lots and lots of petnames (he is embarrassing), he’s ur biggest hypeman, entirely sfw!! (i feel like i have to specify that…), reader is a lil grumpy, satoru gojo is the most insufferable man on earth <3

a/n; this is just a silly lil wip i found in my drafts…. i dont remember what possessed me to write this i just think satoru would cry and fall to his knees and throw up blood if he saw u in a frilly dress

”— no.”

the word rolls off your tongue, instantaneous, with a decisive kind of sterness. leaving no room for hesitation, doubt or indecision; not a single gap for his argument to fit through, no loophole he could take advantage of to persuade you into giving in.

but despite all that, satoru just won’t back down.

”come on, baby, please?” he pleads, voice coaxing and sugary sweet. you can almost see those puppy dog eyes of his from behind the black glass of his shades. ”i already bought it and everything!”

”i don’t care,” you spit. a halfhearted attempt at appearing annoyed, in hopes it’ll distract him from the strawberry flush of your cheeks. ”i’m not wearing it. you shouldn’t have bought it, in the first place.”

”but sweetheart,” he drawls, tinged with a sadness he knows tugs at your heartstrings. ”it’s so cute. you’ll look so adorable.”

”not happening.”

”but —”

”— no. i’m seriously not wearing it, satoru.”

and it’s harsh, the flow of your words, sharp and firm; but that’s your only option when he gets like this. your only slim chance at survival, being almost painfully direct. that doesn’t stop your resolve from weakening pitifully when satoru’s posture wilts, though, obviously exaggerated but still somehow effective. you debase yourself for being so weak for him. 

but giving in just isn’t an option, this time. 

under normal circumstances, it wouldn’t take too long for him to persuade you. satoru can be annoying, extremely so — but when he’s being so stubborn about something, there’s usually a good reason for it, even if it’s just that whatever he wants you to do will make him happy. to you, it’ll do.

(his happiness is your priority, after all.)

but in this case, there’s just no way. absolutely no way in hell.

he’s still holding that thing up, like he genuinely thinks it’ll support his argument, swaying it lightly side to side. it really, really doesn’t. it does the complete opposite, in fact.

”but angel,” he tries, again. you wonder if he’s eventually going to run out of petnames, or if he’ll just keep cycling through them until he runs out of air to breathe. ”don’t you wanna see how it’ll look on you?”

a sharp scoff flows from your lips. 

he can’t be serious. 

you really, really, really don’t. if anything, you want everything in the world except for that. you’d rather smash a glass bottle into little pieces and eat them one by one. you’d rather sit on satoru’s lap in a room full of other people. you’d rather jump in front of a moving train with explosives tied to your back.

— it’s so frilly. 

you almost couldn’t believe it, yourself. when he barged into the room, cardboard box in hand, fresh from the mail; all while wearing an excited grin, foreboding, but you were too mesmerized by it to even notice. 

it wasn’t anything out of the ordinary, so you didn’t think much of it. satoru buying you gifts is not in any way unusual, even and especially if you tell him not to — and usually, it’d be a sweet occasion. the kind of moment you can soak in, drink up, and then recall fondly for the rest of the week. 

every single detail is worth cherishing. how excitedly he always opens it up, eager for your reaction, and how you always thank him, no matter what it is. sincerely, because satoru can be awkward with his affection, but his love bleeds through in moments like these.

from expensive, well-kept bouquets to little flowers on the side of the road; from thought-out gifts to little trinkets; no matter what it is, the sentiment remains the same.

(this made me think of you. i want you to have it. 

i remembered you mentioning this brand. i love you.)

a way for satoru to show his love, without overwhelming himself or you. a way of easing him into it, when everything is still just so new to him. 

buying you whatever catches his eye is the perfect solution, according to satoru. and it exasperates you, sometimes, when you come home to five amazon packages right outside your doorstep — but deep down you know it’s more for him than you. because it makes him happy, to be able to, allowed to show his love for you in ways like this. in normal ways, easy ways, that say more than his words ever could. 

(being granted the luxury of making you happy. of loving you, even if satoru doesn’t think he’s very good at that, just yet. but he is good at impulse buying things he knows you’d like; so that’ll have to do, for now.)

which is why you couldn’t help but let his infectious joy seep into your bloodstream, trickling its way through your veins with a sweet kind of fervour. couldn’t help but smile, a tender curl of your lips, in tandem with his cute little grin. couldn’t help but grow a little bit excited, as he opened the package — 

to reveal a cutesy, frilly, maid outfit.

— and then your mind screeched to a halt. 

the look on your face must have been something special, horrified and flustered in equal measure. almost in disbelief, as he immediately began to gush about the outfit in his hands. look at the bows, isn’t it cute? god, you’re going to look so pretty. i mean, you always do, obviously, but —

you weren’t really listening. all your mind could do was spin in circles, trying to get some read on the situation, but it was just no good. he genuinely, thoroughly, truly and sincerely expected you to put on a goddamn maid outfit. 

if he had bought it for himself, then maybe you would've been at least a little bit excited. you’re sure he'd look good in it; with those big blue eyes of his, that cute, happy grin. so good that your heart would probably combust, a little. melt through the floorboards. 

but no — he wanted you to wear it. 

and despite your instant, firm protests, he just will not give it up. your boyfriend is a stubborn man, so it’s no surprise, but it’s still enough to irk you.

”satoru, for real. no! i’m not wearing it!”

”but you’d look so good,” he whines, loud and grating as he inches closer to you. still holding the dress up like a prize; you back away, instinctively, like it’ll burn if you touch it.

”i don’t care! it’s a maid outfit! why the hell would i ever wear it?” 

sunglasses seated at the bridge of his nose, satoru allows you to catch a glimmer of his eyes — an effective method of persuasion. he definitely knows their power, and he’s definitely flaunting them for the sole purpose of making you falter. that manipulative scumbag.

the fact that it actually works makes you even angrier, though.

a sharp turn of your head, and your gaze falls on the windowpane, lingering there as you grumble under your breath. he’s so annoying. you’re growing more and more flustered by the minute, too. 

”— because you love me?” 

satoru tilts his head, white locks of hair following the movement. soft and silky, nice to run your fingers through, but you chase the thought away as soon as it enters your subconscious. he looks almost hypnotizing under the sunlight, with the golden rays illuminating his features, smoothing over the contours of his face — as if the sun was made solely to shine on his skin.

and ah, you think, there we go. satoru’s classic tactic; using your love for him as a bargaining chip, pouting down at you like a kicked puppy. you like to picture his eyes all watery and glassy, everytime he tries it, as if he’s some rejected cartoon-mascot. so silly. 

valiantly, you fight off the temptation to smile, gracing him with another little scoff instead. shooting him an unimpressed look, a tiny raise of your eyebrow. ”that won’t work on me.”

”aww, come on,” he almost coos, inching closer still. ”don’t you love me? my sweetiepie? my cute lil’ mochi?” 

(he’s getting bolder with the petnames, you note. as if that’d change anything. they’re so cheesy it makes you recoil.)

”obviously.” you deadpan, trying your best not to let affection seep into the words. but you see satoru’s lips curl up, anyway. ”i’m still not wearing it, though. sorry.”

satoru sighs. heavy, exasperated — dare you say defeated? for a second, you delude yourself into thinking he might actually give in, for once, spare you both the trouble — 

until he falls to the floor, knees hitting the soft flooring with a loud thud. awfully dramatic. he clasps his hands together as if to beg and plead, a starved dog at your feet, and gazes up at you with newfound determination.

”please, baby — i’m begging you,” he groans, voice sad and pained, agonized, like you just threatened to break up with him. silly, silly man.

