#any physics friends here who can help this girl out? 😭

[septemberkisses]

studying 'light and it's effect on artefacts' for my conservation class and gods! this girl can't do physics to save her life

[explicit-tae]

hii 😭 im imagining jungkook as a church boy who is so attracted to the reader that he thinks he’s sinning right before the lords eyes

honestly let's talk about it because now that you said it all i can imagine is...

Repent

Adventures of Jeon Jungkook and the new girl who attends the church retreat - and who is also determined to fuck him.

Warning: church boy jungkook, very shy boy, reader has ulterior motives of course, reader obviously has a corruption kink, dry humping, slight masturbation,

Part 2

The first time Jungkook has laid his eyes upon you, he noticed there was a shift.

You weren't from here, Jungkook notes. He knows everyone at this church and has yet to know who you were. It only takes a quick word from you to know that this isn't what you usually indulge in.

Y/L Y/N was your name and you've volunteered simply because of your sweet grandmother - the same one who baked such delicious treats for all the children on this trip. She had introduced the two of you and you have given him a smile that causes his heart to jolt suddenly.

Jungkook had to stay away from you and that was his only option. To think that he - a man - had to stay away from you was absurd. However, it was true. Your presence causes an unbalance in his life.

The first unbalance had been when he saw you again. Again, you only volunteered because your grandmother insisted. It was summer and the church always went on a week retreat deep in the woods to be one with nature and naturally, it was hot.

And of course, naturally, your legs were showing.

Legs and shoulders.

Was this where Jungkook's life was going? Him being attracted to any ounce of skin that he had to physically remove himself from the situation entirely.

Jungkook grew up in this church, his parents attending every and any event there was. He was a religious person who stuck to themselves - even as he reached adulthood. That didn't mean he didn't have friends that weren't apart of the church - and as soon as he began to feel things, he called them.

Jungkook's friends had laughed at him. He always hated being the youngest one in said group. Jimin had teased him the entire phone call. Namjoon was trying to keep everyone at bay, but it was no use. "You're acting like a little virgin, Kookie." was Taehyung's words. "Act like you had pussy before, please."

Jungkook decides that his friends were going to be of no help. They didn't grow in the church like he had and had to constantly think about what God thought about his actions - how perverted his mind was going whenever he saw you. Like when you gotten on your knees to pick something up and his mind instantly flashed to you on your knees for him in a less than holy way.

"It's normal to feel these things. You're a man, Kook." Namjoon had assured him over the phone. He's unsure if he'd be able to stay the entire week if he had to keep seeing you and imagining filthy ways to have you.

"You're an artist...why don't you draw what you're feeling?" Yoongi had suggested - and that idea felt ludicrous. He was feeling aroused by you and the only way to release it, by his older friends' thoughts, were to draw it out?

Jungkook had - and at the end of it all he felt like a horrible human being. But once his pencil started to sketch, he couldn't bring himself to stop. While everyone else remained asleep in their respected parts of the cabin, he had been up drawing you.

The drawing started sweet - you smiling just the way Jungkook remembered. You looking out into the distance and even one of you eating one of your grandmothers' infamous cookies.

It went downhill when his mind flashes once more of you on your knees and his hand moves quickly, sketching out the perverse thoughts into his notebook. His mind thinks about what your body would look like underneath your clothes. He draws what he imagines your pretty face would appear if contorted with pleasure, your eyes barely able to remain open...

Before Jungkook knew it, it was morning, and his room shines brightly thanks to the sun. He had slammed his sketchbook shut and hid it deep in his suitcase, a part of his ashamed of what he wasted the entirety of his night on.

"Jungkook, right?"

Jungkook stiffens when he hears your voice directly beside him. He turns slowly, as if afraid. Doe eyes stare at you for a moment and it's only when you speak again does he answer. "Y-Yes. I'm Jungkook."

Jungkook thinks he could melt when you offer him a smile. "Can I see them?"

"H-Huh?"

"I was told you draw."

The color leaves Jungkook's face and he eyes you once more, unsure on who told you that.

"The kids," you turn to the table full of children doing arts and craft. "said Kookie is the best artist here."

Jungkook hearts beat outside his chest and slowly he nods. "I-I can show you." he says, swallowing his nerves. "It's in my room. I'll go get them-"

"I can come." you smile. "I don't want to burden you and have you walk all the way there and back."

Jungkook's heart is beating outside his chest at having you in his room. On the way there he had texted his friends about it, asking for any advice on not passing out - and all he received was vulgar things to do while the two of you were alone; they were never any help.

"These are nice." you compliment, flipping through the countless drawings he had - some of scenery and landscaping, some an assortment of flowers or even fruit. You're laying on your stomach as you flip through them, your legs swaying back and forth behind you. Jungkook thinks they'd feel soft if he ever had a chance to touch them. "Do you draw people, as well?"

"Sometimes." Jungkook's cheeks flush and he wonders if maybe you knew just how much of a pervert he was - why else would you ask these questions? Maybe he should apologize before you accuse him of anything.

"Can I see them?"

There it was - you were gathering evidence. Jungkook swallows thickly, unsure of what to say or do; maybe he should start praying as God would have to be the first to grant his forgiveness. He swallows thickly going through an internal battle with himself.

"Are you scared of me?"

Jungkook glances away at your question. He wants to say that he was - that you were far too beautiful for him to be too close to. Even now he finds it quite difficult to not stare at your legs and admire how femininely woman they look in your shorts. But then he would be questioned further and how could he tell you about the perverted thoughts he has? "I-I..."

"I'm not a very...religious person. I'm sure you know." you speak, closing the sketchbook he has given you that displayed his mild artwork. "I hope you don't think I'm a bad person." you continue, now lying on your back, eyes blinking upwards at him.

"Never!" Jungkook insist, snapping his head back to you quickly. "I'm...just...awkward around new people." he admits, not wanting you to think he didn't like you because of how you lived your life.

You smile at him, eyes unreadable to Jungkook. "So, you wouldn't judge me for what I want to say?"

"Of course not." Jungkook responds meekly. "You are entitled to say whatever you feel. Only God could judge us!"

"You are right." you nod. "Before the week is over, Jungkook..." you begin, eyes staring right into his dark curious ones. You now bring yourself up to a seated position. He waits for you to continue and he swears that he could hear a pin drop in his room. The suspense was killing him. "...I'm going to get you to fuck me."

You leave Jungkook there for the suspense, giggling to yourself at how wide his eyes were and how terrified he looked. His eyes follow your figure leaving his bedroom, his heart in his ears. He's humiliated that those words caused an erection that he couldn't get to go away for the following 15 minutes.

How couldn't you want someone like Jungkook? The boy was gorgeous and had a body and the face of a man that deserved to be the biggest, conceited asshole - and it made it better that he wasn't. He was a shy individual and appeared to avoid any contact from the opposite sex over the age of 18. Though, there wasn't any woman here that appeared to catch Jungkook's eyes, and yes, you've noticed.

Jungkook's wandering eyes were the reason you chose to wear the tight shirts and shorts, regardless of the disapproving glances from the other church go-ers. You've done anything you could have to make Jungkook talk to you - and when he hadn't after the second day, you told yourself matters had to be taken into your own hands.

"So...a hot girl wants to fuck you?" Jimin asks over the phone. "But you're blowing up my phone?"

"This is serious!" Jungkook hisses over the phone. He needed outside help on how to approach this. "What if this is a joke?"

"A joke?" Taehyung scoffs. "What more does she have to say?"

"She'll have to put her pussy on his face to get his dumbass to get the point." Hoseok grumbles, tired of hearing Jungkook and his made-up problems. "I say you give her what she wants. Fuck her raw and-"

"Can you all please?" Namjoon groans loudly. "You're not being supportive."

"Thanks, hyung."

Jungkook decides to listen to Namjoon and talk to you about it - later on in the night. Now you were helping your grandmother set up the food table with the meals she's spent hours preparing that would be served only after the service.

"Kookie!" one boy says, running right into him. "Take a picture of us!"

Jungkook nods, a soft smile on his lips. He was on photography duty and had to make sure enough pictures were taken. This will get his mind off of you, surely.

Jungkook snaps countless pictures throughout the night, making sure everyone was a part of it. In the back of his mind, you remained - your admission to wanting to...sleep with him was weighing heavily.

In the camera lengths Jungkook see's you, already looking his way. Slowly, he lowers it from his face and his eyes meet yours for the first time since this morning. You and here stood across the room but even he could see that you wanted him to notice you.

Jungkook glances away from you and to two more kids running past him. He sighs, stumbling out the way and when he looks back to where you once stood, you were gone.

This is his chance, Jungkook thinks. He could be a little late to the service today. He could never focus if his mind could only think of you.

Jungkook goes towards the direction of where your room would be, the hallway long and quiet. It's vacant as everyone is in the dining hall for service soon. His nerves are kicking his ass, and he contemplates if he should turn around now.

Jungkook stops outside your room door. It's cracked and a bit of light shines behind it. He goes to knock on your door when he finds you - only you were naked, your clothes sprawled on the floor. His breath hitches as you lay on the bed, your legs wide open for him to see.

Jungkook wants to run away and forget that he has seen you in such a vulnerable state, but his body doesn't move. His eyes are unblinking and solely focused on the way your fingers begin to play with yourself.

Your breast appears so full and he imagines how nice they'd feel in the palms of his hands. Your nipples are erect due to the slight coolness of the room this evening and his mouth salivates on just how he imagines his tongue circling them until they're swollen.

Jungkook was a pervert - he was going to have to repent after this. He finds that he cannot move from his spot, watching you play with yourself. One hand grips your breast while the free one begins to enter two fingers inside of you. Your moans fill the room and it's a melodic tune that he wants to hear over and over and over again.

Jungkook's pants are tight, his erection begging for a release from the prison that was his underwear.

"Kookie?"

Jungkook nearly jumps from his skin when you say his name, eyes staring at the cracked door where he stood in the darkness. Maybe if he didn't respond you'd think that he wasn't there.

"Come in." you say, lifting yourself from laying on your bed to sitting on it. "You don't have to be afraid."

"I-I'm so sorry!" Jungkook says from the door, not moving an inch. His heart is pounding and damn it he was afraid. You were becoming to much to handle and his friends were right - he was acting like some virgin teenager that didn't experience this with a girl before.

And truly, it was only a few times with a girlfriend he had that didn't work out. Maybe he should have listened to his friends and not propose to her at their young age; but what were they expecting a religious person like Jungkook to do?

You were going to have to initiate everything, you note. But that's okay - you loved the shy ones like Jungkook. You could only imagine the way he'll whimper beneath you.

You swing the door open, just as naked as before. Jungkook is frozen and his breathing increases. He tears his eyes away from you, dark cheeks. "P-Please don't hate me."

"You're so silly." you laugh. "Why would I hate you?"

Jungkook feels ready to explode when you wrap your arms around his neck. Your chest is against his and you're so close that he can smell a vanilla scent on your skin - he has a good nose, and he just certain it's the warm vanilla collection.

You're teasing him, your tongue poking out from your lips to lick at his neck. "Do you want me to stop?" you asks him - you weren't going to do anything to the man while he was crying the entire time.

"It's...this is fine." Jungkook murmurs meekly.

"You don't sound sure." you tease. "Do you not like me?"

"I-I do!" Jungkook is quick to say. "I just don't want to force you into anything."

You mentally sigh - he wasn't helping you not want him. You want to coo at how cute Jungkook was. To think he didn't want to force you into anything after you've gone this far.

"We have five days left of this trip." you murmur, tongue against his neck. It circles the nape of it. "You aren't going to keep me waiting, right? That wouldn't be nice."

Jungkook whimpers when he feels your teeth biting his neck and it does nothing but make you want to ruin the man further.

"I want you to take some pictures of me." you tell Jungkook, leaning back to look into his eyes. "Some pictures that are for...your eyes only."

Jungkook gulps, his cock jumps in his pants. "O-Okay." is all he could muster up to say.

