#and we’re both in it so kinda awk

[couldyouforgivemeforthatpain]

someone needed to slap me in the face and spit in my eyes four months ago and scream. “being in a musical is the worst idea for yourself that you could’ve come up with! ever!”

[finsplurtz]

addicted — izuku.midoriya

— dom ! male.reader x sub ! Izuku Midoriya

— contents : dom!bottom ! izuku maybe.. non-con/rape , blowjobs as friends , some public play , you’re both virgins , use of his quirk , bondage

warnings : rape/non-con

- second part: soo meann

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Deku never thought about sex, he found it like ehhh

he was always focused on improving his quirk and stuff he never really thought about it, he didn’t masterbate often either cause he never had time and it never really interested him

you were a close friend of his, it was always you ochaco lida and izuku. He always praised you and admired you as a friend, always found you to be his safe place.

so when he accidentally walked in on you jacking ur shit he freaked out. He was thinking about how he ruined yalls friendship and stuff

you didn’t continue obviously…though you were close to ejaculating you just couldn’t continue, you told him to come in and he awkwardly walked in with his face red.

“I’m so sorry yn..! I didn’t mean to— I should’ve knocked I’m so sosososososososo sorry!!” he was a cute babbling mess, you laughed nervously and told him not to worry about it and that accidents happen.

“don’t worry izuku! I know you didn’t mean to ya know…it’s fine we’re guys this is like- normal so no need to be awkward” you smile at him and he nods his head before apologizing once more.

“…..doesn’t it hurt..?” he shyly pointed at your crotch and you let out a nervous chuckle.

“well……..don’t worry I’ll just take care of it later” you scratched the back of your neck while izuku just nodded and looked around anxiously.

“…I’m sorry I can’t help but think that you didn’t get to.. you know…! I w..wanna help in some way..? i just feel bad yn” he whined and blushed looking off to the side.

you just stared at his adorable face feeling your dick twitch in your pants.

“well I guess if you..want to, you can…..” he tensed up and stiffly walked over to your bed and sat down in front of you.

he looked you in the eyes waiting for you to give him orders. you looked off to the side for a second and back. “…do you know how to..”

“N-no..I don’t” he blushed embarrassed.

“I’d hope not.. just uhm how do you touch yourself? it’s like that but on another person” izuku was thinking about blowing you really but…….. makes sense

“I don’t touch myself” he said. you held In a laugh but grabbed his hand and placed it on your thigh.

“….im just helping a friend it’s fine..” he mumbled to himself.

“izuk.. u don’t have to yk I can kinda just do it by myself” he insisted and took you out of your pants making you gasp.

He’s never done this before, he loves helping people that’s why he was doing this…..and cause he was curious, it’d been a while since he touched himself and just wanted to.. explore

he stuck his tongue out and put you in his mouth, you let out a deep breath and stiffened feeling his hot mouth work on your dick.

this all happened too fast- I mean anybody with common sense would NEVER offer to blow their friend just cause they accidental interrupted them………that’s gay

but izuku’s just…overly kind or something, you’ll just let him do whatever he wants. Only a crazy person would turn a blowjob down anyway

you started to let out small moans and gently grab on izuku’s soft green locks. He started to really get into it….taking you down his throat and swallowing around you.

“fuuuck..~ I’m gonna…fucking c..NGH—!” you’re eyes rolled back feeling the cum rip out of your cock and into midoriya’s mouth, your chest raised and lowered rapidly trying to catch your breath.

“haa….shh..it..” you combed your finger thru your friends hair as he slowly got off and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

you just stared at him and smiled.

“th..thank you i-zuku..” you felt dizzy and he just smiled happily.

“a..anytime yn..” he said his goodbyes and left you alone in your room staring into the void. what. just happened.

izuku started to spend more time alone in his room after that, you guys weren’t thattt awkward but there was a little tension between you guys. it didn’t happen just once though, he had walked in on you accidentally again and apologized like it was the first time. then he’d offer to help.

it started to become a regular thing you guys did, nothing more than a blowjob. you would offer to please him in return but he always turned it down so…

he liked how he made you feel. it made him feel funny but he couldn’t bring himself to stop it was like an addiction. it started to happen OUTSIDE of your room…..

he went to use the bathroom and you were coincidentally there and next thing ya know, he blew you in one of the stalls. it scared you because you didn’t want to get caught.. but you didn’t say anything.

he had become more touchy, always touching you in some way, your hand, arm, thigh, legs just- he had to be touching you.

he was becoming like a…sex demon, he couldn’t stop wanting to touch you. addict to dick….

one night he was in your room again you stopped him.

“sorry- izuku I just… this is weird why are we…” you watched as his face saddened a bit…..he looks so cute:(

“am I not good at it…?”

“nono izuku! You’re great at it— it’s just like what if we get caught…?”

“oh…then we’ll just have to be more quiet! we won’t get caught that way..” he crawled closer to you and placed his palm on your crotch.

“I-i know but- ugh..~” you couldn’t say anything else as you got lost in the pleasure.

this time while he was blowing you he made eye contact with you, he looked at you with his big glossy green eyes. He’d moan around your length sending vibrations that drove you crazy. what you hadn’t noticed was how he’d finger himself while blowing you, he was stretching himself….for what

when you did notice it though, it didn’t leave your mind. Surely he won’t want to fuck right..? no that can’t happen. you have to make sure of it. you can blow him and everything but- you can’t lose your virginity to this kid and he can’t lose his to you.

“Hey midoriya, ya know this is as far as we can go…right?” you looked at him and you could see the disappointment in his eyes. he hesitated to answer.

“We can’t do anymore than a handy or a blowjob. so don’t…get any funny ideas”

.

.

.

“mh” he smiled and said his goodbye and left. after that he visited…less. like the addiction just left, just like that. He didn’t offer anything but he was still touchy with you. this was fine, you could tell he was looking for something else, it was good to break things off.

after a couple weeks of no nightly visits, he suddenly knocks on ur door. you let him come in and he starts talking about whatever. how his day was, how his training was going, all that normal stuff.

“izuku do you want something from me” you interrupted him mid sentence. he tilts his head pretending to be confused, he tries to say something but he can’t.

“what is it. do you want me to touch you or what” he blushes and bites the inside of his cheek. “i just…can..i…..” he felt the embarrassment down his spine, he pointed at your crotch and then his mouth.

you sigh and grab his arm dragging him to your bed. You stand in front of him while he’s on his knees on the bed looking up at you like a lost puppy. you pet his head and pull your half hard dick out.

He’s practically drooling as he wraps his hands around your cock and pumps it slowly while giving it kitten licks.

He quickly stuffs you in his mouth earning slutty moans from you, he does this till you start getting closer and closer to releasing. you had your eyes closed so you failed to see his quirk blackwhip slowly creep out of him.

he didn’t take his eyes off you, he just stared while he blew you. you felt your body quickly getting bounded tightly together, you opened your eyes and izuku got off.

“wha…what are you doing izu..”

“‘m sorry yn..! I really really n-need this…~” he slipped his shorts off and straddled your lap, your dick at his entrance. you tried to fight against the restraints but obviously, didn’t work. he was blushing like crazy and shaking as he slowly lowered himself on your cock.

“s-stop—! stop it izu..aghn..~!” The wave of pleasure punched you in the face.

he was squatting on you like a rabbit, his hands on your abdomen and his back arched.

“haa..why’re you s..so tight..” your vision was blurry and you had already stopped trying to escape, it was no use. you’ve never been inside someone, you knew it would feel great but this…felt so much fucking better than you thought.

“d-don’t worry yn..I’ll milk your cock and it’ll feel great…~” he smiled pathetically as he lifted himself up and slammed himself back down, your cock hitting his prostate. He gasped loudly and arched his back oh so beautiful, tightening even more around you.

“Sh..shit izu..! you’re soo..hmnn~” you whined feeling your dick throb in him. he began at a fast and rough pace, bouncing on your dick.

“ugh- mm..~ so big yn…~! you feel so g-good..~” he’s moaning loudly while you just watch him fuck himself on your cock. you’re panting and feel as if you’re about to pass out and he still looks as cute as ever forcefully taking your virginity. you flush red and let out a small whimper.

“W-we’re still..close f..friends, right yn-y..” he leans down so he’s closer to your face.

“mm..” you’re too confused and lost in pleasure to respond properly. izuku smiles and gives you a small peck on the lips before sitting back up.

“I hope I can use your cock whenever I please yn..~” he roughly sat all the way down on your dick, his eyes rolled back and his tongue lolled out. a slutty moan ripped from his throat, your dick was deep in his gushy insides.

he tightened around you and you whined once more finally cumming deep inside him.

“haa..uhn~” your body was tired, you just kept watching him. What was he gonna do next. He slowly lifted himself and you watched your own nut drip out of him.

“hm…th..thank you yn..” he looked you in the eyes with such seductive eyes before he went limp and fell beside you on your bed, his quirk disappearing.

you shakily got up and went to clean yourself up, you cleaned your friend up as well and got back in bed.

you finally looked at izuku’s sleeping face and let out a small sigh.

though you wish he would’ve asked for consent, you’re kinda glad that virginity shit was over with. you’re confused is all.

you gently wrapped your arms around the smaller boy and pull him closer for warmth.

that morning you woke up with midoriya on your chest, his face hiding in the crook of your neck.

“izuk— ugh~!” you gasp realizing you were inside him again.

“let’s stay…like this..” he said tiredly kissing your neck before probably passing out… he was like addicted to this.

why can’t you say no to him.

a/n; what are y’all’s thoughts on izuku w/ the low taper fade

[coldshrugs]

idk u yet

pairing: teddy malone/nakedtoaster word count: ~775 Teddy is feeling cool and fine and totally normal as she closes her laptop and shoves it onto her cluttered nightstand. She shuffles down into her sheets a little more dramatically than necessary, as if convincing herself this is, indeed, the bedtime of a responsible adult.

She's got work in the morning–movie and book review columns to deliver to her local newspaper–and she can't be late. Again.

Keeping her eyes shut is taking near-full concentration, and even more effort is being spent on containing a grin.

The past week hasn’t felt real. Between work and writing for herself during her free time, there’s been the urge to click on a highly suspicious link, whirlwind friendships, some rogue code gaining sentience (she’s still ??? about that one), and… Toasty.

Toasty likes her.

“Fuck,” she whispers, hands flying to her face.

No. Toasty loves her. And she said it back.

“Fuck!”

It’s too soon, right? Definitely too soon. People don't do this after meeting a week ago. But after the week she's had, it was... kind of nice to look forward to seeing them at the end of each day. He’s so unexpectedly sweet, and clever, and kind, and funny, and–

Yeah, there’s no way in hell she’s getting any sleep right now.