”don’t grovel.” a sigh drops from your lips as the pads of your fingers go to massage your temples. soothing what you’re almost sure is an incoming headache.

and he makes a certain noise, almost a whimper, like you just kicked him in the gut. you glance down at him as if to signal really? with your eyes, lips parting to speak — 

but your breath only hitches in your throat, and no sound comes out.

satoru’s eyes are almost teary. peeking out from behind his shades, big and glassy, eyelashes dewy with what you know are just crocodile tears. he’s far too skilled at it for his own good, though — maybe you should be supporting his acting career, instead of the weird teacher-slash-sorcerer thing he’s got going on.

and you’re weak, you realize, terribly so. because something deep within your chest constricts, at those sad eyes, heart squeezed painfully, and when you speak you note that your voice sounds a lot softer. 

”satoru,” you sigh, again; more resigned this time, a little fatigued. missing the way his eyes glint at the sound, as if sensing an opportunity. ”really. i’m sorry i wasted your money, but it’s just… not happening. okay?” 

attempting to sound delicate, your voice settles on a soothing tilt, like an adult speaking to a tantrum-throwing child. hoping it’ll be enough to make him falter even slightly. 

it isn’t, of course; if anything, his determination only grows. 

”even just for a short while?” he tries, voice sweet and pliant. all daisies and sunbeams, tailormade to tug at your heartstrings. ”just an hour or so! then i’ll be satisfied.”

”an hour? no way!” you scoff.

and this time, you don’t miss it. from behind those shades, a certain glimmer of something flickers through his irises — something keen and observant. a certain dread crawls its way down your spine.

”so it’s fine if it’s less?” he grins, changing tactics, smooth and decisive. ”half an hour. that’s as low as i’ll go.”

”oh my god.” an exhale, drawn out and exhausted, from the very depths of your chest. ”satoru. toru. no. i’m not wearing it at all. this isn’t an auction.”

”but it could be,” he purrs, still on his knees. it makes him look a little bit disturbed. ”c’mon. why are you getting so shy? guess what — i’ll even settle for twenty minutes. just for you.”

oh, he’s just awful. you want so badly to be mad at him, and that teasing, smug, shit-eating little smirk of his — but you can’t. 

not when he looks so effortlessly pretty, bathed in the light of the sun, surrounded by a mellow glow so tender it makes him look something like an angel. not when he’s acting so characteristically himself, so stubborn and infuriating and entirely impossible not to love. 

another sigh. you’re a little surprised you have enough air left in your lungs to breathe it out, and as much as you hate to admit it, you’re beginning to grow just a bit tired of the back and forth. ”i’m not shy,” you huff. ”i just don’t want to. it won’t look good on me, anyway.”

satoru blinks. genuine surprise shines in his eyes, for a second, like you caught him off guard. ”huh? of course it will. why wouldn’t it?”

a pause. gnawing at your bottom lip, you avert your gaze, trying to find the words. ”it’s just… tacky,” you settle on. ”it’ll look weird.”

”it won’t! you’ll look so cute!”

another huff, as your dispassionate, bored gaze meets his. ”and how do you know that?”

satoru's answer is instantaneous. ”you always look cute. just wanna see how you look in this,” he chirps, brandishing the outfit with barely contained excitement. thoroughly giddy. ”when i saw it, i knew it’d look adorable on you. and i’m never wrong!”

a soft pout plays at your lips, in the wake of his eager sincerity. barely noticeable, just a little embarrassed, but it’s there. and satoru’s seen it, finally — the road to victory. he knows he can win this, if he’s smart about it.

”i just wanna see you in it. just for a second. please? pretty please?” he tilts his head, tantalizing, showing off the blue of his eyes and the curl of his lips. ”then i’ll never ask you for anything again. promise!”

”okay, that’s a lie and we both know it.”

the grin that blooms on your lips is a mistake, you quickly realize, because satoru interprets any sign of joy on your face as positive approval. his determination grows.

”yeah, yeah… but i mean it! i won’t bother you if you just wear it once. just once!” he puts a single finger up, to emphasize the point. ”just wanna see my precious baby all frilly and cute. won’t you indulge me, oh my dearest?”

he’s grinning, now, all soft and teasing. it’s more breathtaking than he’ll ever understand. he’ll never even come close to understanding how gorgeous he is, like this — when there’s no one around to perform for, when he can just be himself. when it’s just you, and satoru, and the feeling of having all the time in the world.

(even if you don’t.)

and you know your face must be flushed, a soft cherry red, as your gaze falls to the floor. the heat on your cheeks and neck, the pitter patter of your heartbeat; you feel it all. 

and it’s embarrassing, to find yourself so fervently twisted around someone’s finger — to find that you don’t even really mind. being wrapped around satoru’s finger isn’t so awful, all things considered. it’s a scary thought, for sure, but he’d never abuse the privilege. probably.

— a sigh. 

you still don’t want to wear it. you really don’t. it’s just awful. tacky, and embarrassing, and overall unpleasant. 

… but if it’ll get him to stop nagging you like this… 

and if it’s just for a short while…

silence, only silence, spilling into the sunkissed air. outside your apartment, the sky melts into a buttery orange hue. an intense contemplation is etched into your eyes, and satoru takes note of it; opting to put the final nail in the coffin. his very last bid.

”fifteen minutes. then you’re —”

”ten minutes,” you cut him off. sounding just a tad exhausted — resigned to your fate. 

and satoru doesn’t even bother trying to hide his excitement. suddenly beaming, he shoots up to his feet, and it causes you to jolt. ”perfect,” he grins, holding the dress out toward you. a little too eager for your liking.

”— but seriously. i’m only wearing it once. never again,” you tilt your head. ”got it?” satoru just nods, happily, so excited he’s practically jumping up and down — and despite everything, you still can’t find it in you to be angry. 

he looks so earnestly giddy.

eyes brimming with suspicion and weariness, your hands reach out to take it into your arms; the puffy dress, the frilly headwear, and the black thigh highs. you’re surprised he didn’t invest in a pair of shoes, while he was at it. just to complete the set.

(you decide not to comment on it, knowing he’d have some poor, overworked shoemaker on the phone within seconds.)

”need my help putting it on?” he purrs, face suddenly very close to yours — and the sudden stutter of your heartbeat sparks a hitch of your throat. desperate to cover it up, you shoot him a hefty glare.

”oh, shut up,” you hiss, but satoru only grins wider. soft little giggles flowing from his lips, like a schoolgirl teasing her upperclassman. silly.

a heavy hesitance rests on your features, as you give the outfit another chance. judgemental eyes trailing over the bows and frills, giving it a thorough look, until your lips curl down into a soft frown. it’s not that bad, but…

”it’s kinda ugly,” you lie, decisively.

”really? i think it’s cute, though.” 

”yeah, ’cause you have no taste.” a click of your tongue. ”what’s so great about maid outfits, anyway? i don’t see the appeal.”

satoru smiles. carefree, amused — still very much teasing. ”well, we’re about to find out,” he chirps.

you give him a look, eventually giving way to a soft exhale. ”fine — but only ten minutes. at most.” a pause, as you stop to think. what else? ”oh, and no taking pictures.”

”— i’m taking pictures.”

…

the exasperated look you send his way doesn’t seem to phase satoru even in the slightest. he continues to smile at you, unbothered, soft around the edges, and you know you’re not winning this one either.

”… fine,” you sigh. ”but — not too many, okay? and you aren’t allowed to show anyone, either.”

”of course not,” he scoffs, almost offended. ”as if i’d let anyone else see you like that.”

stuck between feeling relieved and put off, you settle on simply letting it go. and satoru continues to speak, reassuringly, glossy lips shining in the sunlight as they part.

”rest assured, baby,” he hums, a melodic lilt to his sugarsweet voice. ”this stays between us. i swear on my honour.”

you snort. ”like you’ve got any of that.”

”mean. anyway — c’mon. i can’t wait any longer.” before you can think to protest, he’s ushering you away in the direction of the bathroom, big hands heavy on your shoulders as they push you. still hesitant, you make no move to resist.

(what have you gotten yourself into?)

with one final sigh, your fingers curl around the doorknob, outfit hanging off your arm. not before sending one final glance back at satoru, reinstating your conditions. ”just this once. then you’re selling it. or burning it.”

”yes, yes — you have my word,” he promises. before you can narrow your eyes, he pushes you forward, gently; bouncing excitedly on the balls of his feet. ”go on, i’m waiting!”