You remove your arms from his neck and nod to the camera around his neck. "Then start." you tell him.

Jungkook's hands are trembling when he does as you ask him to. He snaps several pictures of your naked body, you are posing in such provocative positions that he's unsure if this is real or a sick, perverted dream of his.

"Now," you clap your hands. "I want to take some pictures of me in a different P.O.V."

Jungkook clenches the camera in his hands. "I-"

You pull him onto the bed, caging him between your things. Your pussy is right against his clothed erection, and he yelps when he feels you sit directly on top of him. "Take them."

Jungkook knows these pictures were going to be blurry. His palms are sweaty as he snaps a few more pictures of you directly on top of him. The sight is forever going to be drawn into his mind - naked body on top of his, breast on fully display as you look down on him with such a lustful look in your eyes.

"I-I can't get the right pictures if...if you keep moving." Jungkook clenches the camera in his hands. You were grinding against him and through the lenses he watches the way your pussy humps against him.

"Sorry," you murmur. "you just feel good."

Jungkook drops the camera at your words, and you could only snort, but you don't stop your grinding. Your eyes force his to watch you, hands clenching into his shoulders as you beginning to add pressure and speed to your humping. "I can't feel it enough."

Jungkook was going to die here - he's sure of it. One hand removes itself from his shoulder and you slightly lift yourself up so you could yank down his pants. You weren't going to stop there and before you know it, Jungkook's underwear's is yanked just as fast.

"I-I-"

Jungkook winces when he feels you sit directly onto him, your folds against the shaft of his cock. You're wet and warm - he's never felt anything without a condom on.

Your hips begin to buckle, grinding against his shaft. Jungkook's cheeks are bright red with embarrassment and his hands hover above your hips, afraid to touch you. "You're acting like you never touched a woman before."

Jungkook swallows, resting his hands onto your grinding hips. "N-Not one like you." he admits - someone so bold and beautiful who knew exactly what she wanted.

You giggle, then moan. Your hips circle around Jungkook's cock and wished that something so beautiful was inside of you - but you were patient enough to wait. You didn't want to overwhelm the boy more than you were already.

"Don't be afraid to touch me, Kookie." your mouth is so close to his that he wants to connect your lips. He could feel your breath against his face, tickling him as you moan.

Jungkook's hand roam your body, his palm vibrating with anticipation. He grips on the flesh of your ass, whimpering at how soft it was all the while you grinded against him. He roams them up past your hips and towards you back to them cast them down your sides to grip your breast.

"You're very beautiful..." Jungkook whimpers once more, body hot with pleasure. "...so so beautiful."

Jungkook's embarrassed that he can feel himself about to cum, but that was alright because you were determined to cum along with him. You take the initiative to connect your lips to Jungkook's in a needy kiss, your hips buckling with such need.

Humping usually wasn't what you settled for - but Jungkook was just too hot (and shy) to not tease and mess with. You're cumming all over him, creaming against his cock that he cannot help but do the same, hot cum falling all over his abdomen like a hormonal pathetic teenager.

"I can't wait to feel your cum in me." you murmur against his lips and Jungkook swears that alone could make him hard again.

PART 2 COMING SOON

Preview

“I’m sure we can be besties.” you wink at him, an action Jungkook finds cute. “That does other things.”

You connect the gap between you and Jungkook, pressing your glossed lips against his. Your lips are sticky but sweet, tasting like blueberries. 

Your hands are soft onto his cheeks, ensuring he doesn’t push himself away - and he doesn’t plan on it.

Jungkook is unsure where he puts his own hands and this allows you to help him. Your left hand removes from his check to grasp his wrist and place it onto your hips. You tap it slightly, giving him full access to whatever he wants to feel.

Jungkook is hesitant, but he follows your lead. His hands grip onto your hips, moaning against your soft lips. 

The soft kisses soon turn to a makeout session, your delicate hands roaming Jungkook’s broad chest.

Jungkook’s hands roam up your sides and around your back, wanting to feel more of you. Even now as the two of you were fully clothed and he technically saw you naked, the crave he has for you only grows higher and higher. 

You pull yourself away from Jungkook, snorting when you notice his plush lips are full of gloss.

“You said you’ve done things with other girls?”

Jungkook begins to nod. He was growing anxious at your question. He hasn’t done a lot - especially not with more than one girl.

“Hm.” you peck his lips gently. “What have they done to pleasure you?”

Taking a short breath, Jungkook shrugs his shoulders. “Regular…stuff…?”

Once more, Jungkook is so cute to you. Knowing him, he hasn’t experienced foreplay. You recall hearing some religious people only experience sex to procreate and you truly hoped that was a lie.

“Hm…” you bat your eyelashes at him. “...I’ll show you regular stuff with me.”

Jungkook nodded his head, only a bit embarrassed how eager he was to see it. 

You decide to take things slow - for now. You peck his lips, then his cheek, down his jaw. You get to his neck, slightly inhaling the scent of his cologne. It’s faint and smells a bit earthy; a scent that does scream Jungkook. It’s subtle.

“You’re hard.” you state at the nape of his neck.

Jungkook opens his mouth to speak; to apologize for his behavior as the two of you were just supposed to be kissing, surely. “S-Sorry-”

“That’s a good thing! I need you to be aroused, Kookie.” you grin, pulling yourself away from him to bat your eyelashes once more. “It’s easier to suck your cock this way.”

Jungkook nearly explodes at your lewd words.

Part 2 | Part 3 |

[only-lonely-star]

LOVED THE SODA HCS CAN YOU DO SOME WITH X READER ONES WITH HIM? OR AT LEAST HIM WITH A ROMANTIC PARTNER HCS

‧₊˚ Dating Sodapop Curtis HCs ₊˚⋅

Warnings - There are a few that are for a fem!reader !! Majority are gender neutral.

Author’s Note - I was diagnosed with PNEUMONIA last week, I felt like absolute shit and the last thing I wanted to do was write. I’m feeling better now, so here’s some sweet headcanons! I hope you all enjoy!!!! 🤗🤍

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Fight me on this one, Sodapop Curtis is a lover boy.

No seriously, I can’t see him hoeing around and seeing other people behind your back. Now. I will say, he might check someone out or partake in catcalling once in a while but he wouldn’t go beyond that. If anything, it’s probably to impress the other boys.

He would only date someone he’s totally infatuated with. He would never commit to a relationship if he wasn’t 100% about you.

I don’t think clingy is the right word, but Soda would always try to plan little dates with you or at least try to spend some free time with you whenever possible.

Quality time and words of affirmation are the love languages he likes to receive, and he likes to give physical touch and gifts.

He lovesss giving you hugs and small kisses specifically on the tip of your nose, chin, and practically any spot that typically goes unnoticed.

The day Soda brought you home to meet his brothers, Ponyboy stood gawking. His mouth wide open, eyes glued to yours, he quite literally fell in love. I don’t mean romantically, I mean he was just in total adoration. I just think it’s so cute to imagine Ponyboy finding you to be the most beautiful girl (which he gets to see almost daily since you’re at his brother’s side 24/7.)

Since you’re a 2 in-1 for him and serve as a best friend and a lover, he sometimes forgets he can’t roughhouse with you like he typically does with the boys. Play-fighting goes crazyyyy.

He shares literally everything with you. Clothing, food, secrets - everything.

He has a picture of you above his side of the bed (Like what he did with Sandy ☹️❤️)

He lives for the soft moments when he can just kiss you and gently massage your back and not have to worry about anything else because he’s comforted in your presence.

Since he’s a dropout he’d probably ask Darry to pick you up from school on their way home from work. That way he gets to spend the evening with you or maybe invite you to stay over for dinner.

On weekends, he invites you to hang around the DX with him and kill time. He gets so sick of Steve after working the weekdays that he wants a change in company LMFAO

I feel like he just has so much love to give, so having one person (you) to give it all to is so relieving. Bonus points if you’d rather have him all over you 24/7 specifically because you KNOW how loving he is. He hates feeling like he’s bothering you or annoying you by giving you constant attention.

Late-night calls are so funny. He’ll try to whisper and not wake Darry and/or Ponyboy up but he ends up forgetting it’s literally two in the morning and starts talking normally.

He ends every call with “I love you, see you soon” because he’s one of those people who thinks ‘it’s not goodbye, it’s see you later,’ PLUS he probably already made plans to see you the next day anyway 😭

Even though he isn’t the brightest when it comes to the 4 core classes, he tries his best to write little love notes and cards for special occasions. Valentine’s Day, your birthday, religious holidays, etc. He asks Ponyboy to proofread it and then help him make it sound “more romantic” since he can’t spell for shit and has to use the most basic words.

“Happy Birthday! You are my favrit person to talk to. You are funny and nice. I can not wait to grow old with you. I hope we have a butiful fewture. I duhsire to keep you by my side. I have not known some one like you buhfore. I love you more than you will ever know. - XOXO Sodapop Curtis” LMFAO STOP

Since he can’t afford much, he usually offers himself for the day. I mean like he’ll offer his time and efforts for you. “We can do whatever you want, have whatever snacks you want, watch any movie you want. My birthday treat :)”

He loves going to small concerts with you (like super underground local artists that are affordable) and letting you sit on his shoulders to see the stage.

If you have a super feminine room just TRUST he’s so entertained with it. He’ll fidget with the teddy bear on your bed, smell every perfume you have, trace the flowers on the wallpaper - he’s INVESTED.

If you were treated badly in the past by a horrible ex he would make it his life mission to be better than them and prove himself to you.

He includes you at family events as if you were married. Thanksgiving? Already made a plate for you at the table. Ponyboy’s graduation? You’re sitting in the rows of chairs with a congratulations card and everything. Family game night? Soda already decided you’ll deal cards first. You’re like family to his brothers and like a spouse to him.

If you tell him you’re proud of him just one time he will never forget it. He wants to feel validated by someone who isn’t his family so then it doesn’t feel ‘forced’.

If he’s not complimenting you, he’s busy admiring you.

Soda would so go for a girl who reminds him of his mother 🥲🥲. I headcanon him to be a momma's boy, so looking for motherly traits as well as the same charm and love his mother had for him would be a top priority for him.

He quite literally never shuts up. He feels comfortable with you, so TMI doesn’t exist. He’ll talk and talk and talk until you shut him up with kisses. That’s like the only way to get him to stop. He knows what he’s doing too.

THANK YOU ALL FOR READING !!

- Sophia 🫶🏼

[binniesbooks]

hi fayebae, imma send these before i go for my hiatus again(im not sure if you alr have smth planned for tyun n hyuka! cos i know u have a yj fic thats coming soon, so ill send these in for them)

was thinking of tyun x reader for this

uk the series “academy reincarnation”!! There was a salsa dance ep! I was thinking that reader decided to sign up to the salsa academy where tyun is one of the instructors?/student! reader wanted to learn salsa for the longest time but has always been afraid to as one would usually need to dance in pairs. afraid of having any physical contact with any stranger(due to a trauma she formed from a relationship), even tho it was difficult, reader eventually let down her walls with tyun as the many practice sessions go by, she finds herself now looking forward to salsa practices as thats the only time she can see tyun! And she craves his touch. During one of the practices, they got so lost in the dance that their faces ended up really close to each other! Tension arises(she wants him, he wants her, dare i say more 🤭smut of course!) [didnt wanna write too much to allow ur creative freedom!!]

i hope this is good gah(just thought i should send smth in for the other members too hehe, pls dont put aside ur wip again!! Do this after ure done w ur yj one gah) love u my soobie fav boobie💗

TENDER TOUCH

TH 002 .F22 2024

wc 5.3k

pairings gentle!Taehyun x abused!reader

warnings physical and sexual abuse, traumatic experience, traumatized reader, protected sex, abusive ex-boyfriend (idk what else did I miss)

faye's note *insert: Taehyun's 어디 있지 (where am I) in boba😳* as promised, here's my second fic for the day! this is my first Taehyun fic and I'm fucking obsessed that it got up to 5.3k words, wth. Anyways, @inkigayocamman I know you requested a Tae fic, but here's another one for u to enjoy I guess while I'm still working on it. 🙂‍↕️ I hope you like this too! And ofc, to my one and only Beomgyu's kitten, I love your brain, it's so sexy omfg. I'm totally sat. Plus yeah, the yj fic is still on the line. 🤣 Anyway, I did a few research(again) for this fic, so I hope it turned out good, fingers crossed!