Squinting against the light of her phone, Teddy opens a new text thread and punches in the number with no hesitation.

hi, it’s teddy💖 i can’t sleep

He asked for a text in the morning, and technically it’s morning now. If this were anyone else, she’d worry about coming on too strong. Somehow, she knows he won’t mind. But just in case:

hope this is okay. and also i hope this is actually toasty because awk af if not…

It only takes a couple seconds more before she has an answer.

it’s been 10 minutes, did u even try to sleep?

The grin breaks in full now, spreading just like the giddy warmth in her chest. Yep, that’s Toasty.

no, not really 😔

kinda hard to sleep after the last few days, y’know? i’ve got cold brew in the fridge, dw

oh u mean coming down from this shitshow of a week

well… mostly 🥴

i think??? we started dating??

LMAO i mean, if we’re not dating, we’ve really got to reevaluate these declarations

like “i love you! (but just as friends)” or something 😂😂

Toast takes a long time to reply to that one. Teddy can perfectly picture their furious blush, the stifled groan.

fuck off, we’re dating

i know it’s fast but idc if u don't

fuck it, can i call you?

And before she can shoot back a “yes,” Teddy’s phone is buzzing in her hand. She’s laughing, so hard she can barely squeak out “hello?”

“Yeah, I needed to hear that again.” Toasty’s smile is evident in their voice. “But why aren’t you fucking sleeping?”

“I’m horizontal! I’m under blankets! Are you even in bed yet?”

The pause is too long for the answer to be anything other than “no.”

“Okay but I don’t have to go anywhere tomorrow and–what timezone are you even in?”

They spend most of the next hour fake bickering about the logistics of it all. He’s on the west coast, she’s three hours ahead in Atlanta. And when can they meet? Her job’s not great about vacation time; they’d have to find a guest columnist and she’d miss out on pay. He tells her to quit her job and it’s a joke, but probably not one he’ll mean forever. It’s fine, she can live with video calls for now. He can too, but he’ll take a look at flights tomorrow.

Actual tomorrow, after they’ve both had some sleep.

She’s yawning now. The excitement is there but it’s already settling into something comfortable. This is real. This is happening.

There’s just one more thing. “Toasty?”

“Yeah?” He’s starting to sound wrecked too.

“You still haven’t told me your name.”

“To be fair, I still don't know yours either.”

She laughs conspiratorially at that. “Well, my full name is Theodora. Teddy for short–”

“You got your name past BloomBot?!” An edge of alertness bleeds into their voice. “How in the world?”

“You tell me, you built the thing! Sort of.”

“Goddammit, this is so unfair. But, uh, your name is adorable, not that that’s a surprise.”

“Did you think I was a beanie baby aficionado? Actually, don't answer that. Your turn,” she yawns again. “And hurry it up; I’m closing in on 3 AM over here.”

Even through his drowsiness, a rich giggle rings from the phone, seems to fill Teddy's chest.

“Okay, okay. My name is–”

[destinyc1020]

Like you’ve said before I just don’t think Tom would speak about zendaya so publicly if they weren’t romantically together now considering their history as exes. That’s just completely overdoing it and setting up akwardness. Like if they weren’t together then it’s one ex completely heart eyes raving abt the other ex which from zs perspective would be what? Oh shut he’s still in to me but I’m not? Awks. Let me pull way back to show we’re only friends. Also would be a huge awkward impetus if either of one of them were trying to datw anyone else which if they were both single they ultimately would. Add in they’re working together ans it could literally feel harassing if your ex constantly talked about you lol. (I don’t think he’s said anything inappropriate I’m just saying I feel like he would be so much more reticent.) you can compliment someone without going so over the top as tom has. Also chris evans fans were talking about him interacting w Amanda Gorman and it reminded me how she was publicly thirsting over tom right after the inauguration. She was clearly hoping for like a public acknowledgment or smth(no shade I was like yes girl shoot your shot!) But she never got one publicly nor has she shared any like private acknowledgment from him (which doesn’t mean he didn’t reach out but asked her to keep it private) but it made me think hmm if he were single what would be the harm in publicly or even privately like sending flowers or smth to a young beautiful smart talented woman everyone fell in love with. It would have Been fantastic pr. But he didn’t. Almost as if he has a gf who’s probably been cheated on by all of her exes save tom? Like maybe he’s being super respectful of her feelings? Idk it’s all a stretch based on inferences we can’t know for sure but it made me think lol

💯

All of this!!

You're right... it just doesn't make sense. I mean, we all know that Tom is a super-nice guy and all, but he knows how to keep Zendaya out of his mouth if he wants to. 😏 He did so for nearly a year last year when they were clearly broken up. 🤷🏾‍♀️

Another thing I thought of was Tom's Esquire interview. Like, did Z need to be in it lol? 😄 Kinda weird for Z (as an ex) to be adding her two cents on his Esquire interview lol. Jmho.😏 So, idk if she was in the same room as him during the interview, or if the interviewer just reached out to her for her two cents, but OBVIOUSLY she didn't mind sharing her own personal thoughts about Tom in that interview... I'm just saying. 🤷🏾‍♀️

Very different behavior from what we've seen of them in the past year and a half.

[connordavidscamera]

Saying Goodbye | Connor Brashier

A/n: What? Tori writing and posting a new fic??? The world must be coming to an end or something. But please let me know what you guys think of this one because it might have a part 2 if you guys like it? I have more ideas for it, so let me know! Summary: Connor is leaving for college and that means having to leave you behind.

Warnings: kinda angsty?

Word Count: 3.3k

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I knew this day would come. But I didn’t realize it would come so soon.

Being with Connor for the past (almost) two years has been nothing short of a dream. The problem thought? He’s two grades ahead, so he’s leaving for college… next week. Which is why I’m here, sitting on his bed, helping him pack up his stuff. He sets his suitcase on the bed in front of me and sighs, “Okay, so I guess I could start packing up the clothes that I know I won’t be wearing in the next week, right?” He asks, opening the suitcase.

I nod, “Sure, baby. You want to hand it to me, and I’ll fold it? Make sure everything fits nicely.”

He smiles and nods, leaning forward to kiss me. “Sounds perfect. Thanks, kid.”

I’ve folded four shirts and set them nicely in his suitcase when I get an idea. While he’s sifting through his clothes, I quickly move from my place on the bed, into the open spot in front of me and  laugh when he turns around with another two shirts.

He chuckles, “What are you doing?”

I shrug, “Sorry, but there’s no more room for clothes because I’m going with. See? I fit perfectly, right here.”

He shakes his head and throws the shirts on the bed beside me, putting his hands on either side of the open suitcase. “I like that idea. Can I zip you up? Make sure you really fit?” He presses his forehead against mine.

I lean forward and bump his nose with mine. “Don’t be silly, I can’t go in your suitcase. Once you zip it, there won’t be enough air for me.”

He pouts dramatically, “I’ll leave it open just enough. And then I’ll have everything I need if you come with.”

I nod and play with the tufts of hair on the nape of his neck. “I’ll be there. Just give me a couple years, yeah?”

He’s still pouting, but nods. “Okay. Kiss?”

“As many as you want, Brash.”

“And if I want them all?” He questions, leaning back, taking his shirts off the hangers.

“Then you get them all,” I say, taking his shirt from his hands and pouting when I see it.

“Hey, why the long face?”

“You’re taking my favorite shirt,” I say, looking up at him.

He sighs and leans in, kissing my pouty lips. “Thought you already had that one. You literally wore it the other day.”

I roll my eyes, “No, I meant dress up shirt. The rhude shirt is my favorite everyday shirt.”

“So, you don’t really have a single favorite shirt then?” He shakes his head with a soft smile.

“Well all of your shirts are really my favorite. You look good in everything.”

“I could leave the shirt if you want it.”

I shake my head, “No. It’s okay. Just send me lots of pictures when you do wear it,” I say, folding the shirt and putting it on top of the others that are already in the suitcase. I look up at him and smile softly at his pretty face.

“What?” he chuckles. “What’s that face for?”

I reach up and pull him to me by the nape of his neck, bringing him in for a deep kiss. “Are you sure you can’t stay a little longer?” I ask when I pull away, eyes still shut tight.

I hear him sigh again before he presses another gentle kiss to my lips. “I promise, I’m gonna stay as long as I possibly can.”

“Help me out of this thing?” I hold my hands out for him and he nods.

“Course I will.”

So, we create a system while I help him pack up his clothes. It’s a slow process because he’s only handing me one shirt at a time just to ensure he’s getting all those kisses he says that he wants. And I’m glad to give them to him. But by the time we get to the fifteenth shirt, the kisses are getting longer and it’s clear that we’re both over this packing thing for now. Which is why when he goes to pull away from the kiss, I whine and pull him back. “Not yet.”

He nods and tosses his shirt behind him, cradling my face as I lean back, pulling him with me. We stay like this for a while, mouths pressed against each other’s in a heated, passionate kiss that neither of us want to break. But we don’t have much of a choice when there’s a knock on his bedroom door and his brother comes in not even a second later.

“I hope you’re decent,” he says as Connor gets off me, running his hand through his ruffled hair. I sit up, covering my mouth with a clenched fist.

“You know, usually people wait for someone to say ‘come in’ before just walking in.”

Dylan shrugs. “It’s not like you’re doing much in here anyway.”

Connor rolls his eyes, “What do you need, Dylan? We’re packing.”

“I know. Mom told me to tell you guys we were going out for dinner.”

“Okay?” he shrugs.

“We, as in all of us. As in you and y/n need to get in the car because we’re leaving in five minutes.”

“But-“

“Mom said it wasn’t negotiable.”

I stifle a laugh at that because I know she said it exactly like that because she knew Connor would try to get out of it. I stand from the bed and hold my hand out for him. “Come on, bub.”

He locks our fingers. “But you and I can get dinner?” he says, to which I shake my head.

“Dylan, can you give us just a minute? We’ll be right down, I promise.”

Dylan nods. “Yeah, I’ll tell them you’re on your way.” He turns and I wait until the door closes to look back at my boyfriend.

“We don’t have to go,” he says to me.

“Yes, we do. It’s non-negotiable,” I joke.

“But I wanted to stay here with you. Make out a little more?” he pouts.

“And while I would love that too, I’m not the only one that has you for only one more week.”

“Kid-“

“No, I know. We’re still not talking about it. But your parents are gonna miss you too. And even though Dylan won’t show it, he will too. So one dinner with your parents won’t kill you.”

He sighs, “I hate when you’re right.”

I shrug, “Come on, we don’t want to keep them waiting any longer.” I let go of his hand to grab my purse from his (now) sadly empty desk.