”yeah, yeah…”

the door closes behind you with a soft thud, and the reality of the situation begins to finally dawn on you. the maid outfit weighs heavy on your heart, but light in your arms — you gaze down at it with pure contempt. it’s not like you have a choice, though. satoru won’t let you wriggle away from this one. and maybe, just maybe, a part of you wants to indulge him, after all.

(his smile shone so brightly, in the light of the sun.)

and it’s almost cautious, the way you begin to dress yourself; first the thigh highs, black and silky, then the outfit itself. pulling it over your head, your arms sneaking through the openings. 

it’s a perfect fit. 

a second passes. you stop to think, brows furrowing in suspicion — did the little bastard measure you? just to make sure he got it exactly right? he has been rummaging through your closet more than usual, recently, but you didn’t think much of it. over the years, you’ve conditioned yourself not to question the things that he does. that sneaky, sneaky man.

after putting on the headwear, you finally lift your gaze, tentative and slow — to take a peek at your own reflection. the flush on your face stands out, a contrast to the black and white colour scheme of the outfit. 

and you can’t help but exhale, a little exasperated.

it’s so… frilly. there are frills on the sleeves, on the shoulderpads, on the skirt, on the hems… everywhere. little bows litter the surface of the smooth fabric, a big one attached to the collar, and several smaller ones across the sleeves. 

and as much as you loath to admit it — it is kind of cute. 

still, you can’t shake the feeling that you’re only embarrassing yourself. it’s hard not to think, when a maid outfit is staring into your soul through the mirror — and you just so happen to be wearing it.

(what the hell are you even doing?)

a low groan slips from your lips, and you crouch down, to bury your face in your knees. the flush of your cheeks is beginning to spread towards the tips of your ears, growing hotter by the minute. satoru’s about to see you like this, of all people. how on earth will he react?

(what if he thinks it looks weird, too?) 

”i’m still waiting!” a voice suddenly exclaims, sing-songy and sweet, and closer than you realized. has he just been standing there and waiting in silence, this whole time? of course he has.

”just —” you croak out, words a little strangled. ”just… give me a minute.”

satoru lets out a high-pitched whine, cheek pressed against the cold wood of the door. ”but i’ve been waiting so long already!” he complains, pouting, the urge to see you growing unbearable. impatience tugging at his heart, so excited he can barely pull himself together.

(all he can think of is you, you, you.)

curling up into a little ball, you attempt to swallow the bundle of nerves in the back of your throat — but that jittery, feather-light feeling of your heartbeat just won’t go away. it makes you feel a little paralyzed.

you're actually, genuinely, sincerely about to go show off a goddamn maid outfit. what the hell.

when you finally grasp control over your vocal cords and part your lips to speak, the voice that spills out into the air sounds more than a little meek. but you can’t quite bring yourself to care, overcome by a heart-tingling nervosity and the heat of your skin.

 ”… i don’t want to.”

satoru pauses. 

he can picture you, in his mind’s eye; the way you must look, right now. clad in frills and a cute little skirt, face flushed red and embarrassed, as you shift from foot to foot. and it takes concentrated effort, to bite back the coo that threatens to crawl up his throat — but he knows it’s still not too late for you to change your mind. if he wants to see you, he needs to be careful. so he tactfully opts not to tease you.

”come on, angel,” he soothes, instead. voice smooth like honey, like coffee with cream and too much sweetener. ”don’t be embarrassed.”

you stay silent, still attempting to suffocate the tinge of humiliation in the depths of your chest. so satoru continues. ”just come on out, hm? might as well get it over with. then you won’t have to think of it again.”

a moment passes.

”… do i have to?”

the corners of his lips curl up.

ah, you’re so cute. all embarrassed, almost childish, in the way you’re still trying to be difficult; and satoru just indulges you, all too eager to get you to show yourself to him. ”yes, you do,” he coos. ”be good f' me and come on out, okay?”

a couple moments pass. eerily silent, growing second by second. the only sound that fills the air is that of satoru’s soft breathing, the distant whirring of the ceiling fan.

until finally, he hears the squeak of the bathroom floor. you stand up, turning to glance at your reflection in the mirror one last time, before hesitantly reaching for the doorknob.

it’s slow, the way you open the door, agonizingly so — pushing at it slightly and dragging the movement out. and you can feel satoru’s presence, right behind it, as he takes a step back to give you space. when you finally step over the threshold, you adamantly refuse to meet his gaze.

(satoru’s breath hitches in his throat.)

there you stand, gaze stubbornly averted, expression flustered and mildly annoyed. cheeks dusted a dark cherry-red, that crawls towards the tips of your ears as you fidget with your frilly, oversized sleeves. they’re dressed in little bows, awfully cute, and so is the skirt — short, but not enough to expose the skin of your thighs above the thigh highs. you still squirm a little, thighs pressed together. 

and then, of course, the big bow on your collar to complete the look. pink in colour, a stark contrast to the whites and blacks of the remaining outfit.

after a moment passes with nothing but pure silence, your lips part to speak. doing anything you can to stop yourself from looking over at the man in front of you, afraid of what you’ll see. ”i don’t think it suits me,” is muttered, a tiny huff. ”… and i still don’t see the appeal, by the way.”

— but satoru doesn’t answer. 

he just stares. uncharacteristically silent, in a way you’re wholly unaccustomed to. enough so that you find yourself gnawing at your bottom lip, fidgeting with the hem of the skirt, hoping the smooth texture will soothe your nerves a little. the beating of your heart resounds in your ears, sending blood flowing through your veins with excited pumps.

the silence festers, and all you can do is let it grow, your nervosity thickening with it — until it’s just too much to bear. 

(ahh, you knew it. it really does look weird, doesn’t it? that’s to be expected. 

still, you can’t help but feel just slightly dejected.) 

”… why aren’t you saying anything?” 

the little mumble comes out sounding embarrassed, and maybe just a little defeated, too. but satoru doesn’t hear it. as your gaze falls on the man in question, slowly, you take in his expression with a frown on your face — and realize that he isn’t just keeping quiet. 

he’s completely stunned. 

no matter how hard you stare, you can’t seem to get a good read on his expression. he’s just standing there, face completely blank, eyes entirely obscured by the black of his shades. the light streaming in through the glass of the windows has shifted its course, falling away from the two of you — but you still see the vague, red tinge crawling up his neck. 

and as soon as you spot it, satoru begins his descent.

crouching down to the floor, silently, he brings his hands up to cover his face. feet against the ground with his knees folded, pressed against his chest, stilling as he inhales sharply. shades seated on top of his head, pushed up by his hands when he buried his face in them. a groan drops from his lips, muffled by the skin of his palms — but you can hear it clear as day.

”hold on, just… give me a minute…” he finally croaks out, words somehow tiny. almost shy. 

upon closer inspection, you realize your eyes weren’t deceiving you — there really is a red hue to his neck, one you aren’t used to seeing on him. strawberry-tinged dust, staining his smooth skin, the tips of his burning ears. satoru actually looks flustered, for once. and your heart can’t help but flutter.

— he thinks he might actually, genuinely die.

it’s a wonder, he thinks, that he managed not to fall to his knees the very moment he laid eyes on you. all dolled up; frilly and cute, in his own words, though they don’t come even close to properly describing how adorable you look right now. with your flushed face, shy eyes, and all those little frills and bows adorning your dress. rendering him speechless, clogging up his throat with pure unbridled love. a mouthful of honey, too sweet for even him to swallow.

god. god. he really, really needs to pull himself together.

crouched down like this, face hidden behind his hands, he can physically feel himself grow more and more flustered. senses invaded by the sound of his heartbeat, deep and visceral, until it’s all he can hear — he knew you were going to look cute, obviously, but he was seriously underestimating you. your cuteness is lethal. 

even just the sight makes him weak in the knees. even just the thought of you makes him feel a little like his heart is attempting to break out of his chest. hurling itself at his ribcage with ferocious resolve, like he could keel over and die of heart failure at any given moment. he’s pleasantly surprised that he’s managed to suppress the loud squeal his body keeps trying to let out, honestly.

and while satoru struggles with his deep, internal turmoil, all you can do is watch. looking down at him with wide eyes, as his skin flushes a bright pink, like little chrysanthemums blooming from his neck up to his ears. 

yeah, you think, there’s no doubt about it. satoru is flustered. it’s not a side of him you get to see very often, so you can’t help but be just slightly caught off guard. staring at him silently, until you snap out of it, eyes simmering with something soft and delighted.

he’s so cute.