Edit: Thanks for proofreading the whole ass fic @babymochibeargyu I'm dead now. 😭😂 luv uuuu 😖💓

"Learn how to dance Salsa, we offer multiple dance forms for beginners to professionals. Come join us..." You mumbled reading the flyer your friend handed you.

"Jia, you know I can't do anything like this anymore." You sighed as you handed her back the flyer.

"I know, I know, it's because of your trauma, right? But maybe this is the way that can only help you overcome that trauma," She started, "I'm worried about you taking this class but I'm more worried about you carrying that trauma all throughout your life." Jia gently holds your hand, still careful not to scare you with the skin contact.

You're lost in your thought for a while thinking if you can really let go of your trauma after all this time. It's been so long since you haven't engaged in any relationship after your last one.

"I-I'll think about it." You sighed, you really wanted to be free but you just didn't know how to start. "Please do, I really wanted to help you." Jia's eyes are full of worry, sadness and guilt. Because it's been so long yet she can't do anything to help.

You've always been wanting to learn how to dance Salsa. It's like your little dream ever since, however, your boyfriend from your last relationship did not even want you to be touched nor be grazed by any man's skin. You insisted you could just pair with a girl but he threatened you to hurt anyone who will be around you if you kept on insisting to register for the dance class. You ended up not registering for the class and burying your little dance dream into the depths of your heart.

The following week, you found yourself standing in front of the dance academy building. Breathing slowly, thinking deeply whether you really want to do it or not. You were clutching on the flyer tightly. Your knees fell weak as you stumbled down, retreating all the way to the confinement of your apartment to hide from the world.

It took so much courage for you to do this. Especially when you ended up trying once again a week later. You're standing in the front of the building, staring at the swaying banner of the academy with a "SALSA DANCE ACADEMY" written on it.

You softly knocked on the door before opening it. "Hi! Come in! How may I help you?" You were greeted with s young lady, clad in a salsa dance costume. She looks bright and bubbly.

"I.. Uhm.. wanted to register for the class." You meekly answered as you slid down on the chair. "May I know your name?" The lady picked up the pen on the table and grabbed a file.

"Y/n...y/n s/n." You silently answered.

"What class would you like to be included in?" The lady's smile never faltered. Her bright aura makes you feel comfortable for a bit. "What do you offer?" You asked back.

"Well, we have group sessions and we also have one-on-one lessons," you nodded at her, signaling her to keep going. "In group sessions, there will be 15 pairs -- 30 individuals in a class, plus the 2 dance instructors," you felt pressured with just the thought of being included in the group. "In the one-on-one class, we will find you a pair if you still have none, or you can bring one, and then also a pair of instructors," she explained.

"I'll take the latter."

"Please sign here and we'll wait for another one to sign up." She smiled again at you. You were thinking of bringing your friend to the class.

"By any chance, can I bring a girl for the one-on-one class?" Her expression suddenly turned sad, "I'm afraid we are only taking a man and a woman as a pair for the one-on-one class. Usually, the pairs who sign up for the one-on-one class end up acquiring advanced skills than those who are in the group."

You thought of backing out once again but you shook your head to clear your mind. You're already here, you're already a step closer to the most awaited time of your life: to let go of your trauma.

"We'll call you once we receive another sign-up for a one-on-one class. Thank you for dropping by." The lady waved her hand as you stepped outside.

You shrunk to the corner of the door, people are looking at you but you're too occupied to even give a damn.

It's been a week. You didn't know how to explain how you felt. Half of you felt happy that you hadn't received a call yet, because that would only means you didn't have to do it anymore and there wouldn't be anymore skin contact for you to trigger your trauma. However, the other half of you felt disappointed. You would have been lying if you said that you didn't get your hopes up, thinking that this would be the way to be finally free from your trauma.

"Still haven't received a call?" Your friend placed the pizza she brought on your coffee table. Today was the day she would usually pay you a visit to your apartment. She started doing this from 2 years ago, when you and your ex-boyfriend finally broke up.

You hummed in response as you dug out the box of pizza. Nevertheless, you don't want to bring your thoughts about the dance academy again.

A couple of minutes passed when your phone rang, causing both your heads to look towards your phone

"Hello?"

"Hi! Can I talk to Ms. Y/n s/n?" The voice over the line spoke brightly.

"Y/n speaking." You just answered back, looking at your friend who's anticipating a piece of good news.

"We just want to inform you that someone already signed up for the one-on-one class as your pair. The class will start this Monday, are you fine with it?" Your friend sighed in relief as soon as she heard it.

"O-okay. Sure." You felt a rush of anxiety travel throughout your body, as your fingers trembled hanging up the call.

"Hey, it's okay." Your friend wrapped the thick blanket around your shoulders before hugging you. Afraid that she might trigger your trauma. "You'll be fine." She tries to calm you down by rubbing your back.

2 days passed by quickly. Enough to make you coil up in bed instead of getting up. Your phone vibrates from an incoming message.

Dearest Jia: Take care later, okay? I know you can do it. I won't be able to go because of work, so I hope you understand:< but I'll pick you up when you're done! <3

You: I don't feel like going.

Dearest Jia: Noooo! You've come this far. You should go, I know you can do this!

You: Fine, I'll text you when I'm done with the class.

You tossed your phone on the bed as you grunt into your pillow. You're just glad your dance class starts at 3 in the afternoon. You still had a lot of time to prepare your body and mind.

Quarter to 3, you're already in front of the building, a few people going in at the same time. Probably for the group session. You wanted to go home but the lady called you out.

"Y/n! Please come in. I'll accompany you to the assigned room. I'm Daeun, btw." She extended her hand to you but you froze. You're too afraid. But someone else caught Daeun's hand. "I'm Taehyun, the one who signed up for the pair." A tall guy appeared on your side, shaking her hand. "I-i'm y/n." You meekly introduced yourself without touching any of them. The lady looked confused at first but she shrugged it off.

"Okay, I'll leave you two here, Mr. and Mrs. Hwang are inside already."

Taehyun pushed the door open, you were both greeted with a polished wooden floor and mirror walls in the wide room. Two people were sitting in the corner. They must be your instructors.

"Please come in!" The lady waved at the both of you.

"Do you know each other?" The man asked which the both of you only answered by shaking your head.

"I think we should start our class with an introduction. Don't you think?" The lady nodded.

"I'm Mr. Hwang and this is Mrs. Hwang. She's my wife and we mainly teach one-on-one classes. You are?" They turn their gaze to Taehyun.

"My name is Kang Taehyun. I also dance but not in this genre. So I wanted to learn this." They then looked at you.

"I... I am y/n. I signed up for the class t-to overcome my t-rauma." Your words are slurred, and your reason made your instructors gasp. "I-I used to be in a r-relationship. And t-they're the reason why I can't e-even touch people or let other p- people t-touch me." You bit your lip as you look up at them.

"Honey, but I'm afraid this dance requires a lot of holding and touching, what should we do?" Mrs. Hwang clasped both of her hands on her mouth as she turned a bit emotional.

"By any chance, can you hold someone when there's a barrier between them? Like, there is no direct skin-to-skin contact?" Taehyun spoke up, you nodded lightly at him. "It's been two years so I think I can tolerate it to an extent."

"Then I think we're good Mrs. Hwang. I'm thinking of using a glove or something. If that's what makes her comfortable. I don't mind at all." Taehyun remarked.

Taehyun ended up wearing gloves for your dance class. And as much as possible, he's avoiding any of your exposed body parts. He's also lightly touching you that you feel as though it's just air grazing your body.

So far so good, the 3-hour class ended up okay. Jia picked you up 30 minutes later after you texted her that you were done.

Your dance class went well the next day. And the day after that. And the following days after that. Days became weeks, weeks became months. It's all going well, with Taehyun's careful assistance over you.

Today was the day you decided to step further to your goal.

"Taehyun, I think we can now stop using the gloves. We've been dancing for a month now and I hate it whenever I think about the gloves. It feels like I'm being disgusted by you or something." You stated to Taehyun once the two of you were on a quick break. Within one month, you grew closer to Taehyun. The quick breaks were your time to tell stories to each other.

"Are you sure? You're not making me feel like any of that, by the way. But are you sure you can do it now?" His eyes seek yours. You simply nodded as you removed your jacket leaving you with your t-shirt on.

"Are you two, okay? Shall we continue?" Your dance instructor asked, checking on you, as you and Taehyun stood up. Taehyun discarded the gloves he was using on top of his bag as he folded his long-sleeved t-shirt up to his elbow.

You started off well. Taehyun holding your hand as gently as he could as usual. Letting you turn around with some quick footwork. It was all good actually, until he needed to lean in, holding your waist and your thigh. One more turn, his arms and fingers graze through your arms. His delicate fingers holding your waist once again. A quick turnaround. A step faster. A more closer proximity.

"You fucker! Come back here! I know what you did!"

"S-stop! We're already over Han!" You squealed as you blocked the door with your body.

"You're fucking dead meat when this door opens!"

Your tears wouldn't stop flowing from your cheeks as you kept your body pressed on the banging door. Han has been your boyfriend for 9 months now. At first, he was so good to you, treating you like the princess you deserved to be. But it was too good to be true that you started to feel it was wrong. Just 2 months ago he started hurting you physically and abusing you sexually. He was too obsessed with you too that he sometimes he would start locking you up in your apartment. Even your requests got declined. At first, you let it pass as you thought it was normal. But you started earning bruises and wounds. You barely ate, barely drank, you even barely slept. You would often get fevers too. The slightest noise would make your soul jump out and the slightest movement would make you flinch.

Jia, your friend, was the one who advised you to report him. So you did, that was why he was here banging at your door.

Han's voice can no longer be heard, hence you decided to quickly hide in your closet, as you dug out your spare phone you had hidden to contact your friend.

You quickly called Jia, telling her to call the police or something but you were cut off when the door bursts open. Han was holding a gun and laughing hysterically.

"Fuck you, you bitch! You're really dead!" You quickly covered your mouth.

"Come out, kitten. Come out from wherever the fuck you're hiding!" His voice echoed through the room drowning your quiet sobs.

That's when he forcefully opened the closet you're hiding. "Ohhh, you look so scared kitten, why?" He cooed at you as his lips stretched to form a mocking grin. "Move to the bed!" You shook your head. "Fucking move to the bed!" He fired a warning shot at the mirror, crashing it. You yelped at the noise. With your trembling body, you quickly scrambled your way to the bed covering your bruised-up body.

"Strip." He commanded as he pointed the gun at you. With no choice left, and your life at stake, you did what he ordered.

He crashed his lips on yours harshly. When he noticed you didn't kiss him back, he slapped you. Blood flowed through your lips as you choked on your sobs. With the gun still pointed at your head, he started harassing you again. His hand left a bruised mark on your neck as he tightly squeezes it. You could almost see the white light as your weak body just let him do anything. There was no use thrashing around as if you had accepted your dying fate.

"Freeze!" Was the only thing you heard before everything around you went black.

You opened your eyes inside the hospital, pulled every apparatus attached to your body and started screaming. It made Jia scream out and call for a doctor. They couldn't calm you down so they needed to give you a shot for temporary sleep.

Everything came swirling back to you. Pushing Taehyun away, causing your body to crash on the wooden floor. "Shit!" Taehyun cursed under his breath as he hurriedly pushed back his sleeves and wore the gloves again, picking up your jacket at the same time, before coming back to you. Your instructors let out a shock gasp as they also rushed over to you.