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It wasn’t until after I said it to him that I realized how true it was. I only had a week left with him and then he was off for college. Starting a new chapter of his life, and… we still haven’t talked about if I’m going to be part of it. I mean, I guess part of me assumes that we’re going to try the whole long distance thing, but what if he decides that it’d be best to go to school single. So that he can get the full college experience without me holding him back.

I look over at my boy, who is scrolling through his phone with one hand and stroking my thumb with the other. I sigh and rest my head on his shoulder, allowing his lips to press against my temple and I try not to imagine what life is going to be like without his lips. I’ve grown so used to being so close that the thought of him leaving is severely messing with my head. But I won’t let him see that.

So I put on a brave face throughout dinner, but it’s just a little harder to hide it when we’re back in his room, finishing up with his clothes. But I don’t think he’s noticed.

“That’s the last shirt, kid,” he says, resting his hands on my hips. He kisses the back of my head as he watches me fold the shirt before setting it in his suitcase.

I nod and reach forward to close the top. “Well… guess you’re pretty much all packed up, now,” I say, looking around at his room that is filled with boxes that are already taped shut and labeled.

He looks around too, squeezing my hip. “I guess. Would still like to take you with me though.”

I smile sadly, “Yeah, wish I could.”

“I should probably get you home now, huh? It’s almost curfew.”

I swallow the growing lump in my throat. “Yeah, I should go.”

“Let me get my keys and we can go?”

“Bubba?” I say when he turns to get his keys.

“Yeah?”

“You think we could just drive around for a little bit?”

“But don’t I have to get you home?”

I shrug, “I’ll call them and ask if I can stay a little longer. Tell them that packing is taking a little longer than anticipated?”

“You sure?” he turns his head to the side and looks at me, raising a quizzical brow. “I don’t want to get you in trouble.”

I sigh and nod. “Okay, but… you think you can sneak in tonight?”

He chuckles and shakes his head. “How many nights have you gone without me there?” He questions.

I roll my eyes, “Okay, I get it. Dumb question.”

He brings my hand to his lips and kisses my knuckles, “Come on, let’s get you home, kid.”

The drive to my house is silent, except for the soft music playing through the speakers. Connor’s hand is placed rightfully on my thigh and he rubs his thumb over the outline of my knee.

“See you in fifteen minutes?” he asks when he parks in my driveway.

I nod. “Window’s open.” I slide out of his car and to the front door, which, like it always is until I get home, is unlocked. When I close the door, Connor pulls out of the driveway, making it seem like he’s going back home, when in reality, he’s parking around the block so that my parents don’t see his car parked out front.

It’s worked for us for the past two years. He hasn’t been caught yet. I smile fondly at the memory of when he first snuck in. He had been over to my house once before while we were working on page layouts. From the second I stepped into that yearbook classroom; he was my go-to. Although, he did kind of make it that way.

“I’ll take the freshman. Get the kid familiar with everything.” He was a junior at the time, and photo editor. He was also insanely gorgeous. Anyone with eyes could tell that he was the most beautiful boy to walk this earth. (Of course, I might be biased though.)

He was a cocky sonofabitch. But I couldn’t find it in me to care. Not when I looked at his eyes that just seemed to always be sparkling. Or his hair that was screaming for me to run my fingers through it. Or his lips that seemed to be set in this perfect pout. And when he got me alone? That façade changed. And he was just Connor. He was funny and beautiful, and albeit, a little bit awkward. When we were able to properly introduce ourselves to each other, he stumbled over his words and he couldn’t even look me in the eye as he blurted out, “You’re really pretty.”

I was red as a tomato, I know I was. Because this beautiful boy, who could be in a museum, he’s so goddamn beautiful, thought I was pretty.

That day was the start of his oh-so endearing nickname for me. Kid. I didn’t hate it then. And I still don’t now. It’s probably my favorite thing actually.

We’d been working together for a couple of weeks, when he told me that he had more to teach me, because I was picking everything up so quickly. He asked me if it was okay if he came over to teach me a few things and I agreed. Not necessarily because I wanted to learn more, but because I wanted to spend more time with him. And we did. We probably worked on page designs for a solid fifteen minutes before we got bored of it and just started talking. We were sitting on my living room floor, telling embarrassing stories and laughing, and genuinely getting to know each other and enjoy the company of one another on a different level. It was nice to see him when he wasn’t trying to be so “professional” even though it was only a high school yearbook. But it turns out he did have a goofy side. And that just made him all the more attractive to me.

We soon started texting almost nonstop, flirting here and there. And in the midst of flirting one day, he told me he had taken a photo that made him think of me. I could not have been more smitten with him at this point. I begged him to send it to me, but he said he wanted to show it to me in person. I contested and finally said that was fine.

But I didn’t expect him to show up at my window no more than thirty minutes later. I held my hand to my chest as I hurriedly walked over to my window to unlock and open it. “Connor what are you doing here?” I whispered, looking back to my closed door. My parents had gone to sleep about an hour ago, but I was paranoid they heard him.

“Can I come in?” he asks sheepishly.

“Um, yeah,” I moved to the side, allowing him to come into the room.

He stands there next to me, by the window still, and looks around. “Nice room,” he comments, his eyes landing on the photos plastered to my wall behind my bedframe.

“Connor, how’d you get up here?”

“Climbed your tree,” he said casually, moving deeper into the room.

“But why?” I crossed my arms over my chest, still sparing glances to my door, keeping my ears trained for any sign of movement from the outside. I don’t want either of us getting caught.

“I wanted to show you that picture.”

“Okay,” I nod. “But you couldn’t show me tomorrow in class?”

He shrugged, “I couldn’t wait.” But then he paused when he looked back at me and slipped his hands in his pockets. “I know I should have asked first. Is this okay?”

I scoff lightly, “You’re already here.”

“But I can go if you’re not comfortable.”

I shake my head. “No. You can stay for a little bit. But you have to be quiet. I can’t risk my parents hearing you.”

He motions zipping his lips and I can’t help but laugh.

“Okay then,” I sit on my bed, patting the spot next to me. “Show me the photo.”

I’m still reminiscing on that night when my window slides open and his soft footsteps hit the floor. “Coast clear?” he whispers, closing the window behind him.

I nod. “You’re good, bub.”

“Good. Now I can cuddle you.”

“Yeah, I just need to change first.”

“You can change in front of me,” he wiggles his eyebrows, but he knows it’s a long shot.

“Good one,” I say, taking one of his hoodies that I like to sleep in sometimes and a pair of shorts. “I’ll be right back.”

He sighs softly, taking his shoes off and placing them next to my bedside table.

“Oh, and the shorts you left here last week? They’re in that drawer next to you. So you’re not sleeping in your jeans.”

Connor smiles softly, “You take good care of me.”

I roll my eyes, “Yeah, okay.” I say back before opening my bedroom door and slipping out and to the bathroom.

We don’t say much of anything when I get back to the room and turn out the light. I slide myself into bed and he curls around me, his head in the crook of my neck, his steady breathing aiding in lulling me to a peaceful slumber. However, my brain is painfully aware that this is one of the last nights that this will be like this. Because in only a few days he’ll be off at college, in a new room, far enough away from me and that’s still such a terrifying thought because we still haven’t talked about what’s going to happen when he’s gone.

We should have.

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I close his passenger side door after putting his backpack in the seat and walk around to the back where he’s stuffing in his last box. I’m not going with him to get moved in. It’d be too hard, we decided. So I’m seeing him off here, in his driveway.

He closes the trunk and turns to face me with a deep sigh. “That’s the last of it.”

I nod, willing myself not to cry yet. I can cry when he’s gone, but I refused to do it while he was still right here in front of me. We stand there for a minute, just staring at each other before he takes my hand and pulls me into his chest. I cling to him, scrunching up his shirt at his shoulder blades.

He holds me tighter as I breathe in his scent that now smelt like home. My eyes start to water and I cling to him even more. He kisses the top of my head repeatedly. “Don’t want to let you go yet,” I mumble into his shirt.

“Me neither,” he whispers. “But we’re gonna be okay. I’m gonna call you and text you and FaceTime you so much. It’s not gonna be as bad as you think. And I’m still close enough that I could come home for the weekends or something.”

I nod, sniffling. “No, I know. I just… how am I gonna get my Connor cuddles during the week?” I choke on a sob as he pulls me impossibly closer.

He runs his fingers through my hair and kisses my forehead. “You’re gonna call me and we’ll figure it out, okay?”

I pull away, wiping at my tears with a scoff. “It’s not gonna be the same.”

He nods, wiping away more of my tears. “I have something for you.”

“What?”

“Yeah,” he lets go of me, even though I really don’t want to release him quite yet. Connor walks over to his passenger side and unzips his backpack, pulling out a teddy bear. He holds it out to me sheepishly. He chuckles, “I know it’s not much. And it definitely can’t give you kisses, but maybe, on those nights when you’re missing me a little bit, you can cuddle your bear,” he clears his throat, handing me the bear. “I uh, I even sprayed it with my cologne, just to ensure that you know I’m still here. A hundred plus miles isn’t gonna keep me from you. Okay?”

I bite the inside of my cheek and squeeze the bear to my chest, choking back a sob. “You should get going. Don’t want to hit traffic, right?”

“I love you, kid. You know that, right?”

“Yeah,” I swallow thickly. “I love you more. Please be safe.”

“Always safe. Gotta come back to you, can’t afford not to be.”

He leaves me with one more deep kiss before getting into the driver’s seat. I watch, clinging to the bear that smells just like home, as he drives off. I stand there in his driveway until I’ve pulled myself together, and once I have, I get in my car and drive back home. But it feels so different. And even more so when nighttime comes and I’m doing my nightly routine, and I come back to my room and make sure my window is unlocked.

And when I slip into bed and keep my lamp on, like I do every night anticipating Connor’s arrival. But after ten minutes laying with my back to the window, I’m reminded that he’s not coming tonight.

And he’s not coming tomorrow.

Or the next day.