(and maybe, just maybe — it makes you want to tease him, a little bit.)

so you crouch down, facing him with your knees against your chest, jaw resting on your crossed forearms as you gaze at him. he’s still not looking at you, face hidden behind his palms, shying away from your view.

and then you sigh. the sound catches his attention, soft — and just a little bit dejected.

”… you’re the one who wanted me to wear it,” your lips curl down into a pout, ”and now you won’t even look at me?”

satoru stiffens. 

(you sound sad. you sound disappointed.)

slowly, he parts his fingers, desperate to soothe you — blue eyes peeking out through the gaps, as if the sight of you could blind him. he then proceeds to move his hands, tentative, laboured, like he’s dragging heavy weights off his body. like it’s a struggle. 

with his face finally exposed, all flushed and pretty, bright azure eyes stare at you; brimming with pure adoration. 

satoru exhales, almost shaky. he has to take another moment to simply look at you, as if drinking in every inch of your expression. memorizing every corner of the face he’s grown to love so much.

a moment passes. then two.

then, he practically pounces on you — engulfing you like a tidal wave, trapping you in his big arms as they go to curl around your waist. shades falling off at the impact, hitting the floor with a soft thunk.

”you’re killing me,” he whines, loud and right by your ear. nuzzling into you, squeezing you like he’s a puppy with a chew toy. ”you’re so, so, so cute. d’you want me to have a heart attack?”

a hitch of your breath. that’s all you can manage, utterly failing to keep up with him as he presses you up against his chest. rocking you back and forth in his embrace, smearing open mouthed kisses across your skin; whining and murmuring about how adorable you look. 

a flurry of warmth, of love, of something a little too precious for words. something distinctly satoru, that makes you forget about everything else — as if the world stops spinning somewhere outside of his arms. as if that’s where you belong.

all you can do is indulge him. maybe you’re spoiling him a little too much, but it feels nice; letting him drown you in his overwhelming affection. the thought of creasing the dress doesn’t even seem to cross his mind, as he squeezes the life out of you.

evidently, satoru suffers from an acute case of cuteness aggression. 

”so adorable,” he murmurs, leaving wet kisses on your cheeks. his exaggerated mwahs make you feel just a tad shy. ”my little sweetheart. all dressed up for me.” 

squirming in his hold, he only brings you closer, smothering you in his warm embrace. the slightly erratic beating of his heart is all you can hear, with your cheek squished against his chest. arms keeping you nice and still, lips lingering over that one ticklish spot behind your ear. 

a little giggle slips from your lips, and satoru feels himself smile; wide and giddy, boyish and adoring. nuzzling into the comfort of your chest, soft fabric brushing against his skin, a low whine escapes his throat. ”can't take it. wanna put you in my pocket.”

”your pocket?” a grin blooms on your lips, words dripping with honeyed amusement. satoru grins right back.

”my pocket,” he hums, approvingly. ”you’re just so cute and small. gotta keep you close, so i don’t lose you.”

a huff, lighthearted. 

suddenly, the grip around your midriff tightens — and you’re hoisted up, stumbling a little as satoru lets go of you. still holding onto you by your wrists, softly, delicately, as if you’re made of glass. when you lift your head, all you can see is his satisfied little grin, and the twinkle of his eyes.

your heart flutters. 

satoru gazes at you, silently, still drinking you in. every second spent staring into the brightness of your eyes fills his heart up just a little more; colourful, heart-shaped candies, scooped up and poured into the hole in his chest. patching it right back up, so effortlessly sweet that it makes him want to pluck every star from the sky and offer them at your feet. 

”alright,” he breathes, taking a step back. breaking the delicate silence, a little dance between him and time. fingers still curled around your wrist. ”do a twirl for me.”

a humoured scoff. ”hell no.”

”aw, come on! you gotta pose for the photo, baby.”

before you know it, satoru’s got his phone out — and it’s aimed right at you. by the time you notice it, you’re fairly certain he’s already managed to snap a couple pictures. so all you can do is sigh, in faux exasperation.

”c’mon, c’mon,” he coos. ”give me a smile, pretty.”

a roll of your eyes, as you bite your lip to muffle a soft bout of laughter. it doesn’t really work. ”i’m good.”

satoru seems unaffected by your words, pulling back from your touch reluctantly; just so he can make a show out of playing the cameraman, switching between elaborate positions and taking pictures from angle after angle. somehow, you get the feeling he’s forgotten your request to keep the pictures to a minimum.

(he looks like he’s having fun, though. so you let it slide. just this once.)

”god. you’re way too cute for your own good, you know that?” he murmurs, leaning down to take another picture. and it flusters you, how smoothly the words slip from his lips, how it seems like he barely even has to think about them at all. 

it’s a little embarrassing, in a heart-fluttering kind of way. but you do your best to hide it.

”you’re a sap,” is all you say, soft smile playing at your lips. 

”and you’re adorable,” satoru grins. 

then he slips his phone into his back pocket, satisfied with the collection, and grabs your hand.

his fingers curl around yours, softly — and then he lifts it up. bringing it to his lips. they’re warm, as he kisses across your knuckles, the tips of your fingers. soft as a feather, tickling your skin. 

(as if he’s whispering psalms under his breath. as if he’s worshipping you.)

then he tilts his head, eyes gazing at you sweetly. sweeter than fresh mandarin slices, splotches of marmalade, his favorite caramel fudge. and his eyes crinkle, crow’s feet and dimples peeking out as he smiles, an easygoing kind of joy blooming on that pretty face of his — youthful, boyish. it suits him more than anything.

his voice comes out smooth, awfully coaxing. so very easy to give in to, paired with that breathtaking grin. 

”one tiny twirl?” he asks, politely.

he’s so annoying. 

(but you’re far too in love to say no.)

so with a single roll of your eyes, and a soft little scoff, you relent. indulging him once more, just one more time. just one little twirl.

satoru feels his heart squeeze painfully, deep within his chest, as he watches you spin around. skirt and frills ruffled by the movement. just once, a soft little twirl with your fingers intertwined. far too precious for his heart to take.

when you stop, just a tiny bit dizzy, he leans in, and the kiss he leaves on your forehead is soft. chaste, but it still pulls a blissful sigh from the back of your throat. satoru’s lips curl up against your skin, before he pulls back — eyes almost overflowing with affection.

”cutie.”

you blink. 

averting your gaze, flustering a little under the weight of his love-filled eyes, all you can do is emit a soft little huff. embarrassed, as it flows from your lips. but it only makes satoru’s smile grow further.

”okay, okay. you’ve had your fun.” you clear your throat. ”time’s up.”

suddenly, satoru’s eyes fill with something akin to dread — nose crinkling, just barely, a sign of his displeasure. ”noooo,” he whines, draping his arms around you. tugging you close. ”just a little more? please? pretty please?”

”nope! we said ten minutes. no take backs.”

”can’t i have an extension? since i’m your favorite?” satoru pouts, puppy dog eyes in full force. only this time, they don’t work as well as he’d hoped.

”nope,” you repeat, popping the p. ”sorry.” another whine buzzes right by your ear, and you smile. 

”and then we’re burning it.”

”noooo!” 

”sorry, but it’s gotta go.” you bite back a soft grin. satoru sounds agonized, voice dripping with grief, and it makes your heart dance with barely contained laughter.

”but then you can’t wear it anymore, baby…”

”that’s kinda the point, toru.”