"Please grab a blanket or any thick clothing!" Taehyun shouts as he tries to ease you by covering your shoulder with your jacket.

Mr. Hwang passed Taehyun his padded jacket he always brought with him. Taehyun carefully wrapped the thick jacket around your body. He holds your face as he tries to soothe you.

"Y/n, look at me, please look at me." Sweat started to form on his forehead as tears freely flowed down your cheeks. "Please, look at me, and breathe slowly. Breathe slowly. Inhale, exhale. Inhale, exhale." Taehyun guided your breathing as his glove-cladded hands rubbed your cheeks.

Mrs. Hwang was panicking but Mr. Hwang tried to calm her down before he went out to grab a glass of water.

Your heartbeat slowed down for at least a bit. Taehyun guiding you helped somehow as you slowly calmed down. Taehyun got the water from Mr. Hwang and held it in front of you as he let you sip on the water slowly.

"Are you feeling okay now?" Taehyun tucked your sweaty hair behind your ears. His eyes were full of worry. "Do you wanna go home and rest?" He's still carefully rubbing your shoulder. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have removed the gloves. That was too risky." Taehyun mumbled as he hesitated to hold your hand.

That same afternoon, he called your friend over. He introduced himself and explained the situation. He let your friend take you home as he bid you two goodbye. You're lucky it was Friday at that time so you don't have to worry about waking up the next morning to go to your dance class. For the next two days, you spent it caving in your room. It helped you calm down.

Monday. You opened the door. You laughed at the scene in front of your eyes.

"What's that?" You chuckled as you placed your bag on the corner. Taehyun looks at himself in the mirror. He's totally covered. He's wearing a thicker glove and a padded jacket. His usual dress pants are now sweats. He's even wearing a mask. He scratched the back of his head.

"Pft. That's too much. Don't worry I'm fine now. Thank you by the way." You smiled at him.

"Are you sure? Because that scared me. I don't know what to do." He removed his jacket along with the face mask and the thick gloves.

"Mhm, I'm sure." You assured him.

"Okay then. We'll try again. Slowly this time." His eyes are full of concern as he looks at you. You smiled at him as you accepted his hand.

For another month, Taehyun tried to connect with you. Stopping whenever needed. Wearing the things he needs to wear whenever he can sense your anxiety rising. For once, you realize how he gently holds you. How he's always careful with you, treating you like a fragile glass that would easily break if you weren't handled correctly. One month passed without much problem. If anything, you're actually growing accustomed to it.

For some reason, you learned to feel comfortable with Taehyun's touch. The graze of his skin, his fingers, and his touch never terrified you anymore, and his existence no longer made you panic.

Now, he's solely the reason why you're still attending your dance class. You're slowly putting your trust in him. You're slowly putting your walls down. He can now hold your hand without fear. He can now dance without thinking that you would startled. He slowly introduced you to the steps that requires your body to be closer. Teaching you how the steps are supposed to be done. You're no longer panicking. Even when your face is just only few inches from him, you were actually smiling at each other. You no longer feared his touch. If anything, he's only leaving you all tingly with his warm skin.

You could feel the warmth radiating off his body. Whenever you leaned on his chest, it made your heart flutter. His breath on your shoulder, your neck, any part of your body makes the knot in your stomach twist tighter.

You're slowly craving for his touch. For how he cares for you, for how he tends to you. Whenever you're home, he keeps popping into your head. How his sharky smile appears whenever he's happy. The small noises he made. His cat-like attitude. He's the perfect example of hot, sexy and cute.

Every last week of the month, you would have all the time to yourselves to gather all your skills acquired. Because every once a month, you had to show what you have learnt in class. This now left the two of you alone in the dance studio. Perfecting every step and move you needed to show on evaluation day.

Taehyun's lingering touches left you all tingly. His deep voice sent a shiver down your spine. His breath alone makes your mind go in a twist.

"One step back, two steps to the front... One turn and... Lean you down." He's matching his words on every beat of the step. You thought it only happens in a fantasy world. But it was like the world stopped when his eyes were fixed on yours. His steady breath makes you hold yours. His eyes traveled down to your lips as he gulped. He mumbles a soft "You're pretty," before pulling you back to stand on both your feet.

His hands are both on your face as he slowly backs you to the mirror. His breath is unsteady and warm. The moment he got you pressed on the mirror, he leaned his forehead on yours as he closed his eyes.

"You're really pretty. So pretty I'm afraid I can't control myself." He whispered. Your hands were on his chest, you felt how his heart was thumping so hard.

"S-should we head out early?" You whispered, your hot puffs of breath touching his lips got him reeling as he cursed under his breath.

He quickly pulls away, holds your hand and grabs both of your bags. Both heading outside to his car. "Tell your friend I'm taking you home instead." The air in the car throughout the drive was so thick. His hands were gripping on the wheels, tapping impatiently when the road slowed down.

"Calm down, Tae, I'm not going anywhere." You chuckled as you placed your hand above his when it was resting on the gear shift. He throws a quick glance at you. He bit his lip as a flush crept up on his cheeks.

The drive was short, but Taehyun's action made it look like it was not. He hurriedly got out of his car, running over to your side to open the door for you as he held your hand. His jittery steps were heavy as you both made your way to his humble home.

"Come in." He nervously spoke as he placed his shoe on the rack, switching the light on in the process.

"D-do you want a drink or something?" He was almost running towards the kitchen.

You flop on his couch, making yourself comfortable at some point. "Come here, instead," you chuckled, "You're so anxious for no reason, Taehyun." He sat down beside you, wiping his sweaty palms on his dress pants as he sighed. You scoot over, holding his face, lips just a few inches apart.

"Wait," he pushed you a bit, "a-are you sure about this?" You nodded and smiled at him. "G-give me a minute." He rummaged through his back pocket pulling a handkerchief. You looked at him confused.

He unfolded the handkerchief and gently placed the thin fabric on your lips before crashing his lips on yours. He holds your nape as he climbs up on the couch. He slowly laid you down. Lips unmoving, yet it feels so hot. His lips were just merely pressed on yours with the fabric separating both of your soft skin.

He pulled away, kissing your forehead. "I'm sorry." He whispered as if he was the one who did you wrong. You gently pull the handkerchief away as you tangle your fingers in his hair. Taehyun never failed to take care of you in the most gentle way possible. He's not thinking of his pleasure at this point. He's thinking about you. To the point that he even thought of putting a piece of cloth between your lips just to be able to kiss you.

You wanted to cry at how he's taking care of you. Your eyes welled up with tears as you pulled him back. "I'm good now Tae, thank you for taking care of me. There's no need for the hanky." You whispered before your tears rolled down your cheeks as you kissed him, bare.

He's a gentleman. He's too good to be true. But you let your walls fall down and let him enter. You let him protect you instead. But his hungry kiss spoke thousands of emotions. His kisses travel down to your neck.

"Taehyun..." You whimpered as you gripped his hair.

"A bit more... Just a bit more..." He started sucking and biting your neck and shoulder, leaving splotchy red marks. He pulls away for a while, enough time to tug your shirt off your body.

His fingers slowly traced every scar you have on your body. The marks on your chest from the bottle Han once threw at you. The cigarette burns on your stomach. He also pulled down your skirts only to see stitches from your thighs. You got this when Han pushed you down the stairs. His finger draws back to your lips. The scar from the cut when he slapped you is still visible.

You covered your face out of embarrassment. You no longer look pretty with your all bruised-up body. "We can't do this here." Taehyun got up and carried you all the way to his bedroom. He laid you carefully as ever in his bedroom.

The bed dips down at his weight as he kneels between your legs. His head dips down to kiss every scar you have on your delicate body as if he's kissing your trauma away. He took his precious time. Not wanting to scare or startle you at any point. His actions are being done with all tenderness.

"Do you still want me to continue?" He asks when he hovers above your body, his elbows on both sides of your head. "I want you Taehyun, please do..." You whined biting your lip. "How can I say no when you say it like that, sweetheart." He sighed leaning his forehead on yours again. Your arms crawled under his shirt, feeling his toned body hiding beneath the soft cotton shirt he was wearing. "C-can you take it off? I feel so exposed." You mumbled as you tugged his shirt. "Ah, shit, I'm sorry." He quickly backed up to discard his shirt on the floor.

You stared at him when he was all fours above you. His body is totally toned. You can clearly see the firm muscles on his arms. His buff chest and his perfectly defined abs. "Touch me. I won't stop you. Touch me so you won't feel embarrassed anymore. Touch me so you won't feel as if I'm taking advantage of you. Touch me so you won't feel scared." He grabbed one of your hands and placed it on his chest, slowly dragging it down to his abs.

When he lets go of your hands, you continue to drag them down to the waistband of his dress pants. "C-continue..." His eyes were shut close, his lips trapped between his teeth. You can clearly see his abs tightening as he clenches with the graze of your finger on his waist. He gulps when you hook your finger inside. You unhooked the clip that's binding his pants and pulled the zipper down. His breathing hitched at the lingering touches you're leaving on his lower body.

You gently stroked him as you looked for his eyes. His lips were swollen at how he was biting it. "You won't let it out?" You tried taunting him. "Fuck..." He lets go of his long-held breath, hissing through his teeth. "Y-you're making me crazy, sweetheart... You're totally making me crazy..." He huffed as he tucked your hair behind your ear.

"Condom?" You asked. He reached into the small drawer just beside your head, pulling out a packet of condoms. "D'you wanna p-put it in f'me?" His words were short, and he was catching his breath. You gently rubbed the head of his cock as you rip the packet with your teeth.

"S-sweetheart, you're... Shit... You're k-killing me." He shuddered when you pressed at his slit, his jaw clenched tightly, his hand grasping the sheets.

You slowly drag your fingers on his cock as you wrapped it with the condom. "T-take your time... I w-won't do anything to hurt you or...ahh... or m-make you s-scared of me." He's struggling to hold back but he's doing his best. As soon as you were done, you tangled your fingers on his again, pulling him for a kiss. A kiss full of care. Gentle. Delicate. Sweet.

He pulls away, caressing your face once more. He pulls your underwear in one swift motion as he lines himself up on you, slowly pushing in. He continuously soothes you by rubbing his thumb on your cheek. "Don't be scared, hm? I'm here. It's just me..." He keeps on mumbling, repeating the same phrase as you nod back at him.

Once he has bottomed out inside you, he stays still as he continues to plant soft kisses on your face. You were tearing up not because of the trauma anymore, but because of the love and care he's showing you.

He unhooked your bra as he gently groped your breast, his fingers flicked on your nipple as he suck on the other. "Mmm..." You whimpered underneath his big body squirming at how his tongue danced on your nipple. He didn't take long, afraid that he might hurt or trigger your trauma.

"C-can I move now? I might end up c-cumming now. You've been clenching f-for some time..." He muttered under his breath. You nodded and covered your face again.

He pulled both of your hands and intertwined your fingers with him above your head. "Please don't cover your face. You're beautiful. You're still pretty even with your scars. You're still gorgeous even with your fear and trauma. Please... Just let me take care of you. I know it'll be hard for you, but I promise. I promise to hold you dearly and cherish you." His eyes were looking for answers.

"Taehyun... Please... Please take care of me from now on. Please hold me when I feel scared... Make me feel loved..." Your silent weeps were drowned as he kissed your nose. "I'll be your peace, sweetheart." He wiped your tears as he slowly thrusts in you.

"I... I promise to hold you as gently as I can... But... I think I might end up g-going hard right n-now." He buried his face in the crook of your neck.

Your arms reached over his back as your nails dug and dragged over his bare back. "T-Taehyun..." You moaned out his name as you writhed in pleasure beneath him. The slow thrust becomes a little bit more sloppy. The skin slapping echoed through the solitude of his room.

"Fuck. Please forgive me if e-end up going t-too hard. But I promise to d-do my best to hold b-back." He grunted as his thrust went harder. You shook your head wanting him to go harder.