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@rluclan​ here’s your matchup xoxo

also we’re friends SHE ISNT THIS MEAN TO OTHER PPL PLS HAHAHA

it rlly took me a whole three days to start the actual writing 4 the event- BYEEE IM SO LAZY OMG

“hey mamacita😋😋i would like to be matchmade 😳

fun facts: i have a snake im garbage at texting back my best friend is dumb and gay but it’s alright<3

my hobbies are sleeping and playing video games and i’ve also recently gotten back into reading😏

i’m usually quiet and kinda awk around new people smh and when i’ve known them i’m mean and sarcastic ig🙄

idk my personality but i’m sure you do ;)

i’m a very picky eater i sleep somewhat early i like bad romcoms and im not very touchy but i am so touchstarved😞😞

i’d want to date someone who’s nice but can also joke and take a joke and someone who likes to hug 💕💕 🤤

i’m an enfp/infp but i also learn towards isfp idk gf i’m kinda struggling with figuring it out

i don’t care if i get matched with dudes or girls i think both are pretty rad

and another thing id like to include is that i really hate you a lot 😊”

mamACITA BYEE OMG- yes i’m dumb and gay what about it loser

 i think you’d be a good match with-

denki kaminari

you both are the type of person to poke fun at whoever you’re dating, but also demand affection two seconds later. he’d probably try and hold your snake but the SECOND he moves denki shoves him into your hands like HELPPPP cuz it freaks him out. you both love video games, so he’d probably challenge you to pvp games and try and beat you so he can “brag” (which is more just him saying haha i beat you loser) about it. whenever you’re not responding, he just runs to your dorm and pounds on your door like lemme in!! i want hugs!!!  you guys would 100% make fun of bakugou and everyone else together, light-hearted but still funny asf. whenever you two have sleepovers he demands you to read bedtime stories to him.

eijirou kirishima

in my head, he is the hug master, AND YOU BOTH ARE SIMILAR, soooo yes. i feel like he’s kinda extroverted, so whenever you’re being awk and such, he’d swoop in like yea i’m manly, helping my girlfriend out! :D! he’d prob be scared of your snake too, but he rlly doesn’t want to be scared of him so he holds him EVERY time you hangout together. oh my- well i don’t think you’ll be very touch starved with hug god kiri around. his love language is touch and quality time i’m thinkin, so he’d really love to snuggle with you on your bed and watch dumb movies on your laptop. 

[willespurplehoodie]

seven minutes

“Is there a light we could turn on?” Jens mutters into the darkness. “I can barely see my hand let alone you.”

“I don’t think so,” Lucas says softly. “I tried to find one before we got pushed in here but there doesn’t seem to be a switch anywhere.”

“Hold on, I’ll use the flashlight on my phone.”

Jens pulls his phone out of the pocket of his jeans and types in his password, finding the flashlight icon and pressing it. He grins and sets his phone down on the floor in front of him. In the light he can see Lucas grin and adjust his position on the closet floor. “Better?” Jens asks. Lucas nods and leans his head against the wall behind him. Jens crosses his legs and shoves his hands into the pocket of his hoodie.

He looks around the closet they’re in. It’s definitely a tight squeeze, Jens can feel the toes of his shoes touching Lucas’s, but it is not as small as he thought it would be.

Somehow their friends had roped everyone into playing party games. They were at a house party somewhere in Antwerp when Kes had suggested they play spin the bottle. Immediately everyone objected to it, the majority of their friend group being in relationships, Robbe and Sander, Aaron and Amber, Kes and Isa and even Moyo had a thing blossoming with Noor. With spin the bottle out of the question, Jayden suggested truth or dare which is how Jens found himself in this particular situation.

The questions started off like any other. Weirdly sexual mixed with immature dares until Robbe asked Jens truth or dare and he mistakenly said truth. “If you had to do seven minutes in heaven with anyone at the party, who would you pick?” Robbe had asked him with a smirk. The latter knew about Jens’s small, miniscule, crush on Lucas ever since he moved to Antwerp for university four months prior. Jens had glared at him. He thought about saying Jana but things were still relatively fresh from their breakup over the summer and he didn’t want to risk actually getting locked in a closet with her.

So he said Lucas. Lucas had perked up at the mention of his name and looked around the group confused. “He said he would pick you to do seven minutes in heaven with,” Robbe exclaimed, leaning into Sander who wrapped an arm around Robbe’s waist. Lucas stuck his tongue out at Jens and Jens flipped him off.

“It's okay Jens,” Lucas said teasingly. “I would rather pick you over Jayden.” Jayden let out a cry and shoved Lucas’s shoulder. Lucas grinned and shrugged before turning back towards the group.

“There’s a closet over in the back. You guys should go since you both chose each other.” Sander chuckled into Robbe’s shoulder and nodded in Jens’s direction.

“Seriously Sander!” Jens exclaimed. The blond laughed.

Suddenly the whole group was agreeing with Robbe and Sander and the next thing Jens knew was he was being dragged to the closet with his friends and shoved inside, stumbling over Lucas.

That is where Jens finds himself. In a closet. Alone. With the boy he kinda, sort of, definitely has a crush on. He wasn’t blind. As soon as Jens saw Lucas on the first day of university in their shared literature class, he felt butterflies. Because holy crap, any doubt he had ever had about his sexuality was suddenly gone and replaced with the image of ocean blue eyes staring back at him. His blond curls that fell over his forehead, his eyes, his freckles that scattered his cheekbones… Lucas was the epitome of the boy next door.

And it made Jens’s insides turn to mush.

He looks at Lucas across from him in the closet. Lucas nudges his foot against Jens’s and Jens kicks him back with a smile.

It really wasn’t Jens’s intentions to fall for Lucas, but he couldn’t help it. Being around Lucas was easy, uncomplicated and in all honesty being around him made Jens feel good. Lucas reminded him of Robbe because of everything that went on with his mom and dad and he was just really fucking easy to talk to. They could talk about their fears and dreams, they could make fun of each other, they could banter, they could easily talk to each other about who was the better Mario Kart player. Jens didn’t realise he could get so close to a person in such a short amount of time but here he was, with an undeniably huge crush on Lucas and it was killing him.

“So,” Lucas starts, snapping jens out of his thoughts.  “From what I’ve gathered, this game is either supposed to relieve the sexual tension between two people or make it worse.”

Jens laughs and shakes his head. “Oh really?”

“Totally.”

“You know we technically don’t have to do anything right?”

“I know,” Lucas says and looks down at their feet. “Our friends think differently however.”

Jens sighs. “Yeah, apparently.”

Lucas purses his lips and looks up at Jens through his lashes. “Did you actually mean it when you said you would pick me for this stupid game?”

“Of course, Luc,” Jens says, making eye contact. I would pick you over anyone in a heartbeat, he thought to himself.  “Did you really mean it when you said you would pick me over Jayden?”

Lucas giggles, the tips of his ears flushing. “Duh, I’m pretty sure you’re aware of this, but you’re pretty easy on the eyes. Plus if I picked Jayden I’m pretty sure I would end up killing him halfway through this instead of actually doing anything.”

Jens smiles and Lucas ducks his head down again. Jens clears his throat and looks around at the closet. There were a few shelves above them, leaving them barely enough room to stand. It looked like there were shoes, some old sports equipment and a variety of clothes that smelled like they needed to be cleaned three years ago. There was an old basketball in the corner collecting dust, but other than that, the closet was pretty bare bones. Well except for the gorgeous boy in front of him. That was very nice.

Jens looks back at Lucas and is met with the blue eyes he has grown to love. Lucas gives him a small smile before clearing his throat.

“Jens?”

“Yeah?”

“Hypothetically, would you want to do anything while we’re in here?”

“What do you mean?”

“If I kissed you, would you be okay with that?”

Jens felt his breath get caught in his throat. His eyes widen as he looks over at the other boy. Lucas blushes furiously and looks away before Jens can speak.

“Its okay if you don’t want to, I probably just misread the vibe in here and made it super awk-”

“You want to kiss me?” Jens cuts Lucas off. They meet each other's eyes again. Jens feels his heartbeat pick up. Lucas wants to kiss him? What does this mean? Does he like him back, does he feel the same electricity when they’re near each other, does he want something other than friendship?

“I mean, yeah.” Lucas plays with his hands.

“Really?”

“You know what? Forget I said anything I don’t want to make myself look stu-”

“Luc!” Jens cuts him off again and crawls over to him, sitting closer so that they are facing each other closely. “I want to kiss you too.” It was finally out in the open, now was not the time to turn back. Jens took another breath. “I’ve had the biggest crush on you these last few months but I didn’t want to say anything in case it would mess up our friendship.” He puts his hand on Lucas’s knee. “But seriously, I have wanted to kiss you for so fucking long.”

Lucas laughs, a pretty blush spreads over his cheekbones. He puts his hand over Jens’s. “Seriously?”

“Yeah, really.”

“I’ve had the biggest crush on you too, I mean, if that wasn;t clear by what I said about wanting to kiss you and stuff.” Lucas says softly. He intertwines their fingers together and lets out a breath of relief when their hands interlock. “I really like you. So much that it’s kinda scary.”

“I feel that,” Jens gets out. “I really don’t want to screw anything up with you.”

“I don’t want to screw anything up with you too.”

“Can I kiss you now?”

“Yes please.”

Jens nudges their foreheads together and rubs his nose against Lucas’s. He closes his eyes and lets himself breath for a second. Slowly, he turns his face and slots their lips together. Lucas lets out a sigh and kisses him back slowly, moving one hand to cup Jens’s jaw, angling their lips together.

Lucas’s lips are soft, plush against Jens’s and it feels so fucking right. Jens moves his lips against Lucas’s and feels the swarm of butterflies in his stomach return. This time, he doesn’t feel nervous. He just feels their lips moving against each other, and he smiles into the kiss. He can feel Lucas smile back and takes the opportunity to push his lips open. Lucas makes a soft noise and Jens runs his tongue over Lucas’s bottom lip. He feels their tongues slide together and deepens the kiss further.

It’s warm and wet and all kinds of good that Jens can feel his toes curling at the sensations. He pushes into the kiss harder, making his desperation and feelings known. Lucas meets him in the middle. Jens moves his hand to Lucas’s waist and tries to pull him closer, which is proven difficult since they’re sitting cross legged infront of each other in the fucking closet. Lucas pulls away first and grins. He starts to move from his position and nudges Jens so that he’s pressed against the wall behind him. Jens makes a confused noise.

“Luc?” He questions but his voice gets caught in his throat when Lucas moves so that he is practically in Jens’s lap, legs straddling him on either side. Lucas cups his neck and smashes their lips together again. Jens automatically moves his hands to Lucas’s waist and tugs him closer.

This kiss is more urgent than their first one. It’s all kinds of intense and a flurry of teeth and tongues as the two try and pour their emotions into it. Jens lets out a groan as Lucas’s tongue flicks around in his mouth and he is suddenly so grateful that they’re sitting because he thinks his legs would give out if they were standing. He arms clammer up Lucas’s back in an attempt to bring him closer, closer, closer.