”but you’re so cute in it,” he pouts, bringing you closer still. squeezing at your waist and rubbing his cheek against the top of your head. ”it’d be such a waste if you never wore it again, don’tcha think?”

he’s trying his best, you can tell — attempting to make you falter, coax you into wearing it just a little longer. but for today, you’re done indulging him.

”well, too bad.” nuzzling into his neck, your tone settles on a firm tilt; decisive, as you nip at his skin. just a little teasing. ”i said i’d never wear it again, and i meant it.”

a moment passes. maybe it’s the warmth of your lips on his skin, or maybe he can tell you aren’t budging — whatever the case, satoru finally seems to relent. an exhale tumbles from his tongue, deep and drawn out. ”fineee,” he drawls. ”i’ll just buy you a new one.”

”i won’t wear it. i’ll just get angry.”

”at lil’ old me? really?”

”really really,” you click your tongue. ”if you love maid outfits so much, why don’t you wear one yourself?” a beat. ”it’d look good on you.”

satoru perks up, suddenly. pulling away so his eyes can meet yours, bright and teasing, glazed over with something excited. ”oh?” he purrs. ”you wanna see me in one, huh? so bold, baby.”

a scoff slips from your lips, sharp but tinged with laughter. ”well, it’s only fair, right?” grinning up at him, your hand reaches out to smooth away his bangs. fingertips trailing across the expanse of skin, touch so very tender that his eyes flutter shut. ”i think you’d pull it off better than i ever could, anyway.”

a hum buzzes in his throat, seconds ticking by slowly; a dance with him and time. an attempt to prolong the softness of the moment.

”hmm… well, i’ll consider it.” just barely holding back a smile, he leans into your touch. ”you gotta wear it with me, though. we can buy a matching set!”

”that makes no sense,” you huff, with a raise of your brow. ”i’ve already worn it once, so next time, it’s gotta be all you.”

”sorry, baby, but you need to do it too.” he cradles you close, smoothing a palm down your spine, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. chest rumbling with the smooth timbre of his voice, words rich with teasing fondness. ”i’m too shy to do it by myself.”

and you really, really wish you could be angry with him — but it’s just impossible. 

satoru is just way too lovable, smile far too sunny and warm for you not to melt under. and his caress says more than words ever could, light and doting, careful and loving; like how a believer cups a handful of holy water. as if you could slip from his grasp at any moment, so he has to keep you extra close.

in the end, all protests and complaints die on your tongue. you only laugh, soft and breathy, filling the air with a fondness so palpable you can almost taste it. bordering on something close to a scoff, but never quite getting there. 

eventually, satoru does — begrudgingly — let you change out of the outfit. whining a little, sulking a tad, before brightening right back up again. like clockwork, the sun peeking out after a rain shower, the calm after the storm. always that same happy smile, wrapping you around his little finger.

satoru, in all his glory; your very own pocket of sunshine. annoying, stubborn, thoughtful — 

and yours, wholly and thoroughly.

(while you’re busy gazing at him adoringly, satoru grumbles under his breath. contemplation painted on his features, as his mind spins in circles. frills, bows, lace…

what kind of design would make him look the prettiest for you?)

[peachyhours]

nct dream yandere reactions when they suddenly raise their voice and hurt their s/o unintentionally 🥺🥺🥺

Yandere!Nct Dream reaction when they raise their voice and hurt they s/o unintentionally

A/N :: Thank you for your request, hope you like it! 🤍

♡ Mark

This time again you were scared for your life, you had disobeyed Mark and even if it was not a big mistake you still were very scared because he had spent an awful day so his mood was even worse than usual and it wasn't entirely your fault. "Why did you touch that?! I told you it was dangerous and it could hurt you!" The thing was you were cleaning around the house and you accidentally hurt yourself with one of his knives. The wound wasn't really important but he was truly scared that it could have been worst. He approached you after calming down, seeing you were scared that he might punish you. He hold your hand where was the cut and he cleaned the injury and put a bandage on it. "Please don't do that again, I don't want to accidentally hurt you with one of the knives I own."

♡ Renjun

This was a norm in your relationship, constantly arguing about various stuff, mainly nothing too serious, but this one time it was a little more extreme than the regular arguments you two had. He was angry with you because he thought you were talking to another guy. In the middle of him shouting at the top of his lungs and flinging his hands around trying to make his point he accidentally hit your arm causing you to frown in pain. You gripped your arm, the pain shooting through your arm wasn’t the only reason for you wanting to cry, it was mainly shock that caused you to release a tear. As soon as he saw the tear that ran done your redden cheek he instantly pull you into him wiping away the escaped tear softly kissing the top of your head apology after apology spilling from his lips. He knew it wasn’t intentional but it still hurt him to know that he was the cause of your pain. “Oh my god I���m so sorry y/n, you know I would never intentional hurt you”

♡ Jeno

You recently started getting bullied at school and you told Jeno about it because he noticed that something was off and you had many bruises everytime you got back home. So he asked you about it but you wouldn't tell him because you know he was gonna hurt the people who did that to you. So one day he secretly followed you to school to see what was happening there. It was during the afternoon break that he saw on the ground with a small group of guys around you. He came closer to see what was happening "Hey! What are you doing?!" The bullies just looked at him and laughed. As he was about to slap one of them in the face you get up and put yourself between them to stop the fight, but it was too late and Jeno's hand ended on your cheek. "Oh! I'm sorry I didn't want to hurt you.." You run away to escape this embarrassing scene. He tried running after you but decided to let you alone for a bit and to check on you when you calmed down.

♡ Haechan

Haechan would be in total shock, not knowing what to do nor believing what he had just done. The scene that occurred no less than a mintute ago replaying in his head making him instantly regretting ever arguing with you in the first place, you two were cuddled on the couch watching re-runs of your favourite show when his phone buzzed, it was a sketchy text message from his ex-girlfriend, you saw the message and curiously inquired about it, in no time you two were on your feet having a heated argument which lead to you on the floor in tears holding your injured arm caused by him brushing past you to roughly as he was trying to leave causing you to hit your hip at the corner of the table. He immediately stopped dead in his tracks as he heard you fall to the floor with soft sobs escaping your trembling lips. Realization finally hitting him, he rushed to your side on the floor cradling you in his arms hesitantly rubbing your hip to sooth the pain.

“……I’m sorry y/n……I…I didn’t mean to hurt you it was an accident”

♡ Jaemin

"I'm tired of you! You always bring me problem because you don't listen to me!" This time again you disobeyed and Jaemin had to handle this. You could clearly see that he had enough of you and your mistakes. So you were sitting on the couch arguing with Jaemin who is usually so sweet and attentionate with you. He was screaming at the top of his lungs and you were really terrified. "I CAN'T SUPPORT YOU ANYMORE, WHY ARE YOU LIKE THAT?" You suddenly got up to say something but he stopped you "DON'T YOJ DARE SAYING SOMETHING TO JUSTIFY YOU AND ACTING LIKE IT'S MY FAULT AND I'M THE MEAN ONE" he said before slapping you in the face. You looked at him in shock, touching your cheek. He immediately stopped realizing he went too far. Tears started to fall down your cheeks, and you run away from the house, slamming the door behind you. Jaemin sat down "What have I done..."

♡ Chenle

In the middle of the night Chenle wake up hearing noise coming from the kitchen, as he opens his eyes, he turned around to see if you were still sleeping but you were not here he started to get worried that you might have escaped or someone could have kidnapped you. He grabbed the first thing he saw to defend himself and went downstairs. He didn't want to make a noise to surprise the stealer. When he arrives in the kitchen he bumped into someone and the person fell on the floor. He quickly turned on the lights. When he saw you on the ground he got angry "Y/N WHAT ARE YOU DOING? I THOUGHT YOU WERE IN DANGER! I could have hurt you!" He violently grabbed your wrist to bring you back in bed. You let out a little noise to show him that he was hurting you. He looked back at you "Oh! I'm sorry I didn't mean to grab you that hard, I was the really worried for you" he said after hugging you.