"I-i can't hurt you... I w-won't..." He steadies the way he thrusts inside you making the knot on your stomach tighten as you feel your high just around the corner.

You held him as if your life depended on him, "Taehyun... I'm close." "D-do it, sweetheart. I'm g-gonna cum any m-minute." He pressed his lips on you to drown your moans as you both came. He rubbed your waist as he soothed you before pulling out. Tying the condom and disposing it in the bin, zipping up his pants at the same time.

He bends down to kiss your forehead as he grabs a pack of wet wipes cleaning you up. He picked up his shirt and made you wear it. He finally laid beside you as he pulled you on his chest, running his fingers through your hair.

"Are you hurt anywhere?" He checks on you, to which you replied by shaking your head and a smile. "Sorry for going too hard, I did my best to hold back," he mumbled as he kissed the top of your head. "I'm okay Taehyun. Thank you so much." Your eyes finally close as his warmth embraces you. He hums while still hugging you close to him.

"Please rest now, sweetheart. When you wake up, you no longer have to suffer anymore. You're safe with me. You're finally safe with me."

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[huellitaa]

hello hello huelittaa 👋✨ do u have any tips for someone struggling with motivation to workout? or even to take a simple walk? thank uu 🤍

bee's physical activity handbook: motive 🎀 . ݁₊ ⊹

hiiii ml!!!!!!!! 🫶🏻🩷💗 sorry this has been sitting in my inbox for a few days BUT IM HERE NOW !!!!! honestly this is something i also struggle with myself ,, i am still recovering from depression personally so this is still difficult for me sometimes too but these are some things i do !!!! ♡

🧁𓂃 ࣪˖ 1. prepare urself for the possibility

so since i know i have this problem a lot, it helps me to be prepared for this in advance. i actually have a whole notion page filled with a table of letters to myself in specific situations i find myself in a lot, this included, and have a whole archived stored of cute photos and motivation and things like articles and videos and tumblr posts on the main page and in the letters that make me wanna get up and do shit and its my LIFESAVER. (should i make a post on this?)

but i'd suggest to keep a note or page or document , physical or digital, filled with just motivation for this specific thing, like things you like about it, photos romanticising working out or going outside, songs that motivate you, etc etc etc. the list goes on but you get the point ♡

🎀𓂃 ࣪˖ 2. detective chapter: analysis! ♡

figure out why you dont want to. this is the main thing that helps me and its so simple but once u figure out the root u figure out the rest and this applies just the same here too. is it laziness? mental health? exhaustion? overworking? burnout? you won't be able to continue until you haven't found the actual problem. it's like trying to travel with no path to travel on.

💭𓂃 ࣪˖ 3. pep talk!

one thing i do that helps me the most is literally just lay in bed or wherever you are where ur procrastinating and thinking about this over and over and going back and forth whether to do it or not is to force the thoughts out (literally. u can envision it if it helps!) and deadass bully myself into doing it 😭😭

(🗒🎀 note: i've also found it helps for some people to do this in the mirror, just so ur face to face w urself as it were. plus u get to admire urself at the same time so its a win all around)

if ur not into harsh motivation, another thing i love, esp when im not feeling great enough to deal w harsh motivation is pretend ur giving advice to a friend or ur child in this position. this is one of the greatest pieces of advice ive ever gotten i literally cannot stress this enough. do this‼️ p.s. you can do this in ur head or out loud. i usually do some mix of both because i am a professional at talking to myself constantly literally all the time

🧁𓂃 ࣪˖ 4. use gratitude in ur favour!

one thing i like to do is essentially guilt trip myself into doing it. erm. you can also call this gratitude it sounds a lot better. think of how grateful you are to even have the opportunity to go outside safely to go for a walk, to be able to work out and keep urself healthy, because there's always someone who's not going to be able to do those things. it is a privilege to live your life and this should be classed as one too.

🎀𓂃 ࣪˖ 5. all about the outlook

another thing i love that falls into the category of motivation is treating it as an act of love and luxury rather than a chore and changing ur outlook on it. for example,

"oh, i have to do this or i'm a failure" or "i really don't want to do it today"

🎀𓂃 ࣪˖ into...

"i deserve to do this for myself because i deserve to be taken care of and kept in good health."

and i find this makes me so much more open to it because you do deserve it.

🧸𓂃 ࣪˖ 6. romanticism; obviously!

okayyyy i know you hear this EVERYWHERE but ‼️its‼️because‼️its true‼️ romanticism is my LIFE not a day goes by where i dont act like im a silly girl in a pink girly shoujo world, and i do this even more so when i dont wanna get up and do simple tasks like this.

some things that give me motivation via romanticism is getting dressed up and cute even if i'm just going for a walk and listening to music and appreciating the world (🗒🎀 note: i love taking pictures or going on different routes whenever i go for walks! it makes the experience so much sweeter and more enjoyable ♡), or putting on cute clothes, loud music and grabbing a pretty waterbottle and hyping myself up to do even just 10 mins of pilates because something is always better than nothing!!!!!!!!!!!

🎀𓂃 ࣪˖ 7. something is better than nothing

with the last note from my previous point in mind, try and always do just a little bit, even if it's not the amount you intended. say you wanted to workout for 20 minutes every day, but you really weren't feeling it today? do 10 instead. this way ur still doing something. we always have tomorrow. take it at ur own pace. you wanted to go running every day? just go for a walk. you can always try again. there is no limit on how many attempts you have with these things. this is always better than just doing nothing at all. this is basically finding the middle ground when you do these things. which leads me onto my final point ,,♡

✨️𓂃 ࣪˖ 8. finding the middle ground

the no.1 thing in all of this is please don't beat urself up for it if you don't feel like it sometimes, but still keep to it as best as possible. say for example you really didn't want to one day but you had no real reason not to, you should still do it. but if your emotional or physical health or anything like that is in a bad place right now, then allow urself to skip for a day or two. dont beat urself up over it, but keep to it when and where you can because i know its difficult sometimes ♡

all my love, and u got this!!!!!!!!!! 🩷🫶🏻💬💗🎀

[arlana-likes-to-write]

i just sent in a request about being the oldest sibling and i just realized i didn’t specify. or i don’t think i did. i meant an older sibling to natasha and yelena. idk if i said that 😭.

I had a lot of fun writing this so I hope you enjoy it!

Lean On Me by Bill Withers

Warning: implied sexual abuse, implied physical abuse, manipulation, protection, gun violence, canon based violence.

Word count: 4.1K

“Do you know what you're asking?” He asked. You nodded as you stood at attention and stared at the man. He wasn’t a man. He was a god as he controlled the fate of every young girl that was forced through the Black Widow program. You were asking a lot, you were asking for an impossible request. “What do I get in return?” He stood up from his desk and walked over to you. You didn’t falter, didn’t show any sign of weakness even when you could feel his breath on you. “I will lose two Widows if I agree to help you. So I want to know, what do I get?” He was standing to your right. There were whispers through the halls of the Red Room that Natasha was planning an escape. For 3 years, you, her, and Yelena were sent to Ohio for an undercover mission as sisters. You were older and you were very protective over your younger sisters. You looked at Dreykov. 

“Anything,” you said. “I'll give you anything.” He smiled and undid the ponytail that kept your hair up. 

“Anything,” he whispered. “That is a tall price. I’m a man who can get anything he wants.” 

“I’ve been trained by the best,” you said. “If you allow Natalie and Yelena to safely leave the Red Room then I’m yours.” You felt sick offering these terms to him. But you pushed the feeling down. You forced the bile down your throat as you felt his hands on you. 

“Mine,” he whispered in your ear. “Mine.” 

*

You returned to your room after hours. Natasha was awake, waiting for you to return. “Where were you?” Her voice didn’t have her Russian accent. In this room, between these walls you spoke as if you were back in Ohio.

“Don’t worry about it, Natalia,” you said, matching her lack of accent. You tried to hide your wince as you changed and got into bed. The redhead sighed and lid down. 

“You don’t have to protect us anymore. We aren’t sisters here.” You smiled. The jab didn’t hurt as you were used to her saying it. 

“Who says I’m protecting you,” you said. “Get some sleep.” You put your arms over your head. The handcuffs locked your arms in place. You fell asleep rather easily, exhausted from your meeting with Dreykov. But Natasha was wrong, you would always find a way to protect them. 

*

Ohio, 1993

Your door opening woke you up. You were surprised you heard it while the storm raged on outside. The house was shaking from the force of the winds. The night sky lit up from the lightning. You didn’t mind thunderstorms. You rubbed the sleep out of your eyes and stared at your open door. Yelena was standing there. A blanket wrapped around her shoulders and a stuffed bear in her hands. You sat up in your bed and gave your full attention to the young girl. “Can I sleep in here with you?” Her voice was timid as if she was afraid you were going to say no. 

“Of course,” she closed your door and ran to your bed as a crash of thunder rattled the house. She pulled your blanket over her head. You smiled, pulling the blanket down. “You don’t have to be afraid of thunder.” You told her. 

“But it's so loud,” she said. “And the house shakes and the lighting is so bright and..and..” she was working herself into a panic attack. You hushed her, rubbing your hand over her blonde hair.

“Sometimes in our lives we’ll have pain and sorrow,” you told her. “But if we are wise we know that there’s always tomorrow,” Her breathing calmed down. Her green eyes were glossy with unshed tears. “Lean on me. When you’re not wrong and I’ll be your friend. I’ll help you carry on.” You wiped away the tears on her face. “You don’t need to be afraid because I’ll protect you.”

“Promise?” She held up her pinky. You wrapped yours around her. 

“Promise. Now we need to sleep.” You tucked the blanket around her right and kissed her face repeatedly until she was laughing and pushing you away. 

“Goodnight,” she said, settling into your bed. 

“Goodnight malen'koye solnyshko (little sun).” You whispered, closing your eyes and drifted off to sleep. 

*

Ohio, 1994

Summer in Ohio was your favorite time of year. School was out (even though Melina still taught you) and the weather was beautiful. You sat underneath the tree in your backyard toning your guitar. You begged and begged Alexei to buy it for you and he gave it after you agreed to the chore list. You were teaching yourself, it was slow but you enjoyed the process of learning. You were creating with your hands instead of hurting. You saw Natasha leave the back of the house and walk over to you. She fell to the ground with a huff. Her eyes were closed and blue hair was messy as she had been running her hands through it. You noticed the dark circles under her eyes but you didn’t say anything. Your fingers strummed a simple tune, filling the quiet summer morning. “Do you need to talk about something?” You asked. She groaned. “Please swallow your pride. If I have things you need to burrow. No one can help you if you don’t let it show.” She opened her eyes. You were only 3 years older than Natasha but you both still had a few years in the Red Room before coming to Ohio. It was harder for her to talk about emotions and feelings unlike Yelena. “You just call on me sestra when you need a hand. We all need somebody to lean on.” You watched as tears formed in her eyes and fell down her cheeks. 

“Nightmares,” she said, simply. “How do you deal with the stuff we did?” It was your turn to sigh as you looked over to the house. Yelena’s laughter could be heard from inside. You envied her. Her innocence. Her naivety to the darker side of the world. 

“You have to justify it in your head,” you told her. “We did what we had to do to survive.” Natasha moved so her head was resting on your lap. 

“I don’t want to go back,” she whispered. “I want to stay here.” You nodded, running your fingers through her blue hair. She dyed her hair the first night in Ohio. 

“I know, sestra, but we’ll get through it together.” 

*

Cuba, 1995 

You did it without as much of a second thought, you grabbed a gun from the nearest soldier and pushed Natasha and Yelena behind you. You noticed Natasha had a gun too. “ya budu strelyat' (I will shoot).” You yelled in your mother tongue. The guns pointed at you didn’t scare you but you heard Yelena crying. “Don’t touch them. I will kill you. I will kill all of you.” You weren’t afraid of killing. At 6 years old, you had your first confirmed kill. Then another at 8. Your hands were stained with red until you came to Ohio. You would kill all these men to protect your sisters without batting an eye. 