Lucas pulls away again and turns Jens’s face to look at him. Their lips are red and swollen. Jens looks far away, as if kissing Lucas pulled his world out from under his feet. Licas takes the opportunity to lean down and place a sloppy, open mouthed kiss behind Jens’s ear. He feels the boy beneath him gasp at the sensation and lightly grazes his teeth against the skin before nipping gently and soothing the mark with a swipe of his tongue.

“Luc.”

Jens’s eyes are closed and he sounds so gone for this boy that Lucas learns back into his neck and continues his trail of sloppy kisses, occasionally biting to leave small marks as if to say, you’re mine. He moves from behind his ear, to the side of his neck, grazing down the juncture between his neck and shoulder, to across his collarbone, pulling down his hoodie. Jens’s hands push and pull and his waist and back trying to pull Lucas impossibly closer. He feels drunk on the sensation of Lucas’s lips against his burning skin. He feels electric, on fire, tingling in all the right ways until he mistakenly rolls his hips up to meet Lucas’s.

Lucas moans and drops his head against Jen’s shoulder, pressing down into the movement. He feels Jens stiffen beneath him and moves to look at him.

“Sorry I just - you feel good and - I - I” Jens stammers.

Lucas shushes him by meeting his lips in a bruising kiss. “Don’t stop,” he gasps into their mouths. Lucas presses down again and rolls their hips together electing a moan out of both of them. Jens leans down and presses open mouthed kisses along Lucas’s collarbone and Lucas hesitantly begins making small thrusting movements with his hips. Jens rolls his hips up to meet Lucas’s thrusts and he gasps because it feels so impossibly good. They officially crossed the line between friends and maybe more than friends, Jens thinks to himself as he and Lucas move together, building a rhythm and breathing heavily into each other's mouths.

Their movements speed up and Jens can feel heat pooling in his stomach. He desperately grabs at Lucas and kisses him and kisses him, feeling himself get hotter with each touch. Lucas begins moving his hips in earnest, making small little gasping noises that sounds like fucking music to Jens’s ears -

A knock on the closet door causes them to abruptly halt.

“You guys okay? You’ve been in there for like twenty minutes…” Robbe’s voice floats through the door. Lucas huffs out a laugh and his head flops onto Jens’s shoulder, his shoulders shaking. Jens rolls his eyes and lets out a giggle as his hand moves to gently stroke the smaller boy’s back.

“We’re good!” Jens calls out. Lucas muffles laughs into his shoulder.

“Are you guys planning on coming out of there anytime soon?” Robbe continues, “because we were gonna get some more drinks and stuff.”

“Yeah we’ll be out in a sec!” Jens can hear Robbe yelling back towards the group, the music thumping behind the closet door. Jens and Lucas look at each other before bursting out into laughter at their current position.

Jens moves his hands to cup Lucas’s face and bring their lips together softly. They spend a minute lazily making out until they hear the unmistakable noise of a bottle breaking on the floor outside. “We should probably go back out there,” Lucas smirks.

“Yeah,” Jens agrees. “Are we okay?” He asks quietly. “Because I don’t want this to be a one time thing.”

“Neither do I.” Lucas murmurs. His presses a soft, barely there kiss against Jens’s mouth and smiles. Jens’s heart fills with warmth as he pulls away and hugs Lucas, his Lucas, close to his chest.  

“Okay, good.”

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Things Are Different - Part 2

Part 2 of my Spencer Reid X OC (Annie Hotchner) series! this one is kinda short but includes a cute hotch pep talk and some awk-dorable spencer flirting!

Not my gif!

Masterlist

Part 1 | ------ | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

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From the moment the team entered the plane, Annie and Spencer were thrown together at every turn. Not that they complained, more that they were suspicious of their friend’s motives. That didn’t change when they got to the precinct. 

Aaron immediately had the two of them set up shop together, Annie was researching and delving into the case info and helping Spencer with the geographic profile. She knew this made the most sense, but also knew her brother was in full medaling mode. It got out of hand when Aaron had to call the hotel from the precinct to hold rooms; they discussed having to buddy up since the Hotel was pretty full. Aaron automatically teamed up everyone, ending with Reid and Annie. 

“Annie, are you okay with this?” Spencer asked when the rest of the team had left the station,” I’m sure Hotch and Rossi would be okay with switching. It’s kinda weird that Hotch and you wouldn’t pair up any way, your siblings and…” Spencer rambles.

“Hey, Woah, Spence calm down!” Annie laughs. “My brother’s mind works in mysterious ways. Plus I’m okay with it. I’ve missed hanging out with you, so this just means we have a little extra time. I mean if you’re okay with that.” She says nervously.

“Of course I’m okay with it Annie. I’ve missed you to.” He says as he moves closer to her. Only to be interrupted by Spencer’s phone ringing. 

“Reid” He answers “Yeah, Hotch I’ll be right there. No She’s not alone, JJ just got back.” He says as he waves to JJ walking through the door. “Alright I’ll be there in ten.”

“Hey JJ, I’m going to meet with Hotch to help him interview a suspect’s kid.” He says turning to Annie. “Will you be good here?” he asks and she nods. “Alright, I’ll see you both later.” He says as he reaches out and pats Annie’s arm meaningfully. Which doesn’t go unnoticed by JJ. 

“Yeah” Annie smiles. “Hey, be safe okay?” He nods and squeezes her arm as he walks away. 

Annie turns to a smirking JJ.

“Sooo, am I supposed to ignore all of that, or-?” JJ asks knowingly.

“If only I believed you would. But I know I can’t avoid the 3rd degree… lets just wait till later alright?” Annie laughs with JJ. “That way you can just include everyone else instead of having to repeat it to Pen, and Em”. She says looking back at the case file as JJ laughs. 

Aaron and Spencer had finished up at the Suspect’s ex wife’s house and headed back together in one car. 

“So,” Aaron says as he glances at Spencer. “You and my sister?” spencer flushes and starts to stutter. 

“Hotch I- there we’re just friends” he says

Hotch barely smirks and says “Then you’re an idiot.”

 Causing spencer to look at him with shock.

“ What are you talking about?” he questions.

“Reid, just go for it man,” He says “you’re good for each other”

“And you’re okay with that?” Spencer says

“Yes I am Spencer. Just don’t screw up” He said with a smirk.

Spencer is left deep in thought as Aaron turns onto the street where the precinct is. Before he can respond he looks up to see the Headlights of an oncoming truck just before it smashes into their car, sending the SUV onto the sidewalk. At the sound of the crash Annie went flying out of the door, followed by JJ. Her world stopped when she realized it was Aaron and Spencer who had been hit. JJ tried her best to hold her back, but Annie flew over towards the men. Yelling for someone to call a paramedic. 

[nikosasakis]

3, 20, 27, & 51? 💗

thank youuu!! 💕

GET IN MY BUSINESS PLEASE

3. How many tattoos i have and what they are:

I have two so far. One just above my right ankle that’s actually matching with my mother. It’s a semi colon & the words always keep fighting (...from jared’s whole AWK thing bc we both used to be obsessed with supernatural) bc we both suffer with mental health issues. The other, is the stars from peter pan (bc i fucking love peter pan) on a like galaxy coloured ink splatter on the side of my ribcage but ngl it now kinda looks like a bruise half the time. I kinda wanna get it covered up though bc I spontaneously got one bc a friend wanted to get one. We’re no longer friends and even though it’s like... nothing to do with her/our friendship it still reminds me of her which is why I’m glad I can’t always see it 😅😅 .... and this got deeper than I meant it too oops lmao

20.  Height:

5FT3 WHOOP

27. First celebrity you think of when someone says attractive:

Oliver Stark. Before I knew he existed though it was Tom Holland lmao

51. Have you ever been on a plane?

Yes!! I’ve travelled a fair bit and I absolutely love travelling (even if I hate flying). 

[linos-teeth]

i got tagged for the fanfic tag by @incorrectkids-admin and yall might not know this but i love fanfic so much (in general, there are only few fanfics in particular that truly impress me so if yall want like some fancy restaurant style reviews hmu) so tysm for this!!! i‘m going to tag @chngbok and @lilac-stay and @frozensea394 and @odeshadowz (i THINK u all read and/or write fanfic sometimes if not then i’m sorry ofc u don’t have to do this tag) (generally u don’t this is optional)

slow burn or love at first sight: i will read love at first sight when i’m starved for some good romance but there is a limit of cheese and it’s right there GIMME THAT SLOWEST BURN MAKE IT 20K WORDS GIMME

fake dating or secret dating: tbh this trope is kinda overused but if done well??? it can be so good? tho i think you could also do smth nice with secret dating, it has yet to impress me tho

enemies to lovers or best friends to lovers: both are so good!!! love and can relate that good oh no that’s my Friend...but i wanna kiss...but also. enemies to lovers...u can do so much with these dynamics...i’ve written some of it myself back in the days and it’s so much fun to do (and read)

oh no there’s only one bed or long distance with correspondence: it’s cliché but i do not care (that and also long distance might be a mood but as a physical presence person i need those sweet irl interactions!!)

fantasy or modern au: i don’t read enough fantasy aus ngl....they are so close to my heart bc i myself am very much a fantasy game nerd but also like....modern? why tf not? so many options there and i mean urban fantasy? also sure thing i love them all

smut or fluff: NO SMUT IN THIS HOUSE PLS MY EYES ok let them partially undress and make out a bit whatever but pls no smut unless it’s like one artsy poetic sentence but keep the dick talk away from me

mutual pining or domestic bliss: lovelovelove domestic bliss but.......the pining......the tension.....it stabs me physically and i love it so very much

alternate universe or future fic: listen everything is an au bc nothing actually happened this exact way irl (even if assuming we’re talking abt like. celebrities here u add CANON FIC and wish it had happened it just did not and that’s valid aus are very good)

one shot or multi chapter: will read both but will die if multi chapter stays unfinished my poor heart

kid fic or road trip fic: I FUCKING LOVE ROAD TRIP FICS SO MUCH??? I’VE READ SO MANY GOOD ONES *opens purse like they’re photos of my grandchildren* LET ME SHOW U SOME ROAD TRIP FICS

reincarnation or character death: i‘m not big on reincarnation honestly like i guess it’s like romantic and all to find each other in a different life but......it doesn’t speak to me? and character death is just. a big fucking no. you’re writing about real people: what the fuck makes u think u can kill them off?? like?? they’re alive and breathing they aren’t a doll to use to break some reader’s hearts wtf (btw either way i think if u write mcd just to make ppl sad then you aren’t valid) and if it’s not a real person i still. don’t get the hype there are other plot devices

arranged marriage or accidental marriage: ok arranged marriage is fine if it’s like.....an almost marriage and u still end up with who the two of you ACTUALLY love but accidental marriage sounds so fun i’ve never read it but it has a crack vibe to it pls someone write some i wanna read

high school romance or middle age romance: it’s romance gimme

time travel or isolated together: idk time travel sounds fun but it’s usually heartbreaking so i’m like maybe nooot and isolated together doesn’t spark any particular emotion in me so

neighbors or roommates: good stuff!!! gimme i love awk neighbor shit but i also love even more awk roommate shit like yes AWKWARDNESS PLS

sci-fi or magic au: why would i even try to choose? MAGIC IS AWESOME ALIENS AND SPACESHIPS AND SHIT ARE AWESOME

body swap or genderbend: body swap is prooooobably fun i haven’t read any but genderbent, esp when it’s real people, just makes me really uncomfortable oR HONESTLY THE CREEPIEST PART U GENDERBEND HALF OF A SHIP TO MAKE THEM LIKE. I SAW IT HAPPEN WITH GAY TO HET BUT LIKE THE OTHER WAY ROUND IS JUST AS WEIRD PPL STOP JUST WRITE DIFFERENT PPL

angst or crack: i am weak but crack is honestly a form of art and i will take it

apocalyptic or mundane: zombie shit rly freaks me out tho i HAVE read one amazing apocalyptic fic i will still generally say i prefer mundane ones

[a-simple-imagine]

Nothing But Co-Stars

Requested by anonymous: I was hoping to get a Gemma Chan story where she and reader worked on captain Marvel together and are high key in love and like the media finds out or something!