♡ Jisung

"Jisung really I can't believe you!" You slammed the door as your anger got stronger. "It's not my fault, I literally did nothing wrong! It's him who was flirting with you!!" Jisung and you usually don't have fights over these kind of things, he's not the type to be excessively jealous. But this time he was really mad at you for letting a guy "flirt with you" as he said. "JISUNG THAT'S MY COUSIN" , and yes that guy wasn't hitting on you, he was just one of your cousin that you haven't seen in a long time. "I'M SURE YOUR LYING BECAUSE YOU WANT TO CHEAT ON ME!" he said as he punched violently the table. His movement made you flinch and fall on the floor. His expression softens instantly and he saw your face frown because of the pain. He carefully approached you but you moved back in fear he might hurt you. "I'm sorry... I didn't mean to scare you and I promise I won't hurt you..." You felt his voice shaking and his eyes started to get watery, he truly regretted his acts so you hugged him to make sure he doesn't feel too guilty about it.

[oh-theseus]

heyyy can i request scenario about armin's gf nervously telling him she's pregnant when they're cuddling and his reaction please🥺

surprise

pairing: armin arlert x female!reader

summary: basically what the ask says !!

warnings: mentions of pregnancy, female reader, anxiety mentions, modern au (let me know if i need to add more <;3)

a/n: so sorry for taking forever to get to this, and that it isn't very long. i've been so busy with work and school, i'm sorry :(( i hope you enjoy this <333

cuddling had never been this stressful.

not once in your entire life had you been cuddling with someone and been so stressed over every movement, word, or even thought that came from you. one wrong move and maybe armin's hand would brush against your stomach and would know exactly what you were thinking over in your mind. you knew armin, you knew he wouldn't be upset with you - but you were both so young and there was so much life meant to be lived, you couldn't help the anxiety that settled into your bones.

but this was armin, he didn't miss the way you tensed your shoulders everytime he moved, didn't miss the way your eyes kept flickering away from the movie you'd picked out, didn't miss the way you seemed so unbearably nervous despite your obvious attempts to hide it.

so while you sat there trying to figure out how you were going to tell him you were literally pregnant, he sat there trying to figure out how he was going to ask you what was wrong.

two horribly concerned people trapped within their own minds.

armin finds his voice first.

"what's wrong?" he asks, simply and gently. he turns away from the movie, shifting away from holding onto you so that he can see your face. your eyebrows are drawn together, and you've pulled your bottom lip between your teeth, trying to find your words.

"i, uh," you trail off, sitting up and moving off of armin fully. you reach for the remote next to him and pause the movie, turning your whole body to face him and sitting criss cross on the couch. armin looks at you for a moment before he straightens his back and does he same, one hand resting on your knee and the other rolling his thin, gold chain necklace in between his fingers. you’d given it to him to celebrate three years together, and he’s worn it every single day since. he fidgets with it when he’s nervous.

“go on. you can tell me anything, i promise. i won’t be upset no matter what,” armin says sincerely, eyes locked on yours despite his desire to let them flicker around the room. you can’t tell, but his heart is pounding in his chest. he can hear it in his ears, feel it in his fingertips. he’s scared. so scared.

you’re scared too. your heart does a similar thing, though ten times louder. you can just barely hear armin’s reassuring promise over the sound of it.

“right – i know. uhm, i don’t think it’s all that bad really, it’s just big and i know we haven’t talked about it, and i understand if you’re upset because of it, but you know i love you and really respect you and you have to know because i already saw a doctor and she confirmed it and i know we’re young, but i really think we could make it work unless y –“

“oh.”

armin’s simple phrase cuts off your nervous rambling, draws your eyes back to his from where they’d been staring at his hand on your knee. he’s still, not moving at all. in his ocean blue eyes you can see him thinking, putting together pieces of a puzzle. a puzzle he’d been trying to solve for a while now.

“oh!” he repeats, louder this time. he stands up, hands flying to his hair, eyes going wide. you’re fairly certain armin knows what you’re trying to tell him, but you open your mouth to say those two simple words that have been eating you alive nonetheless.

“i’m-“

“pregnant! you’re pregnant!” he cuts you off, spinning away from you and walking over to the tv and then walking back, hands dropping from his hair for only a second before returning to their previous spot. “holy shit, oh my god. i was right,” he mumbles to himself, tilting his head back and staring at the ceiling. he’s got a bewildered sort of look on his face, but there’s a wide smile playing at his lips.

he’s not mad.

you let out a breath you feel like you’ve been holding onto since those two lines had stared back at you. your shoulders are lighter, and you feel like you’re able to relax for the first time in weeks.

“i had a feeling because you were getting sick, and you also haven’t sent me out for period snacks in a bit, but i didn’t wanna ask in case you weren’t,” armin explains, looking back down at you and grabbing onto your hands, pulling you up to your feet.

“oh, well i wish i’d known that. i’ve been trying to figure out how to tell you for nearly two weeks now,” you tell him, smile on your face. it won’t go away. he isn’t mad. you can’t stop thinking that. he isn’t yelling at you, he isn’t calling you names or making you leave. he’s smiling – he’s happy.

“i’m sorry you had to worry alone,” armin mutters, pulling you into a hug and holding you against his chest. “you’re right, we’re still young, but if this is what you want to do, then i want to do this with you. we can turn the guest room into a nursery, and i can pick up extra shifts at the library. statistically, it won’t be easy, but we’ll have each other and eren and mikasa and jean and everyone else to help us. we’ll be okay, i promise,” armin adds, head in the crook of your neck. he presses a gentle kiss to the skin there, pulling his face away to look at you.

you can’t help the large smile that spreads on your face. without thinking, your hands cup armin’s cheeks and you pull him down to place a dozen kisses all over his face, laughing when he starts to gently swat you away. laughter fills the room as armin grabs your face and does the same thing to you, stopping only when you start to cry from laughing too hard.

you both just stand in the middle of the living room then, foreheads touching. his hands rest gently on your hips, one moving reluctantly towards your stomach. when he places it down gently, your barely there bump is enough to pull tears from him.

him, a father. you, a mother.

a family of your own.

“sorry, i’m just very happy,” he explains, wiping his tears away quickly. no matter how many times you assured him it was alright to cry in front of you, he still refused to do it.

“i’m happy too, armin.”

he presses a kiss to your lips then, and pulls you back down onto the couch with him. after a few moments of quiet conversation and a handful more kisses, you settle back into each other and allow the movie to run. this time, there is no tension or worry. only love and happiness surrounds the two of you now.

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[mish-tique]

Rose 🥺🌹 here!

Uhmm 4.6k ?!! oh my god! and i see that the carlos/charlotte thing made it here (honestly, if the four of them, charles charlotte carlos isa, get it together) i'd suffer from too much bi panic

But to the main agenda, omg CARLANDO CARLANDO in missha's kinktober (i'm so excited for the next ones too)

So uhmm SPOILERS below the rose line

🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹

🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹

"Carlos has to control every well-trained muscle in his face to not roll his eyes or show his annoyance in general." <- actually, i need him to roll his eyes more, that particular characteristic in carlos, the sassiness, plus his big eyes, and his face in general, is just perfect combo

"Anyone but him. Because he lost his heart in the years of his youth, during the storms of growing up at court. In the days when he trailed his mother’s steps, learning the hallways of the palace and secrets of the house, he met Lando, the son of her main attendant." <- awww secret loves in childhood in the palace 🥺 🥺

"Charlotte had been thoroughly unamused when she heard that neither of them would be getting away with it and he had echoed the sentiment. He had never expected the queen to be on his side for this, but she has been a welcome ally to his agenda ever since." <- i know it's chacha in this au, but if you had made it to be charlotte/isa, it would mean mlm/wlw solidarity from the king and queen

i'd bow to king carlos any day, and his head with his beautiful hair, it's perfect for a crown actually

"The stars, they are all Lando; always present, ethereal beauties that Carlos only allows himself to indulge in fantasies of in the dark of the night." <- 🥺 🥺, the stars they are all lando, once again on the floor sobbing

"You are too dear to me to ever have to call me ‘majesty’. " <- 🥺

Carlos, as king, should just decree having a harem legal so that he could finally have lando in his arms

“While I have spent my time with no one, Charlotte has been enjoying political visits from Prince Charles. She will not stop talking about him.” <- charlotte and i are the same then prince charles

“I hate that they make you wear so much,” <- same, carlos should just be topless everytime (i'm so sorry for objectifying, not)

"Lando’s now lying on his back with spread legs to fit Carlos in the ‘V’ of them." <- lando's just like me fr, i too am spreading my legs (i am so sorry for the horny, have you seen the man)

"Without air he may struggle, but life after kissing Lando having gone so long without kissing him is not an option any longer, not when he has been reminded how it feels." <- they're in love

the last dialogues are so cute and my heart is - aaAAAaaAAAHHH

10k royalty au carlando 🥺🥺🥺

here's your roses, i love this so much, thank you!!

🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹

-Rose 🥺🌹

Look if I have to suffer through some people taking the charlotte x carlos thing too seriously I will absolutely be using it for my own advantage and plot reasons. Honestly, why not. And yes, carlando, the one OTP no one will let go off. (It's me, I'm no one.)

sdkghds carlos is never able to hide his reactions (remember during that soccer match?) but king carlos knows better skdhgsd

ngl royalty au's are my favourite

omg ngl isa/charlotte would have been a powermove. but we need chacha for plot reasons for part two.

We! Deserve! Crownwearing! Carlos!

Honestly I think this story has some of my best writings but it's also saved bc C rehashed a lot of my bad sentences skdhgdsg

rose sweetheart i can feel the hormones through the screen /fond /j

they're very much in love and i am incredibly jealous. when is it my turn sdkghsdg

So glad you loved reading it as much as I loved writing it!

[cloudystevie]

(1/2)hello💙so i only had 1 bf and sex with him was terrible (idk if it was me but i just never came and i always felt terrible like he mustve thought that sth was wrong w me😭)so how about ransom x reader where she kind of avoids sex after her experience and one day he just snaps bc its ransom so she tells him why she doesnt want to have sex and at first he

anonymous said: (2/2)laughs how ridiculous it is but after he sees how embarrassed she is he gets A TINY BIT Of soft and shows her a good time🥺🥺if you include the smut part it doesn’t have to be soft (its ransom after all) but i’ll leave it up to you!!thank you🥺❤️

this is kinda long sorry not sorry

warnings: inexperienced reader (?), referenced age gap, smut, oral f! recieving and language

up until this point you had managed to avoid anything too sexual from happening

everytime you and ransom got a little too heated making out you would pull away, leaving ransom confused but of course he wouldn’t wanna push you into anything

sex wasn’t important to ransom when he was with you, but it would be nice

he was starting to think something was wrong with him

one gracious friday night you’re straddling ransom’s lap, lips pressed against each other messily and grinding your hips into his

you couldn’t deny that you wanted ransom, you were just anxious that he would get frustrated about there being something wrong with you

you gasped and pulled away, ransom whining lowly as he tried to pull you back into him

“ransom s-stop.”

he opened his eyes, staring at you with an eyebrow raised expectantly

but when you said nothing he scoffed

“why won’t you have sex with me? there somethin wrong with me huh?” his thick boston accent lacing his words

you gulped shaking your head no

“then what is it? because it’d be nice if you didn’t leave me with a fuckin’ boner every night while i have to go rub one out in the goddamn shower for fucks sake!”

you flinched at his harsh tone and he sighed, crouching down in front of you, regret filling his eyes; you took that as your apology

“it’s just- i couldn’t- oh god.” you groaned exasperatedly, dropping your head in your hands as you tried to string together words that would explain your hesitance

you took a deep breath, before bashfully mumbling:

“my last boyfriends never made me finish. and i didn’t want you to think there was something wrong with me.”

there was a moment of silence as ransom processed your words 

and when he understood what you said; he laughed. head dropping back, hand clutching his left pec, laughed.

you pouted, tears threatening to spill out of your eyes because you knew you shouldn’t have told him

and once ransom was done with his laugh attack he looked at you, wiping tears from his eyes but softening when he saw your own ready to spill over

“baby there’s nothin’ wrong with you. you’ve never cum because you’ve been with boys.”

arousal pooled in your panties at the implication of his words

“let me show you how men are supposed to treat pretty girls like you”

if his words weren’t convincing enough, his large palms rubbing up and down your thighs was all you needed

“okay”

he smiled, standing up a little to connect his lips to your again and he used his strength to wrap your legs around his waist

you gasped, allowing him access to slip his tongue into your mouth as he blindly carried you two over to his bedroom

your heart was thundering against your ribcage with both fear and extreme need

he set you on the bed, pulling back to take off his shirt and you shamelessly raked your eyes over his impressive figure

he smirked cockily at your reaction, holding his weight over top you as he sucked kisses onto your neck

he felt your pulse thumping wildly and he chuckled, nipping at the sensitive skin 

“calm down honey, i’m gonna take care of you.”

your eyes slipped shut as the hum of his low voice reverberated through his chest making you feel more submissive than you ever had

“ransom” you gasped shakily, digging your nails into his bare shoulders

no matter what, ransom was an arrogant little shit at heart so even if he was gonna show you just how good he could be, he couldn’t help but tease you just a little

he lifted your his shirt up and off your body, his cock twitching in his sweats at the sight of you bare wiggling underneath him

“why don’t we find out how wet this little cunt is for me?”

you bucked your hips up, and he pulled your pink cotton panties down your thighs and hooked off your foot

he made his way back up your body, trailing kisses up your ankle and calves, then littering them on the inside of your soft thighs

he inhaled your feminine scent, the lewd action making your cheeks heat up and pussy clench

“so sweet baby. and so fucking wet.”

he ran a thick digit up your slit and you hissed at the contact

ransom was loving every second of this, you were so sensitive to his touch and every time a pretty little sound fell past your lips, he wanted to ingrain it into his memory forever

“ransom please!” you whined out as he continued his teasing against your poor pussy

“please what little girl?” brushing his thumb over the head of your clit making you jolt

“please put your finger inside me ransom, pretty please?” you begged him and ransom growled complying immediately

he toyed your swollen clit with his tongue and slowly pushed a thick finger into your tight hole

his mind was clouded with lust for you, tip leaking pre-cum at how you clenched and unclenched around his finger

you dug your fingers into his short locks, tugging at his hair as he began to assault your cunt; pleasure shooting up your spine

he slowly pumped in his second finger, the stretch making you preen and mewl

he was moaning against your folds, the vibrations of his deep voice making your eyes roll back into your head

“ransom!”

your shrieks only motivated ransom to completely bury his face into your cunt, three of his thick digits sliding in and out of your dripping hole

he curled his fingers in a come here motion, and sucked your clit into his mouth with a lewd pop

your toes curled in on themselves and you shook violently, your legs closing around his head

“ransom i’m- i’m gonna-” you were breathless, back arching off the expensive bedsheets as your boyfriend brought you to your first real orgasm

he moaned loudly at the taste of your slick spilling into his mouth, and in any other situation you would’ve been humiliated by the obscene noises coming from beneath your thighs and out your mouth

but you were too high on cloud 9 to care

his name was a sinful chant escaping your lips and you were sure his jaw would be aching by the way he was riding your through your powerful orgasm

once you had come down from your intense high ransom looked at you with a shit-eating grin on his face

“now let’s see how fast i can see you make a mess on my cock.”

[90ssunsetcurve]

Heartbreak Girl

Pairing: Reggie x fem!reader

Summary: As requested: "i need some reggie fluff please🥺. could you write one where they are best friends and reggie writes a song for her “heartbreak girl” by 5SOS (i saw you have a few imagines based on their songs and loved the idea) cause he helped her to get through the end of a relationship or something in the past. the band plays the song for her (reggie singing it) in the studio and she realizes it’s for her? and after that reggie and reader talk and kiss and you know fluffyyyy"

a\n: Here is the link for the song and if you want to check the other 5SOS based imagine I have, you can read "Good Girls".