“Honey,” Alexei said, walking over to you. You held on tighter to them. “You’re gonna hand me that gun, okay?” His hands were up. You gripped the gun. 

“I will shoot you.” You threatened, you didn’t bother to hide your Russian accent anymore. Alexei smiled and shook his head. 

“No you won’t.” You undid the safety of the gun and shot next to him. 

“Don’t test me.” The man didn’t flinch from the gunshot but you heard Yelena let out a quiet squeak. You needed to come up with a plan to get them out of here. The soldiers were on edge as they waited for their order. 

“Look around,” Alexei said. “You can’t fight all of them.” He was right. You knew he was right. But you had to try. You heard Yelena whisper your name. Even Natasha had fear in your eyes. You looked back at Alexei, licking your dry lips. 

“Take me,” you pleaded with him. “I’ll go back but bring them back home. Don’t make them go back. I’ll do anything. Please.” Your voice broke. Alexei took the gun from you and Natalia, disarming them. 

“It’s gonna be alright,” he said, kneeling down in front of you three. “Do you know why it’s gonna be alright? Cause my girls are the toughest girls in the world. You’re gonna take care of each other, okay?” The pinch of your neck startled you. You tried to fight it as you watched Yelena and Natasha fall into the arms of the soldiers. You had to save them. You had to protect them. But the world went dark. 

*

Rocking woke you up. Your head hit something hard and you were wide awake. It took a minute for your eyes to adjust, the only source of light was the passing of street lights. The light was barely passing through the small holes of the shipping container. A shipping container. You could make out the silhouettes of other girls. Their terrified eyes stared back at you. You heard your name, a whisper in the darkness. You looked next to you and Natasha and Yelena were staring back at you. “Where are we going?” Yelena asked. “I’m scared.” Your head was pounding and you desperately needed a glass of water but you smiled at the blonde. 

“I know you are,” your voice was rough from yelling. “And I’ll be honest, I’m a little scared too.” You were terrified to go back. “But we have each other.” 

“Right,” Natasha said. “It’s just like dad said. We are gonna take care of each other.” You heard it in her voice that she didn’t believe the words she was saying. She was only saying it to calm Yelena. 

“Promise?” Even in the dark you knew she was holding up her pinky.

“Promise.” You locked your pinky with her and Natasha joined you, echoing the same promise. “Now lean on me.” You said to them. You positioned yourself so they could lay down on you comfortably. You started to run your fingers through their hair. “Sometimes in our lives we will have pain and sorrow but if we are wise we know that there’s a tomorrow.”

*

Red Room 2016 

He was pissed as he stormed into his office and slammed his hands on his desk. You stood at attention, not flinching from the sound. You were used to his rage. You’ve been on the other end of it as it has left you covered in bruises for weeks. But this time you were the cause of his rage and he didn’t know it. It has been years since you’ve seen your sisters after they escaped the Red Room. But you’ve heard about everything they’ve accomplished by joining the Avengers. You couldn’t be more proud of them and the last thing you wanted was to bring them back into this mess. But you didn’t help. You needed the Avengers. So with the help of another Widow, you got the Red Dust and sent it to Natasha in hopes she’ll be able to take down the Red Room for good. “Malen'kiy pauk (little spider).” he called out for you. You walked over to his desk and sat down as he motioned to the empty chair. “You’ve done so well for me. You did everything I’ve asked of you without a question.” He sat on the edge of his desk in front of you and placed a hand on your cheek. You were numb to his touch. “Such a good girl for me. I need you to do one thing for me and then I’ll set you free.” 

“Free?” You questioned. He smiled

“Yes my malen'kiy pauk (little spider). You will be done with our little arrangement we made all those years ago. All I ask is for you to bring Yelena and Natasha back to me.” You looked at him stunned, unable to find your words. “You can bring them back to me alive and have a beautiful family reunion or I will send her to bring them back dead. Do we understand one another?” He asked. You nodded. 

“Yes, sir.” He kissed your forehead. This time you felt sick. 

*

Budapest 

You found their location rather easily. You weren’t sure if they wanted you to find them or being with the Avengers made them sloppy. But the word ‘sloppy’ wasn’t what you would use to describe your sisters. You picked the lock and stepped into the safe house. Immediately, you heard the sound of guns being drawn at your back. You smiled, closing the door. “And here I thought you were getting sloppy, sestra.” You said, turning to face your sisters. You dropped your Russian accent. It was a weird feeling being in front of them again. Yelena was all grown up. They both seemed healthy besides the few cuts and bruises from a recent fight. “I don’t think pointing a gun at me is the best greeting after all this time but I guess I’ll take it.” Yelena’s form faltered as if she was fighting herself to go up to you. 

“How can we trust you?” Natasha asked. 

“I came unarmed,” you told her. “The only weapon I have is a knife attached to my hip.” It was true. You used the knife to cut out the tracker in your thigh. Natasha stepped forward and grabbed the knife on your hip. Her eyebrows went up in a silent question at the sight of the dried blood. “It’s mine. Stab wound left thigh. I had to take the tracker out so they wouldn’t find me.”

“They?” Yelena questioned. You looked at your youngest sister. 

“The Red Room.”

*

You were sitting at the kitchen table. Your pant leg was rolled up as you cleaned your stab wound. Natasha was pouring three shot glasses filled with vodka. Her and Yelena downed the first shot. It was weird seeing the blonde drinking but she wasn’t a 6 year old girl anymore. She grew up. They both did. “I see you got my present,” you pointed to the vials. “A little earlier for Christmas but it’s the thought that counts, right?” You joked. They didn’t find it funny. Natasha picked up the vials and slammed it down in front of you. You noticed the photo booth strip still attached. 

“This almost got us killed.” She said. 

“Killed?” You questioned. “By who?” 

“We aren’t sure,” Yelena said. “We were in Norway when it attacked and it was hellbent on getting these back.” It didn’t make sense. He said he wouldn’t do it. You knew the man was capable of lying but for years he’s kept his word. What has changed? Unless, he knew that you were responsible for getting the vials to them. 

“What is it?” Natasha asked. You sighed, picking up one and stared at the Red Dust. 

“It’s a synthetic gas,” you told them. “The counteragent to chemical subjugation.” 

“English, please.” Natasha deadpanned. 

“This right here,” you held the vial between two fingers. “Is the antidote to mind control.” You set it down. “It was created by a Widow in Melina’s generation.” The mention of your adoptive mother caused your sisters to tense up. “I helped her but Dreykov sent a team of Widows to capture her. By the time they got there, I already mailed this off to you.” You left out the part that the Widow was killed. 

“But I don’t understand. Dreykov is dead,” Yelena said. “We killed him.” She pointed in the space between her and the redhead. 

“It nearly took out the entire city.” Natasha added. Oh you knew. You were there when it happened. 

“Where do you think I’ve been all these years then?” You asked. They didn’t respond. You took the shot. The alcohol burned going down your throat. “That little show you did in this city didn’t kill him, it didn’t end it.” You poured more into your shot class. “What you did was rattle the hornet’s nest and made it impossible for any of us to escape.” You sighed. “Look, I'm not here to argue. I came here because I need help. I need the Avengers to help take down the Red Room.” They looked between one another, having a silent conversation. “What?”

“We aren’t talking to the other Avengers currently.” 

“Perfect, great timing.” You said, downing the second shot. You washed your hands and splashed cold water on your face. “Will you help me then?” You asked. Your voice was so soft, you almost didn’t recognize it. Before they could respond the hairs on the back of your neck stood up and the sound of the window breaking caused you to grab the vials and get into cover. That lying son of a bitch. 

*

“I’m getting too old for this shit,” you said, sitting next to Yelena after sitting next to Yelena. You were at a random gas station after surviving a massive car chase through the streets of Budapest. She smiled at you as she cleaned the cut on her arm. “Here, let me help.” You took the gauze and poured some antiseptic on it. When you cleaned it, she let out a pained hiss. You gently blew on it, a trick Melina used to do when you were younger. You wrapped the cut as Natasha joined you. She placed a beer in front of you. “Thanks.” You opened it, taking a sip. 

“Is this all that’s left?” Natasha asked, pointing to the vials. You nodded. 

“Dreykov has Widows scattered all over the world and he takes more every single day,” you sighed. “What we went through was cognitive conditioning which is limited and flawed but now he is chemically altering brain pathways it’s different.” You explained. 

“When did you get exposed to it?” Yelena asked. 

“I wasn’t,” you said. “Dreykov didn’t need to chemically alter my brain. He has a different hold over my head.” You hoped they wouldn’t ask what you meant. “I’m asking a lot, I know I am but I didn’t know who else to ask. For it won’t be long til I’m gonna need somebody to lean on.” Yelena looked at the red head.  

“It could be fun,” she said. “I mean what else do we have going on.” You laughed. Natasha sighed. 

“You are going to owe me big time and I will collect.” You rolled your eyes, holding your beer bottle up. 

“I don’t doubt it, Natalia.” They clicked their beers against your bottle. 

*

St. Petersburg 

You didn’t expect this to be sitting around a dining room table with Alexei, who had been in prison, and Melina, who you thought was dead, and your sisters. It was an odd deja vu moment as your mind was transporting you back to Ohio. Food was being passed around, mostly between Alexei and Melina. The idea of eating anything made you sick especially when you found out that Melina had a hand in the mind controlling agent. “You want to take down the Red Room. You realized that’s impossible. Dreykov has avoided arrest for this long, what makes this time any different?” She asked. 

“You are going to help us,” you said. She stopped cutting into her food and looked at you. 

“I was cycled through the Red Room 3 times before either of you were born. You can’t defeat God unless you make a deal with him.” She was looking directly at you. Did she know? Did she know the deal you made with not god but the devil? It wasn’t a far stretch if she did know. 

“Deal?” Yelena questioned. She was glancing between you and Melina. 

“What is she talking about?” Natasha asked. You shook your head. 

“It’s nothing. Don’t worry about it.” Melina laughed. 

“Some things never change. You were like this in Ohio,” she said. “Always taking the punishment so they didn’t have to.” Your jaw clenched as Alexei laughed. 

“It was like when that dish broke because you girls were playing inside and you said you were the one that broke it but we knew Natalie had a hand in it.” Your teeth were hurting because of how tight your jaw was clenched. His voice became white noise as he kept talking about every little punishment you took for them. There was an anger burning inside you. It was their fault. It's all their fault. 

“It was because you failed us,” you yelled. Your outburst stunned the table. “You failed to protect us. I pleaded with you to not take them but you didn’t listen so I made a deal with the devil and you know I’d do it again.” You felt tears forming at the corner of your eyes but you didn’t let them fall. “I had to do horrible things for that man; things that will probably keep me up till the day I die but it got them safe.” There was silence around the table. “He even offered me a choice. My freedom for them. I looked him in his eyes and lied for them. Can you say the same?” You poured yourself a shot. 

“I’m still lost.” Yelena said. Natasha shook her head, laughing under her breath. 

“It was why it was so easy to get out. I studied the guard movements for months and when Yelena and I made our escape the place was empty.” she looked at you but you couldn’t met her eyes. 

“I couldn’t keep you safe,” you admitted. “That day with all the guards and Melina was shot I couldn’t keep them from getting to you,” you let out a shaky breath. “There were rumors about your escape and I saw my chance. I offered Dreykov myself in exchange you got out of the Red Room safely.” Her green eyes were glossy with tears. 

“You are such an idiot.” You laughed, nodding your head. 

“Yeah, but I’m your big sister. It’s my job to protect you.”

*

The ashes of the Red Room fell from the sky around you. Your body ached but the pain felt good. It was a reminder that you were alive and free. Free from him. Free from nights you were handcuffed to your bed. Free from him hurting you. You heard your name called out. Yelena. You ran towards the voice ignoring the way your body was telling you to stop. The blonde was circling in a clearing. 