Pairing: Gemma Chan x fem!reader

Words: 1937

A/N - 2 posts in one day?? AND I have 3 more coming. This is so unlike me. I did say I would do all my requests before endgame which I’m seeing tomorrow. Since I’ve been avoiding spoilers it’s given me a lot of time to write. I have 5 open spots for requests so throw them at me. 

I was gonna make this fluffy but you know whats better than fluff? angst. I left it on a cliff hanger too

You glance anxiously towards your partner in this interview. You were looking for an answer; some indication of whether she wanted to talk about it or just move on. The woman just smiles softly and you turn back to the interviewer. You can answer a simple question. Nothing suspicious about that.

"Yeah, we become pretty close while working on the set together- as did all the cast."

"I agree." Gemma nods. "I think working on any show or movie you kind of become like a little family for a while. So I've been spending a lot of time with Y/N."

"You two were spotted out for dinner together quite a few times." The interviewer adds.

"Oh yeah. What can I say she makes a great dinner date." You insist with a soft chuckle.

"Y/N actually was late to our last dinner date," Gemma added.

"Okay, I actually have an excuse for that."

"Which is?"

"It's nothing major, I just had a really long day. I had just finished up some press with Brie and it ran a little later than expected. And these two girls run up to us asking for pictures. So I'm taking pictures of them with Brie because y'know she's Captain Marvel. I was surprised when they asked for one with me, it made me feel like a star. Anyway, this girl is standing next to me. I have one arm around her and she just whispers in my ear, will you strangle me?"

"What?" The interviewer seemed surprised but amused.

"Yeah, I was like so confused and Brie is just laughing next to me. I sadly had to tell her that I would not choke her but we were both shook."

"You never told me that."

You shrug casually, glancing in your co-star's direction. "Never needed to. I didn't think it was relevant, I wasn't that late to dinner."

The interview continues normally. You talk about the film. Answered some vaguely personal questions. And when it was over, you retreated to your black SUV with the rest of your team. Surprised when Gemma slips into the seat beside you a few moments later.

"Do you not have your own car?"

"Thought we may as well share." She insisted, hand settling on your thigh. You smile warmly at her.

"I was gonna head back and go for a run but how about we grab lunch instead?"

She nodded a little. You had your driver/security guard take a detour to a small cafe downtown. This thing with Gemma had been going on for a while now but letting the world know wasn't part of the plan yet. So it requires a lot of sneaking around. You share lunch at this small french style cafe. You chat about anything everything. It was pleasant. It was undisturbed. And for just a moment you forget that for some messed up reason you're more than just two people having lunch. Brushes of hands. Longing glances. As you leave, your hands are intertwined. A peck on the cheek before you slip into you car and she gets in the one behind. You go your separate ways after that like nothing happened. You had to be in a different places tomorrow.

"We have a problem," your assistant announces as your speeding down the road. Tapping away on her phone beside you. You're preoccupied, recording the current song on the radio to post to your Instagram story.

"Have you seen TMZ?"

You don't register the question right away but when you do you shrug. "Who got a DUI now?"

"I don't know. I'm more worried about you," you glance at her briefly before looking out the window. Cars pass by. An old woman walks her dog. A young man skateboards down the street with what looks like an ice pop. "Can we get ice cream on the way home?"

"What are you five years old?" Your drive asks. His tone is playful.

"A five year old who also happens to be your boss." You flash a tight-lipped smile in your driver's direction. Continuing to scroll through your Instagram feed. Completely ignoring most of the posts just minding your own business. Your team chatted around you. You could hear what they were saying but you just weren't registering any of it.

"Y/N. You were planning to keep your blossoming relationship with Miss. Chan a secret were you not?"

"For now." You respond with a small nod. "A lot of people date their costars so I just wanna make sure there's something here and it's not just because we've been working together. I don't want this to be promo."

"TMZ posted about you."

A split second of panic. "About the interview? That was fast."

"No about you two." She held her phone up for you. Your Y/E/C eyes narrow in on the English actress and yourself. Your lips pressed to her cheek. Hands intertwined.

'Y/N Y/L/N cosies up with co-star Gemma Chan during lunch date'

Uncreative. Straight to the point. Definitely TMZs style. But it was just one news outlet. No big deal. It's not like they caught you doing anything bad. You open Twitter and check your official mentions. More outlets had taken the opportunity to write about it. You're not a massive star but enough to peak the interest of the media. Enough for an otherwise slow news day. Fuck. It had been a brief laps in judgment. Hardly anyone was around. You decide to let the news linger for now. No need to confirm or deny. You open Instagram and take a selfie. No caption. Just a time filter. You get the ice cream you wanted. Deciding upon Mint chocolate chip. You also put that on your Instagram story. People who don't like mint choc are tasteless as a caption. 3 posts were enough to satisfy what fans you had. It makes you seem active and like you're engaging with your fans when you've hardly put in any effort. You return to your moderate size apartment. It overlooks the city. It looks beautiful at night. Your team leaves you alone not too long after that. You go for a jog with your dog. It's peaceful. There's safety in numbers. On returning, you take a shower to which you perform Beyoncé's greatest hits before retiring to your living room. The word room used loosely because your apartment is open floor. You place your shark mug - the body of a great white, fins and all made up the mug and the tail made up the handle - of hot chocolate atop a low glass coffee table alongside your iPad. You take up space between the table which is sat on a plush carpet and the couch which rests on laminate. You switch on the tv more so for background noise than anything else. Deciding to watch The Good Wife. You've been binge-watching it lately. It's good. And then you call her. A few rings pass by and she picks up. Her face swimming into view. You smile at her and she returns it.

"We need to talk," you say quietly. Picking up your mug of hot chocolate; for a moment you're amused by its quirkiness. You blow gently on the surface. Your attention on the drama unfolding on screen.

"You saw?"

"I did." You reply, daring to take a sip. It was really hot. Burns the end of your tongue but you can tell it's gonna taste great. You keep the mug in your hands allowing the heat to transfer to your skin.

"What are you watching?" She wonders clearly noticing your lack of attention.

"The good wife." You answer, turning back to her. "So, what do we do?"

"What do you want to do?"

You shrug. It's not a question you should decide on your own and so you had left it until now to truly think about. "Maybe it's time to just tell everyone."

Her expression is unreadable and so you divert back to Alicia as she battles yet another court case. She seems to be winning.

"Really?" By her tone, you can tell she's not entirely on board with the idea. But she's also not trying to come off as malicious or embarrassed. Just cautious. Being in the public eye could be great but it was also unforgiving. It was progressive but unprogressive. For every person who loved you, there were ten more lining up to tell you you're a piece of shit. Talentless. Your words were always being twisted. Every step of your life became strategic. To some extent, you did whatever you wanted but you had a publicist that kept you from doing anything stupid. Usually, she would be on the phone right now. Maybe she was. You had left your phone in the kitchen on silent for a reason.

"I just don't think Its best right now,"

"For us?" You question as your stare down the iPad screen. "Or to be telling everyone?"

The hesitation is worrying but you don't question it. You decide not to make a big deal out of it.

"Telling everyone." She eventually answers. She's not looking at you and you wonder where her attention lies.

"Why?" You ask immediately. Brow cocked in curiosity.

"I just... don't think it's the right time. "

"Then what do you want to do?" You ask, bringing your shark mug to your lips and taking a large sip. It warmed your entire body.

"I don't know," She answers. "can't we ignore it?"

"Sure," You nod, returning your gaze to the tv. "but people are still gonna think we're together so why not just tell them?"

"Y/N, please." Your disappointed in her soft words but you had been expecting them.

"I'm gonna talk to my publicist, see what we can do." You explain.

"Thank you,"

"I kinda want to tell everyone though." You mumble casually. More to yourself than her. She didn't seem like she was going to change her mind any time soon. "What does your publicist say?"

"I told her I wanted to ignore it. See what happens."

"Oh." You nod a little. "Okay then."

"How was your run?"

You glance back to her. Taking in a little more of your drink. She was changing the conversation so I guess that was the end of that. "It was good."

A silence comes between both of you. It's a little awkward but that's because you're a little disheartened. The circumstances had changed. Everyone had already caught a glimpse so why does she still want to hide? You can't wrap your head around it. What was she so scared of. You watch her through the screen. Listening to the TV show in the background.

"I'm gonna go." You eventually say. "I'll call you when I'm done with press tomorrow."

"Oh- yeah, okay." She offers you an unsure smile.

"I'll see you later Gemma,"

"Wait Y/N, I-" you cut off the feed before she can finish her sentence. You down the contents of your mug before raising to your feet. You exchange your mug with the phone in the kitchen and retire to the couch. Your pup comes along and lies down next you. Head falling to rest in your lap. You hand brushes through its soft fur. You unlock your phone and finally return the missed call.

"So what's the plan?"

"Tell me what you want?"

With an unfocused gaze on the screen, you sigh. "She wants to ignore it."

"I didn't ask what she wants, I don't work for her. What do you want to do?"

You hesitate for a moment. "I... want everyone to know."

[thepreggochronicles]

What happens in Vegas.... 😈

So last night was night two in Vegas.

Naturally I wore the Iconic pink dress from summer 2018 which is already a bad omen 😂 that I’m gonna get into some trouble.

So we went to the club and I snuck an entire bottle of fireball through multiple security without anyone noticing.