Tag List:  @msmarvelsmain ; @lex-the-mess

Reggie checked the clock in between songs. "She is going to be here soon, Reg." Said Luke handing him a water bottle. "She is never that late, that’s all." he shrugged, taking a sip. In perfect timing, you came in, a quieter "hey guys" than normal "Y\N! What's up?" "Oh it's nothing." your bestfriend could always see through you and his face made it obvious he didn't believe it "He called me and asked to meet..." "Please, tell me you didn't go back with that jerk." Alex said from behind his drums. "No, of course not. He wanted to give me back some stuff and his new girlfriend was there and she kept giving me a look. It just feels weird." Reggie’s arms wrapped around you and you heard him sigh. He hated the effect your ex could still have in you and was always there to make you feel better, even when you called him late into the night back when you had broken up, he knew exactly what to say. "I'm okay, Reggie." you assured, hugging him back. "You don't need him." he kissed the top of your head "You deserve better." "I have better," you gave him a smile "I have you." He blushed and smiled back, reminding himself you didn't mean it the way he wished you to. The other guys exchanged a look, they had been trying to convince their friend to tell you how he felt but he insisted it was not the right time yet. "Y\N, why don't you take a seat and we play for you."  suggested Bobby. "We got a new one, a Reggie's original." Luke said, his arms around Reggie's shoulders, squeezing it excitedly. You missed the panicked look the bassist gave him. "Oh my God, did you guys finally include one of his country songs to the playlist?!" "Better than that." Luke told you before whispering "Just give it a shot, man." You cheered loudly as they started. Reggie's voice came out and you smiled, you had loved it since you first heard it. As the lyrics started making sense, so did the way he was looking at you. While he played, his eyes would not get away from the girl who took all of his thoughts the day he wrote that song,  begging you to understand what he meant with it. You could feel your heart skip a beat, you needed to admit that had crossed your mind before, you had a crush on your best friend for years but you never believed it would happen and decided to move on, what led to your heart being broken and you going back to his arms. You were always going back to him, he felt like home. The boy walked in your direction, singing the next part almost desperately waiting for your reaction as you had been frozen in surprise and he didn't know how to read it.

I know someday it's gonna happen And you'll finally forget the day you met him Sometimes I'm so close to confession I gotta get it through your head That you belong with me instead

You finally gave him a smile, followed by a shocked but happy laugh as you ran a hand through your hair. His nervous expression finally replaced by a grin from ear to ear, his voice broke for a second as he went back with his band, this time playing enthusiastically like he usually did.

Hold you tight straight through the daylight I'm right here, when you gonna realise That I'm your cure? Heartbreak girl

The song was over and he was trying to catch his breath. That was the look you loved the most, everytime he finished playing he was so happy, he was sunshine and you wanted to close your eyes and soak into it. You practically jumped from the couch and tossed yourself in his direction, being in his arms had always felt right after all.

[fr3aklike-me]

yesss that’s so true, it’s a lot better and omg yesss it’s so funny sometimes, like the editing can be so stiff and it’s hilarious. i do !! we do the same thing, it’s really fun. omg that’s so good, im really glad it does and all those books sound really good. and okay i haven’t been to the library in literally so long but now i’m gonna go, and YES lets do that !!! which one are you gonna read next, id love to read it with you. ahhhh skjdjjdjs i definitely did it at this too, youre so sweet i can’t. you’re so fucking adorable too, like this response is so so so so so cute. and omg, yes, i feel so many things when i read what you’ve said to me, like i genuinely smile and blush and get butterflies every single time and i always have to take a second, like you’re just so sweet and cute and you make me feel everything so strong jdjsjjsjfk you’re so cute. ahhhhh letters to eachother, that’s the sweetest thing ever yes that would be so perfect. omg the whole scene too, like i love it too, and i wanna do it with you so much. and omg you’re literally so cute ahhh. yesss filling the day with a lot of things to do is so helpful in falling asleep and being tired easier. and omg yes going to school all day everyday made me exhausted by 10 and id fall asleep so quickly !! yesss i watch documentaries to sleep a lot too !! and yes omg i’ve seen videos like that and they’re so calming, i love those and it’s so cool to see the process. yesss i’m so excited for it too !! yeah the morning is so peaceful, you do the same things i do. it’s just so nice because being up early feels different than staying up late and it feels more productive to me too, so i love to write in the morning too !! yes exactly ! the words can be easier to drown out bc they’re softer songs so i can just listen to her voice and the background music. omg, it’s so good though but where did you hear about it ? i didn’t know it existed till the day i watched it !! oh my god, you’re so cute, you know i just said that i wanna come to Canada bc of you right ?!? id never leave your side until i had to leave, id wanna spend all my time with you <3

omg that’s so cute, i always do the same when i’m out and i see you’ve responded. like i feel so warm and have to read it over and over again. ahhhhh kdjshdhdj that’s so sweet, you imagining me smiling at the messages omg. i’m doing it again rn, you’re so so sweet. and yes please, that would be so much fun, like i wanna come to canada now now :( and omg, that means so much to me, you’re also so kind and considerate, like you really listen to everything i say and you make me feel so cared for. awww angel that’s so cute, it is what you are, and if you get to make me feel like that all the time i just have to do the same for you too <3 ooooh really ? what are winters like there ? i’ve never had a real one LMAO it’s currently 90 degrees, so 32 celcius it’s killer. awww kfjdjjs you’re so sweet i can’t, like omg🥺

-💟

right, and some of the jumpscares will be so over the top, and the reactions will be so exaggerated that it's so much fun to make fun of. I used to barely go to my local library too, but then, last year, I wanted to get more into reading and it’s just so expensive to purchase all the books you want to read, especially when for all you know, you may end up never rereading them again. and there’s something so satisfying about picking up books from there. omg, omg, can I let you know soon? I'd love for us to read one together and form our own book club, hehe. everytime you say you turned your head into your pillow or smiled, I internally lose my shit at how cute that is. the butterflies, the blushing, the smiling - it is all such a pretty image in my head, and turns me into mush from how adorable it is. and you having to take a second and feeling everything so strongly is the most endearing thing, oh my goodness. and dsdksjkdj your compliments are the kindest thing ever, you’re so sweet. calling me cute has me holding my own cheeks and all. that scenario is actually the most perfect thing, I'd love to spend an entire day hanging out with you, having some good fruit, writing together, being all lazy and sleepy in the evening. I want to do it so, so bad. right! it’s so easy to fall asleep when you’ve spent the entire day busy and doing any kind of work, and the sleep those nights just hits different so good, omg. if you ever have any recommendations for documentaries, I'd love some! I wanna start watching some of the ones on Netflix, like the historical ones and the ones on mythology. there’s one called Secret Love, about two women decades ago who were in love, I so want to see it. for sure, and during summer, being up early, and having the sun shine in, the birds chirping, and being able to relax and do everything at your own pace. and yes, oof, writing and journalling in the morning feels so good! doing anything relaxing in the morning feels amazing, like even visual arts, or just lying down with the sun. omg, okay, I love soft music, I need to listen to her. and, in 2020, that’s when I started realizing I like women and non-binary people, and I went on a hunt for so, so many sapphic films, and I think I found it through doing that, haha. and omg, all the more reason for you to come, we will spend each moment with each other then, and do so many things together <3

that is so fucking cute. literally same, I get so excited when I'm both in public and private, and see that you’ve sent in an ask. I always end up imagining you, the idea is just so, so sweet. omg, you know, you definitely should take a trip here whenever, haha. I'm actually visiting America this summer, hopefully, and it’s also in an area usually warm through the year, hehe. that means so much to me, I am so, so glad you feel listened to and cared for, you one hundred percent always deserve to. dkjlkdjf okay, you calling me “angel” is officially my weak spot omg, you’re definitely making me feel like that. and winter here is a bit brutal, I think the worse we had this year was around -25 degrees celsius 😭omg it’s 32 where you are?? that is so hot wow! do you like summer a lot? here, it’s only around 10 degrees celsius.