“Yelena,” you called out. She turned to face you and broke out into a run towards you. You caught her in your arms. She was shaking. “Hey, hey,” you brought her to the ground, holding her face in your hands. “Sh malen'koye solnyshko (little sun). You’re okay. You’re safe.” 

“He told us what he made you do. Everything.” You shook your head. 

“Do not blame yourself for the actions of that man. I’m safe. You’re safe. That is all that matters.” You said, pulling her into a hug. She nodded her head. 

“Safe is a word I wouldn’t use” you heard Melina said. “My leg is broken.” You looked to see the older Black Widow being supported by the super soldier. Natasha ran over to you and joined the hug. 

“Thank you, sestra,” she said, putting her forehead against yours. “Thank you.”

“Always,” she handed you a flash drive. “What is this?”

“All of the Widows that are still under Dreykov’s control,” she told you. “You should be the one to set them free.” The sound of sirens pierced through the silence and a helicopter landed nearby, the Widows that were in the Red Room before it collapsed came out. 

“You're gonna be okay, right?” You asked. “You both are.” Yelena smiled. 

“Yeah and if we are in trouble we know who to call.” You smiled, gave them a final hug and helped Melina to the helicopter. “Wait,” Yelena said, running over to you. “I’m coming with you.” 

“What?” You questioned as she jumped onto the helicopter. 

“Yeah, I’ve missed you and I want to help.” You looked back at Natasha and she watched the interaction with a smile. You let out a soft whistle and she whistled back. Yelena leaned into your side as you put your arm around her. “You just call on me sestra when you need a hand. We all need somebody to lean on.” You smiled at her. Come hell or high water no one was going to hurt your sisters ever again.

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Part 2 of this AU

taglist: @marvel-fan-2021

[prettyboykatsuki]

if its not too tmi, the guide to making your girl cum might still be useful 😭 my gf and i are both in our first relationship and any help would be welcome

i have so many asks fdjslk?? abt this. like no bullshit at all maybe fifteen. but sure 👍🏾 note i am no sex expert or really anyone u should listen to but you know. i get okay reviews

first things first - the most important thing is learning to communicate with your partner. ik u have heard that many times but every body is different and if you can take instructions well, making someone cum is much easier. like. people say it all the time for good reason but just focus on listening more than anything else

also im using woman / she + her but this advice applies to any afab people who are not currently talking T👍🏾 testosterone changes some stuff so i'd give diff advice on some parts abt touching n stuff

learning how to take an apply what ur told is truly like 99% of the game

for women in particularly - u should probably carve out a chunk of time. most women need at least 15 minutes if it's with a partner (often more) and if it's your first time tg it's good to take each other apart and get comfortable

also somewhat obvious but you absolutely cannot forgo foreplay. truly cannot be overstated but u can't. lol

if share the same parts, u are already at somewhat of an advantage as you have some ideas on where to touch etc. neck and chest are always safe bets, and so is inner thigh etc. deep kissing is always also a safe bet. don't overthink it too much, just do your best to communicate both appreciation and attraction

foreplay also starts before getting naked being genuine. undressing someone or showing sensual affection is your friend. ik this sounds corny but its very genuine advice lol

a lot of foreplay is both to build arousal but also getting someone out of their head. a lot of women in particular tend to get really hung up on various aspects of the process. if you can effectively get them out of that mindspace, you're already on your own way

sometimes dirty talk is good and dirty talk does not need to be crass - making sensual small talk can go a long way. praising how she looks or feels, showing your enthusiasm by telling you're looking forward to making her feel good.

thank you is also always safe in that process. thank you for letting me touch you, thank you for trusting me to make you feel good etc. and if you're not feeling confident - it does the same job as something more dirty lol

here is some more specific stuff 👍🏾

a lot of getting 2 know someone sexually is figuring out various sensitivities and pressure. generally speaking, women tend to lean one way or the other when it comes to pressure on different areas of the body for foreplay.

(usually of course, there is some mix of both - but at least in my experience there is more general lean one way vs another)

some people prefer softer touches and caressing and some people prefer more deep pressure and groping. always start on on the soft end and move towards the other slowly.

YOU WILL WANT TO LEARN INDIRECT VS DIRECT PLEASURE. ON YOUR PARTNER AND WHAT THEY PREFER !!!

some parts of a womans body are too sensitive to be touched directly, and they may highly prefer indirect contact as their choice of pleasure. if a womans clit is too sensitive, you might want to stimulate the area just around or underneath instead of directly touching their clit. use their clitoral hood as a buffer essentially.

the clit itself firms up but it's an entire area inside of your body. and what's exposed is just one nerve. its why touching or rubbing the sides can still make effective foreplay because internally the clit has a whole body etc

the hardest part about clitoral stimulation is reading reactions. but the clit will respond to pleasure physically most of the time. try things deliberately, and time your tongue or fingers in a way that lets you gauge their reaction

if someone is feeling good - you'll usually get a very faint throb. you have to look for it to notice it sometimes, but the intensity of that throbbing is what will tell you. clits are similar to dicks in that way

same thing goes for nipples usually. plenty of people like it being touched or sucked directly (again it is all abt sensitivity and pressure) - but it's common for the area to be too sensitive.

touching around, through / over the fabric of their top (this works better with non-silky materials / stuff with no slip), and underneath can also do the job. if the nipples are sensitive to the point of being unpleasurable - the swell underneath the boobs is often a good place to show affection. u can try running your fingers underneath to cup and squeeze instead. or just

the no slip thing is because rougher fabric give nice friction. being touched through cotton feels different from silk. its more hit or miss in my experience

im going to break down the advice about actual fucking into three parts so bear with me .

the most important thing for ALL of this is fucking consistency. listen to me im being so serious. when you hit a rhythm do not stop. ESPECIALLY if she tells you not too.

oral: this one is tricky because there's truly not a universally good way of eating pussy. it's like... four of the above skills wrapped in one skill. so even if i wanted to school you in i don't think i could lol

my best advice is to remember the above about pressure and sensitive and start slow. stimulate the surrounding areas with your tongue, do a lot of teasing. if she's too embarrassed to tell you things verbally, this will usually push her to showing you at least. if she bucks up against you that's a good sign to give a little more pressure.

building pressure is important here. she will feel pretty much every part of your tongue, so make sure you are careful and listen to what she says or does. when you find the rhythm to lick, it's normally safe to suck on her clit (from light pressure to deeper pressure like before)

you will know when you're hitting the right everything because it will start to pulse in your mouth and she will squirm more. when you're there, stay there and don't move unless you're going to die. learn to breathe through your nose lol

FOR PENETRATION THERE IS TWO THINGS. and most time you will still want to pair with clit stimulation but rmb 2 ask.

fingering: the vagina is one of those things that is very hit or miss. with fingering in particular. for most women, it feels better to have another person do it. and it's best combined with clitoral stimulation so it can often be a two-handed affair or used as a sidepiece to oral.

the most pleasure will be felt around the actual opening and against the gspot. the opening has a lot more sensitive which is why the thrusting motion feels good. the g-spot can also feel good, but keep in mind that a gspot orgasm is internal and can feel especially intense. so just be prepared for what reaction you might get and maybe getting pee-d on. or squirted on. or both.

finding the g-spot isn't complicated, it will feel a little textured and have a little more give. with enough arousal it will also be swollen and easier to find.. you will hear a lot about the come hither motion, but what you're actually doing is rubbing along the upper walls.

again, everyone is different but honestly - i've had good luck combining a thrusting motion with the rubbing motion. use your wrist to move so you don't get tired. you can pick what fingers to use but middle and pointer is go to, so you can angle your palm against their clit (in the instance you are just using your hands).

FOR SEX TOY PENETRATION:

dildos: if i tried to explain how the strap works we would simply be here all day, so i will be talking about the dildo as a separate appendage used with your hands and not as part of a strap-on. strap sex is too much of a science lmao

almost all of the time - using a dildo is trying to create the same stimulation as above with gspot pressure, but that's not the only way. there are several angles and those angles hit different things, so it's worth experimenting with this. but for internal orgasm and using dildos - you want to understand comfort and friction.

lube is your friend, but too much slip can make it feel like nothing so build up the lube slowly. some resistance can feel pleasurable and is often ideal. with dildo, you also want to keep in mind the rigidity and maybe buy a toy together. a dildo can be too hard or too soft depending on what it's made with

internal orgasms rely a lot on muscle tension and angling, as well as pace. everyone is different and there is once again no universal way but your best bet is a rhythmic, pushing up motion. if you're using a dildo on your partner, i recommend put a pillow underneath their spine for easier angling.

LAST BUT NOT LEAST, REMEMBER ALL ORGASMS ARE TENSION RELEASE.

you need to build tension to release it and keep tension to cum. the need for steadiness and rhythm comes from that. if you're wanting to make someone orgasm, some physical tension can really help - so asking your partner to grab your hair and hold onto your wrist can be helpful. giving their muscles something to flex and hold can redirect focus and help with intimacy so let her pull your hair or dig her nails in your back or grab your wrist. it will actually get u closer to the orgasm

remember most of all though to have fun and feel good together. sex isn't a performance, it's a mutual act of pleasure. too much pressure will kill your boner. good luck 🫡

[silvershiningtarot]

PAC18+:🍨✨Channeled Message From Your True Love & Karmic Lover❤️

This is a channeled message from your true love and karmic partners. Take what resonates and what doesn't. Remember this is a general reading💕💕. Enjoy this reading. Most of those piles from your partners are advice for you.

Paid Readings

Hey, you, I know I haven't been talking to you for a minute, because I have been focusing on my bullshit. I hope you are doing the same thing with yours. I can see that you've been writing some stuff down about our future. So am I. I can feel your energy. I am searching for it in everyone else even girls I've been going on dates on. I realized something yesterday about some bullshit ass friends and family. I've attached myself to these fake ass friends because I keep forgiving them. So I still have a lot more karmic shit to deal with. Sorry for keep delaying our connection. I know that you've been working and keeping up with your finances. I know how you feel. I was in your shoes before. I feel that someone had stolen something from me. I don't know who but I'll figure it out. If you need any help! Let me know. I don't like it if you are struggling. Our connection is part of the universe. You and I shared a past life before. I am your friend that came down here to help you out. Whatever struggle you going through I am here. Call out my name. I can feel that you are the most important person in my life. I can feel the love between us, even when we are apart from each other. Make sure to keep writing your list down. I hope I am everything on that list. I wanna tell you something, I am shame of the choices I've made in life. If I tell you that you won't look at me the same again. I've been working on myself. Left to right I've been stuck in the middle. I've attached myself to people's bullshit drama. I can't help it. I love to help other people. Now my question is to you? Are you eating right? How are you feeling? It's okay to feel those emotions whatever you are feeling. Feel it. I used to be the same way. Blocking those emotions. I was so afraid of being vulnerable. Now I am a fucking crybaby. When I was younger, I have been manifesting someone like you in life. I feel that I lost you. I can feel my soul searching for you. You are such a boss-ass woman/man. Can you notice that? I can see it. Even though I can't see it physically but I can see it when I dream about you. I remember when I was younger I used to watch a lot of Disney movies. My family used to make fun of me because of that. But I didn't care I mean don't get me wrong it hurt but I still watch it. So again. Whatever you are dreaming about or writing down it better be me. Because that's what I'm doing. I pray to the stars when I'm thinking about you. When I look up at the moon, I see your beautiful face. You have a beautiful face, energy, etc. I don't like it when you cry 😭 because it makes me cry. I've been seeing a psychic about you. She says some pretty weird 😕 things about you. I've gotten scared about it. Sorry for my delaying our connection with you. Maybe this is my desire talking. But I fucking want you! I wanna meet you right now! I wanna feel your energy around me. I don't want to feel other people's energies anymore. I am getting fucking frustrated 😫. It is bothering the fuck out of my soul. I feel uncomfortable talking to people about my fucking problems if they ain't hearing me. I am sorry for yelling. But this is how I feel. Ain't you ready to meet me? Because I am. I don't care if you got karma with other people we will deal with it together. Ugh!!! Forgive me my darling. I am just scared about the timing and everything. My doubts come to me saying that I'll never meet you. That would be fucked up of me to say wait. Anyways, I love you so much. Ughhhhhhh!! See! I am feeling the water in my eyes right now. Because I wanna cry. I am tired of messing around with other women or talking to other women. I just wanna talk to you and you ONLY!!!