Stephanie 1

Club security 0

The trick is to flirt with them and always hold it in the opposite hand.

We had a good time came back to the hotel and tiye tells me she got us a MOTHA-fucking party bus!

Ayeeee!

To go to the strip club fa free!

I was like hell yes!

Also I was soooo drunk and hitting on everybody.

Hard.

So as soon as we walk through the door I saw this sexy waiter, I don’t remember what ethnicity he was exactly, but he looked Hispanic.

I was allllll over him I put both hands on his chest we were flirting and talking.

He told me he’d really meet me after work (to fuck)

And I got his number.

So we all go and sit down and the first show a bunch of the guys come up to us and separate us.

This tall but very sexy (Amazonian man)

He was a dirty blonde, he had glasses. He was wearing jeans.

Came and danced on me and made me smack his ass multiple times. (Awk)

He came on very strong and i was trying not to do anything because I didn’t want my 1 boo to see.

But I mean we were at a strip club so what did he expect.

Anyway I was too drunk to care nor think about it.

“He kept telling me come to VIP with me.”

“I’m actually very sexually attracted to you.”

“We can stay longer than the song.”

“We can do more than what we’re supposed to.”

I was like wha? I didn’t know what to expect lmao I really thought we were gonna go back there and he was just gonna dance on me? But more sexy?

So I was like like okay fuck it and I left tiye and lyndsay to get a private daaaaaance!

As soon as we got back there though things heated up.

He started making out with me.

He pulled my top down and starting sucking on my nipples, and.....

No good way to say this.

I sucked his dick.

😂😂😂 I know I can’t believe it either.

Wild.

He was fingering me and he pulled my outfit to the side and ate me out.

He was sooooo good at everything an amazing kisser.

Amazing body.

Hot hot hot.

Anyway he keeps telling me after a couple songs go by.

We have to go or else the manager is going to come check on us. We were in there wayyyyy longer than I paid for and what’s allowed.

Also I don’t know if eating girls out and getting your dick sucked is typical VIP behavior.

He was like I want to fuck you so bad.

You’re short I think you’re adorable.

I love everything you have going on.

I was like you probably just say that to all the girls.

He was like “no! Seriously I’m attracted to you that makes my job so much easier.”

We kept making out some more.

I bent over for him which definitely showed my whole ass.

Ps. That dress shrunk as if my ass didn’t hang out of it enough.

So when we got out of VIP he tells me we should go to my hotel. He said We can have dinner we can cuddle have sex and then he can leave but that I had to pay 1,000$

I was like 😱😳

I said “hell no, I’m not gonna pay for sex!”

He was like “well how much do you have? How much can you give me.”

I was like “I don’t have any money I’m broke I shouldn’t have even been spending my money for that dance.”

Eventually after him he one sided negotiating cause i told him no he lowered it to “ just 100$”

I was like no! Lol and his arrogant ass was offended.

He was like if you can’t do that for me then that pisses me off because I am worth wayyy more than that. I’m lowering it a lot because I really am attracted to you. I’m a model. I’ve been published. This will be the best night of your life. Blah blah blah.

So we are negotiating with my arms around his shoulder and his hands around my waist.

Then I felt someone gently cup my ass as they walk by.

I thought it was tiye and I turn around,

And it was Kevin! Boo 1 from earlier! Totally forgot about him cause I was so wrapped up in boo 2.

He saw me with the other guy and did that to deliver a subtle message to me.

Leo (Amazonian) didn’t notice he was still trying to convince me to go home with him. For a price.

So finally he goes “if you’re not interested can you just tell me so I’m not wasting my time.”

Then I told him “okay I’m not interested.”

He looked mad like he wanted to say something more, then just goes “goodnight.”

So I go back to my group and I see the white suite guy, (boo 1) by the elevator and I’m waiting there with lyndsay to go and I tell her about what happened.

She was like “what!!!!” Lmao shook.

Next thing I know tiye comes back and white suit guy is holding her how I was holding my guy.

So that was it and we get back into the bus and I texted boo 1.

Also the most scandalous part? Tiyes been waiting for a text from him....

He’s already texted me back.

And she keeps talking about how great her experience was with him in VIP.

I was like you were with him in VIP?? her experience was kinda similar but I definitely got more out of mine.

She was like “yeah I told him you’re newly single, and he said that explains why she came on so strong.”

Haha actually that’s because I was drunk and horny 😈 stefani is a real bitch.

Also I spent damn near 200$

And I don’t want it back 😆😜

#NORAGRETSSSS

[virryth]

Prince!AU Johnny

Johnny came home ;; #WelcomeHomeJohnny

1835 words | Fluff

Where the prince sneaks out to be come a street musician, not knowing an assassin was on his tail

2nd prince of the dynasty, knows it’s not his responsibility to be king so tend to eff around a lot (but like not actually effing anyone)

the only one in the family with the same mother as the crown prince, but vibes so much better with his younger bros: Mark, Doyoung, and Jaehyun

he’s responsible enough to lead an army and has been entrusted with the title of General the last time the country went to war, but due to war PTSD he decided it wasn’t a life for him–prince Youngho is a pacifist

Prince Yuta however loves the art of war so he took over. When Yuta left for battle Youngho gave him a handkerchief and cried while wishing him good luck

Youngho: come back to me my prince

Yuta and Mak: bro ur embarrassing

likes the art of tea, often has tea party and invites all the local maids and courtesans to have tea with him.

To others it looks like a harem but prince Youngho knows how hard they work and how rare it is for them to just sit and have some time for themselves, so forget what everyone thinks as long as he’s doing his job as a good master to them

a true romantic, loves poetry and a genius at gayageum (12-strings instrument, similar: the Chinese guzheng, the Japanese koto, the Mongolian yatga, and the Vietnamese đàn tranh)

all the girls love lining up outside his open chamber to listen to him play at sunset

even the male servants and soldiers sometimes come to see him play because he’s just that good, the emotion he delivers varies from soft melodic lullaby to vibrantly dynamic compositions

Prince Doyoung: maybe you’re better than me at one thing

he doesn’t play outside the castle!! because he’s afraid he’s gonna get caught, followed, or hunted by assassins since the country has a lot of enemies

But prince Youngho loves sneaking out with prince Jaehyun whenever their distant cousin from neighboring kingdom Ten comes to visit.

The first time was for fun. He plays the gayageum in a disguise named Johnny, out in a small public space, and he got so immersed that by the time he was done there was already a crowd gathering

and he loves the feeling of anonymity so much he keeps sneaking out even when his cousin wasn’t visiting

you were hired by the mother of one of the younger princes to assassinate Prince Youngho. You’re a pay-by-the-job kinda assassin and you just take the information from an anonymous bidder and carry out your job so you really don’t know who your real employer is, and they don’t know your face or anything either.

You were given the assignment to kill Prince Youngho, a pity really, you heard he was a good-natured man with no vie for the throne, but a job is a job and you figured once you get into the castle you’ll probably hear some bad things about him anyway, and maybe what he looks like you honestly have no idea since you were never given an assignment to kill royalty of THIS country before

this is the first time you’ve been in this kingdom tbh, but you made a friend already! the guy called Johnny that plays the gayageum first spoke to you after you spaced out listening to him play, and you offered to pay him bc street musicians have it hard ya know just playing day by day for a meal

and he graciously took the money but used it to buy you both food, which you were surprised by

Johnny was your first friend and throughout your time with him you really didn’t want to lie about why you were in town, but no one wants to be friend with an assassin

until one day on one of your scouting of the castle, you bumped into Johnny!

and you definitely notice how he was dressed in the finest silk robe of all the lands, even if he looks like he’s wearing chamber garment and taking a night stroll before bed

“Hey what a pleasant surprise! although not really, what are you doing here?” he inquired after pulling you over to a blind spot from the guards

you didn’t want to lie to Johnny again, but you didn’t know how to react after finding out that he was, in fact, probably someone of royalty seeing as he’s in the castle wearing very expensive robe in the middle of the night

but you couldn’t, he was definitely Johnny as he recognizes you, he was your friend, and royalty or not, you couldn’t do that

“Johnny listen, you need to get as far away from here as possible 3 nights from now. I’m… I’m telling you this since I trust you with my life.”

Johnny: okay thanks but what why?

but you don’t get to explain further because a guard was approaching and you escaped when Johnny turned around to distract them

the next 3 days you don’t see Johnny. he missed his weekly playing at the public square and you really don’t know why, he’s never done this for the past 2 months you’ve known him

on D-day aka the day you’re supposed to kill prince Youngho

you still don’t know how the heck the man looks like because the one infiltration to find out his face was interrupted by your friend Johnny, who may or may not possibly be a prince and brother of your target. The thought that you’ll have to kill one of his brothers kinda hurt you, but if he’d listened to your warning, he should be far away from the castle tonight

from the intel you gather, Prince Youngho is usually alone in his chamber on one specific day of the week (today), and you know where his chamber is so you made your way towards there, patiently waiting for the wee hour so you can take him out

what you don’t expect is Johnny’s friend Jeffrey to show up

he was accompanied by another person in robe, someone he called Doyoung, also strikingly handsome like the rest of the people in this castle apparently. Goddamn you really hit the jackpot with meeting all the princes did ya

Doyoung: this is ginseng tea, remember to make him drink it all, Youngho said he’s been getting these weird heartburns lately that won’t go away

Jeffrey: don’t worry I’ll force it down his throat if he doesn’t hehe

Doyoung: Jaehyun.

Jeffrey/Jaehyun: i’m kidding

oh no… oh man.. you really liked Jeffrey you rEALLY do he gets all your memes! but if he is indeed prince Jaehyun, then intel has it he was very close with prince Youngho :( oh no he’s going to be so devastated..

you’re getting sad on the job which is very unlike you.. But you know this is what happens when you try to get close to people as assassin. it hurts.

but what hurts the most is the voice that calls out to Jeffrey and prince Doyoung

prince Youngho emerged from his chamber.

You feel like the world fell upon you, heavier than when you were eight and thrown out of the house by your foster family because you didn’t “belong,” heavier than the boulder your master dropped on your shoulder when you were twelve and called it “mental training,” heavier and more painful than when Johnny smiled and you know it was a smile reserved solely for you

the shock hit you harder than it should, and as you tried to cope with the reality that you would have to kill Johnny, you lost your bearing on the roof and fell

Doyoung, stepping in front of Jaehyun: did you hear that?

Jaehyun: yes, but hyung why do you have a sword strapped to your waist we’re in nightgowns?

Youngho: call the guard, we may have intruders

Jaehyun: hey… isn’t that… someone we know? Hyung look

You got up as fast as you fell and tried to flee, but Youngho was faster, and soon he was close enough to grab your arm before you got the chance to escape

Doyoung, sword drawn across your throat: who are you?

Jaehyun: hyung relax, it’s our friend

you don’t know what to make of that but for now you gotta go, can’t risk another prince see your face good god you’re a terrible assassin

So as Youngho released your arms, you bolted into the shadows and parkour your way out of the castle

the next day you see Johnny at the same public space where he performs, except it’s not one of his performing day and he’s just there in disguise

and Jeffrey nowhere in sight but next to him is prince Doyoung, the scarier prince you’ve come to meet yesterday

Johnny: hey! glad you’re here, this is um.. you know who he is but call him Charlie

Doyoung eyes you suspiciously before turning back to Johnny: can’t believe we’re talking to an assassin that was sent to kill you.

Doyoung was right. You don’t know what to say because there’s nothing to say. Your relationship or friendship whatever it was has ended and you were sure this is the supposed goodbye before you take off. It was nice, albeit awkward, but less awkward thanks to a third person being there, but you weren’t used to goodbye. The life of an assassin didn’t permit you any goodbyes.

Johnny: Charlie im only taking you with me because you were worried for my safety. Now that we’ve established that, please go entertain yourself at the market. Jeffrey and Jason are waiting for you (Jason = Jeno)

Johnny, after Doyoung skedaddled: work for me.

you: what

Johnny: look, i know you were hired to assassinate me, but i don’t care. work for me or just stay here, don’t leave or.. or i will search the world to find you

You, an awk at emotions: ….dude can you even leave the castle as the prince? like?

Johnny: okay sHUT UP we do have strict rules regarding that but my pOINT IS. I like you, stay with me.

His words were sincere, there’s not a hint of sarcasm in his voice, and no one has ever said something like this to you–especially not after you tried to kill them. You didn’t think you deserve Johnny or the idea of having a life where you can settle down.. but as you look at him, look at the sincerity and purity in his eyes, you know he meant it.

you nodded right before he pulled you to an embrace and attempted to swing you around

Jeno: ah look there’s Young—Johnny hyung!

Doyoung: don’t run Jason hold my hand

Youngho, under his breath: damn that Doyoung always showing up at the most crucial moment

you laughed as he lets you go, but not before promising him that you’ll stay, as a regular village girl or as his new employee, you’ll stay in the kingdom for him

[lovenotesuggestions]

So a friend and I both like each other and have admitted it when we were really drunk. Problem is he used to like one of my friends but she was never interested. Then after two months of that he lost interest in here. About 4 months later he’s into me then I started liking him two months later but now I think my other friend likes him. Haven’t spoken to her but more just her behaviour towards him but he barely talks to her, is it dog to her if I have something with him?

Hello so I’m the anon before with the friend where we both like each other and other friend that he used to like and now may be into her. So she kinda led him on for a while so I think that’s why he’s a bit awks and cold towards her. Also any chance of a quick response? We’re all seeing each other this weekend and I may have agreed to going out to dinner but now I’m worried it’s dog to my other friend but I really do like him a lot and they never really had anything because she wasn’t interested

I don’t think it’s automatically bad to your friend for you to have a relationship with him. But I do think it’s worth talking to your friend and asking if she has feelings for him, and maybe getting her blessing on you having that relationship before you act on anything, just to prevent her from feeling like you don’t care about her feelings. Often it’s the going behind people’s backs, or them having it sprung on them, or them feeling like you care more about the guy you like than the friend, that causes strain on people’s friendships in these situations, but talking to her about it should smooth that out before it has a chance to cause problems between you. If you don’t know how to approach the topic, this FAQ post about communication might be helpful to you. 

But it’s not bad for you to date him - it’s not like he’s her ex or they had a messy breakup or anything. There were unrequited feelings on his part, but she wasn’t interested, so she doesn’t have any claim over him or really any right to be upset with you for liking him. But feelings aren’t always rational, which is why I think talking about it is wise, just to prevent things being uncomfortable. 

I hope that helps, and that things go well! 💗

[bugsongs]

i’m. feeling awkward so! in the interest of not feeling awk I just wanna know if it’s okay to like, interact w your original posts n stuff? for some reason to my anxiety brain it feels kinda presumptuous (i don’t know you but we’re both in the hmc discord n you seem pretty cool)

yeah go for it! 90% of the time i make a post and instantly forget it exists so it’s kinda fun to see that people do actually acknowledge my posts sometimes!

[orderuponthe99prettygrimmdiaries]

CNY 15th 🐷

After days weeks of procrastination, I’m finally writing again! Wanted to write last month but got a little too overwhelmed with everything, and then wanted to do it for the start of Chinese New Year, and now it's already the last day of CNY 😅  

So much happened over the past few weeks, considering it's almost 2 months now since my last post.

From a temporary position, now I'm officially a full timer. Last time I wrote about this, I was nervous as heck about it. Honestly I've only finally started easing into the fact that now I'm a full time staff there. And technically back then, I wasn't really sure if I was converted to full time or just that my probation was over (all thanks to my mom adding to the confusion).

But, the road leading up to me easing into this wasn't so simple. Since I was first offered the new job scope, it took about a couple weeks before my colleague actually gave me anything, and during that entire period, I had so much contemplation of leaving, but I felt like that would make me seem impatient.

Anyhoo. I held on. I waited. Finally came the day where my colleague started showing me the ropes, well the 2nd part of it at least, which was to supervise and tally our orders (we're also supposed to do the ordering based on sales and all). I definitely wasn't into it, and I openly admitted it to her, that I doubt I would be staying long there as this isn't really a job I'd like to do.

And then it got a little more dramatic cos she told the boss, thinking that I WAS going to resign. This also made me doubt my other colleague who I had also confided into, and I'm just glad I found out the truth. (Man you can't trust people sometimes) Well basically I found out through my colleague in charge of Human Resources, cos the boss got her to talk to me, wondering if the reason I'm planning to leave is due to the relationships there. I assured her that it was just the job scope. 

The more I thought about it, the more nervous I was that after I left the company without doing anything related to what I wanted to do, I would become more out of touch and then no one was going to hire me. I know people always talk about going for your dreams and all that, and that’s something I truly believe in, but I also didn’t want to have to make my parents worry about me. But despite everything, I still wanted a job that I loved and won’t make me dread waking up every morning. 

Fast forward a week later, she came to talk to me again. Funny thing too, it was right after I took a day off for CNY spring cleaning, which I took the chance to call my counsellor since she checked in with me the day before. Perfect timing too, one of those overwhelming days, and it really helped to talk to her. Definitely missed our sessions. Spoke for almost 30 mins while I was home and my dad was outside my room, so he might have heard some stuff (definitely sounded different speaking to her vs at home) and he did mouth "who is it" but I definitely still didn't feel very comfortable telling them about this side of me. Not yet. 

Back to my convo with my colleague, she explained that apparently there was some sort of miscommunication during our previous meeting with the bosses. Apparently my new job scope wasn't just gonna be logistics and paperwork, they wanted to give me some offline marketing stuff to do too, especially since they know that's what I've studied and that's where my passion lies. We talked for a bit, this time a little more in depth so there won't be any more misunderstanding. She clarified that I won't just be doing ads and I'd still have to do the logistics part, since that's the part they'd mostly need, and those ads definitely won't be done all year round either. She/they also want to let me try out designing, but the thing was there's no one else there that can do designing, so I gotta figure it out myself.

And, so, they gave me the weekend to consider if I was okay with this plan. It was hard, especially when she mentioned that she wishes I would promise to stay for a year or two, as I learn and gain experience doing this. It definitely freaked me out. 6 months already sounds pretty long, let alone a year or two.

I discussed it with so many people - my parents, my trusted inner circle, and again, my counsellor. I finally made my decision and agreed, but on my terms, which of course, I wouldn’t promise to stay a year. I told her I’d do this as long as I felt I was still doing something fulfilling, something that I love, or well, like. She said that was alright and she wouldn’t mention that to the bosses, since what they mainly wanted to know was if I was staying or leaving. 

Well, so I guess that’s that for the work part of my life. It’s the last day of Chinese New Year already, which I already said at the start. Dang, this post is long. But man, time flies. 

CNY had been pretty great. Got to drive both mornings to my uncle’s and aunt’s, and it wasn’t too bad. Of course, I still can’t park hah. Still a lil awks with my cousins, but we did take quite a bit of pics this year too. Speaking of, I finally made my first insta post. It’s been.. maybe a year or two since I created Insta, but I’d been waiting for a perfect moment for my first post. Was meant to be like with my future boyfriend relationship, but God knows how long that’s gonna take. 

BUT, for the first time this Valentine’s, I’VE GOT A DATE. Withhhh... THE CAST AND DIRECTORS OF CAPTAIN MARVEL! Brie Larson, Samuel L Jackson, Gemma Chan, and directors Anna Boden and Ryan Fleck came to Singapore for V day! 

Honestly when they announced the event, I was super excited, but then after hearing that you had to register for the tickets, I thought it’s likely I wouldn’t get them since Marvel fans can be so hardcore. But turns out, on the afternoon of registration day, there were still tickets, and I decided to go for it. Is this considered a spontaneous decision? It kinda sucked that I went alone, but at the same time, it felt good to go out alone for once. Didn’t get to get pics or autographs on the red carpet, but UFFF, breathing the same air as them and getting a great spot to see the event. Gotta say, I really love (AND MISSED) fangirling. And hey, I guess all that standing at work helped built my stamina to stand for hours. Definitely couldn’t feel my legs (or arms) after the event, but surprisingly, it was much better the next day. 

Really hope I’ll get to attend the one for Endgame and Far From Home, at least I’m expecting we’ll get to have similar events for these 2. It’s definitely gonna be wild for Endgame. UFFFFF, I AM SO EXCITED FOR IT. Pretty sure I text my friend about it at least once a week 😅

And speaking of friends, though some people or one can still be an asshat, I’m really glad with how things are working with the rest of them. The few I speak to daily without fail, and others, weekly. Uffff, I really appreciate each and every one of them SO. DAMN. MUCH. 

And surprisingly, I am, well, was, keeping up with my goals and working on my languages. Much inspired by those friends. Managed to keep up a one-month streak there, but then failed eventually because of being busy for CNY. Still very proud of myself though. Hopefully i’ll get back the momentum to it and then be able to attend one of those Duolingo meetup seshs! 

I guess that’s the update for now. Oof, this was real long. So much for procrastinating. Looks like I might still be able to keep up my monthly post goal. FINGERS CROSSED. Anyway, much love to everyone, especially anyone who actually bothered to read through the entire post. 

Xx