My precious cupcake 🧁, I know what you've been feeling. Our energies transfer to each other🥹. You know how I feel and I know how you feel. I know you are getting tired of waiting for me. For our connection. You wanted it to happen right now. I get you, my love. Everything takes patience. I think that you should go after what you want. Don't think about anything else. Just do it. I mean be smart. We have a telepathic connection. We have conversations with each other. You might think that shit is stupid or corny or whatever but it ain't. I like talking to you. Even though we are far away from each other. We still like right there with each other. If that makes sense. I've been meditating and isolating myself away from people. Because of those types of bad energies, I won't do that to myself. In that area. I climb out of a dark hole. I won't put myself back in there again. You shouldn't either. I've seen the way how you've been moving lately. It's good 🌟 but I can see you falling back into that bad habit. I'm telling you I noticed it because I am noticing it in myself. I feel that you should isolate yourself, away from people because they are not for you. I know you have a lesson you need to learn from these people. So do I. But don't let anyone try to fucked up your peace of mind. Because that person ain't worth it. Maybe I'm deflecting. Nah! Haha 😂 I am just giving you advice. My precious darling. I've been seeing you grow so tremendously. I love every inch of you. Watching you grow helps me grow. I've bet if I was the type of man/woman then I was before tell me the truth you wouldn't want me. Not at all you wouldn't. The choices I've made. Made me the man I am today. I realize my mistakes and actions. I told myself that shit wouldn't fly today. Because I am in a different head space now. Figuring out my peace and my sanctuary. I am sorry for deflecting. See! I'll take accountability for my shit. But still, take my advice. As your husband regardless of what label I am to you. I am still your husband/wife. Because I am confident that you are my wife one day to be. Let me boost your confidence real quick. Do you know how amazing you are? Do you? Your light is so bright it burns the shit out of people’s eyes. You are the best 🌟 beautiful woman/man in the world. The way you sing, move, dance and talk is fucking amazing. You have such a gift. The universe speaks to me when I meditate. I daydream about you all the time. I dream about you. 💘💘🌟💋Your my cupid. You shoot your arrow into my heart ❤️. I fell deeply in love with you. Yes, I don't know you but I know of you. If that makes sense. I know I keep giving you advice because I love helping you out! But you should try meditation with me. Whenever you're ready. Do it. Speak to the universe while you are meditating. Even if you don't believe in us. I say give it a try. What's worth the risk? I have a mental issue, sort of people say I do but oh okay. I am fucked up in the mind. I'm honest about that. That's why I try different outlets to help me. My ancestors speak to me about you. Calling on you. Do you hear me calling? Hear me, please. I got you. No matter what.

I’ve seen you in my dreams before. But damn for the life of me, I can’t remember your face when I wake up in the morning. But I can’t ever forget the way you make me feel in those dreams when I wake up in the morning. My dick stands up. The way you make me feel, I fucking wanna pull you out of my dreams. Like what they did in the movie Nightmare on Elm Street. But that’s how life works I guess. I’m being impatient. I want you here with me and forever. I search for you every single day. I never stop. Maybe you don’t see me. But I am right in front of your face, you don’t even recognize me. You push me away. Like I don’t exist. That’s hurt my feelings when you do that. But I like you a lot. You know who I am, what I do. We've talked before many and plenty of times. But I just think you don't feel the same way about me. Can I ask you something? Am I wasting my time? Because I promise I won't waste your time. Your face, time, and energy are too important to me. I think that I can be your true love. If you give me a chance. I believe in love. The way you make me feel, it's like no other person I ever felt this way about. I dream about you, manifest you, and sort of been writing to me. You may not know who I am personally. But I am me. If you give me a chance let you experience me. I am one in a million. You're like my Willy Wonda. I am your Golden Ticket 🎫. I'll try my hardest best to not make you cry, or make you feel that I remind you of someone. That'll never happen. You are my wish fulfillment🧑🏾‍❤️‍💋‍🧑🏾. I bet we have so much in common. I think that we do. Are you some type of psychic? Or whatever you do your aura pulls me closer to you. I tried to walk away from you but it seems like I can't. You're fucking everywhere. That's not a bad thing for me. I got you back. If you call on me. I'll do anything for you. You know that right? You are the key to my heart. Don't be surprised when I come knocking on your door. You'll be shocked to see who I am. Just don't run away from me. Please, don't. I'll hate being rejected by you. Everyone else do it to me. I just hope you don't. Sure I ain't the best-looking type but for damn sure I am hell worth it. If you give me a chance. Will you, my darling? I miss talking to you and I miss seeing you in my dreams. Come back to me. Please, I won't let you down. Like these other people did to you. Give us a chance.

🥹Yesterday, I saw something so gorgeous yesterday. You want to know what that was. It was your beautiful smile. Do you know that you have a beautiful smile? I mean fucking drop-dead gorgeous smile. I fucking love it. That's what made my day. A beautiful smile. I wish people can see that. But I don't care I'm selfish. Keep that smile for me then... Hahaha 😂😂. I do be making myself laugh so fucking hard sometimes. I wish I can share my jokes. But you might think it's corny or you probably won’t get the joke. Hey! Do you like nature? Or are you allergic to nature? One day we should go hiking. Just you and me together. Nobody else but us. One day you get off from work or we don't go to work and we can just camp in nature. Too much lack of communication in this world. Don't you agree? It's not much face-to-face communication when I was growing up. Now it's I'll send you a message across the room. Like Boo! That's so lame to me. I will sometimes be on my phone when I'm bored. That's all technology is to me. Boredom. I want to have a real ass conversation. Sorry for being all preachy. I am a babbler. Haha. I fucking love to laugh. You gotta laugh today. Make sure you laugh today nothing but laughter. If anyone tries to ruin your laughter. Tell them that I say go suck it! Seriously suck it!! 😂😂😂😂. Once we both enter each other's lives. My mission is to make you happy and laugh a lot. Because I don't like bad energy. Sad-ass moods. I am such an optimistic person once you get to know me. I've been through hella darkness in my life. I'm a calmer person now. I can see that you are too. Well trying to be. But I love it either way. My advice to you is. Don't get swiped up by other people's bullshit ass aura. Because it makes you dark too. Have you noticed that? When you are around other people's energy who isn't happy? You start feeling down. Yeah! Whenever you are feeling that way! I don't give a fuck if it's social media people, friends, family, or people on here. Remove yourself away from that. Because all you gonna do is get yourself caught up with their nonsense and it has nothing to do with you. I mean nothing. So again! I'm talking to you, my sweetheart. My gift to you for now! That is my advice. And please take it. I don't say shit just to say it. I mean it. So love ya! Remember what I said laughter! Laugh all day every day!! 😂😂😂😂Laughing helps the soul. 💋💋Sweet dreams my darling. I'll give our future a big hug 🤗.

Yay 👏🏾, I heard that you did well! Did you get a promotion? I sure did! I'm so happy for you. I am sorry I haven't talked to you. Because I've been working on myself. Healing myself. Dealing with all these karmic debts with these co-workers and my family. My family has been fucking with me. They have been spreading a lot of bad rumors about me. I've been trying to exit myself away from that shit. Telling me how to run my own business. But I've been isolating myself away from that nonsense. I just couldn't take it anymore. My ex-friend doesn't talk to me anymore. Cut me off. A lot of people who I so-called my family I had to cut them off. Because a lot of money, things and important items have been stolen from me. I had lost a lot of money. I haven't been eating well. Enough about me! Don't feel bad for me btw! I got this shit handle. Don't worry about me either my love. I hope that you've been putting yourself first. I know that you've been feeling stressed out lately. But baby girl, I just wanted to tell you this. The stronger you get the better. Cross out those bad people, and families who don't wish you well. If those are the people who don't wish you well. Then they need to be out of your life. But how are you? How are you feeling? Did you eat today? Did you get your strength up? I hope you weren't procrastinating. Get your ass up and move around. You are too good for this bullshit ass life. Because what am I about to give you can't match up to what you are doing now. I know this is going to sound very weird to you. But I love that body. You've been working out lately, haven't you? Goddess body! Yes, I have a song for you. Maybe you should whine your body for me. Work it! When you wake up in the morning. I want you to hug yourself. Hold yourself tight for a minute. You'll see why. Then ask yourself how you do you feel. When you hug yourself. Anyways I am sorry I have to make this short. But I love you, I know we have our karmic debts to deal with. But let's enjoy ourselves. We'll deal with our debts when we are married. Is that a deal? Sounds like a deal to me. I'm getting tired. Feel my kisses in your dreams and when you are waking up. Remember to smile. Alright, gotta go. If I don't I'm gonna keep talking to you. See! Here I go again. Haha 😂 love you so much. My precious diamond. Keep on shining ✨. Remember your light. You are light 💡.

[deadlyterrorstonight]

Fritz and sibling headcanons!!!

Lol, this is for fun and something I’ve thought about before. I LOVE the fact he’s from a big family because so am I.😭

Here we go, my thoughts put on a platter for you people. May or may not write more headcanons for this but who knows.🤷‍♀️

Considering Fritz was the only boy in the family, he probably struggled to fight with his sisters. Not so much as in arguing but physically. He was normally the one to get the short end of the stick and would more often than not end up with his butt whooped when he was younger- BUT, as he gradually got older he figured out how to maneuver and be careful enough to fight back and considering he’s stronger than them (granted as long as it wasn’t 2 or 3 of his sisters fighting or holding him down) he’d win a fight easy. He didn’t always get in trouble- aside from a few times because “You aren’t supposed to hit girls.” But his parents knew the fights weren’t always caused by him so they didn’t rap on his case a lot.

Fritz has gone through the trauma of dealing with his sisters monthly’s. To say the least…he was in for a constant ride when it happened. Hiding was not an option for this man. Cravings? Told him to go out and get them something. Mood swings? YIKES, he was a witness to some fights and arguments between his sisters and sometimes it’d be over the stupidest thing. He also hated getting caught up in them- Doesn’t help if one of them was really sensitive about stuff and he had to choose his words carefully to not cause water works. He’s definitely glad he doesn’t deal with that in his house anymore now that he lives in Utah and owns his own apartment.

Dress up? Yeah..he knows the game all too well. Being nominated often and because his sisters thought it was funny. He didn’t necessarily dislike it because he thought it was funny too after he got use to it, but the blackmail they have on him…isn’t funny. Any future girlfriends? Oh wow, would you look at that! Pictures of Fritz in a dress and makeup. Also he would retaliate but he had to give in or they’d complain or he’d end up feeling bad.

Fritz was always getting advice from his sisters about being a good dude. So he’s not clueless on how to treat a girl (regardless, he already knew most of those things because of common sense and he wasn’t an idiot.) but he also learned something’s about girls because of all the talking he’s heard from his sisters and just in general being around them.

Everyone was normally around each other in his household. He’s used to things that are chaotic (part of the reason why he’s not phased completely by the dudes- Jeremy, Mike, Scott and Vincent- and their chaotic friend group. Reminds him of home somewhat.)

Pictures + videos of him being clumsy and making faces. Man..his sisters don’t have mercy and certainly have stories to tell. To his dismay but makes for great storytimes.

Although Fritz doesn’t really deal with the kids in the main area, he can handle them decently well because he knows how to deal with chaotic situations due to his family (he’s up there with Scott and Vincent when it comes to taking care of the kids.) and does a pretty good job at it. Doesn’t mean he always wants to deal with them though…kids are tiring and sometimes they can be little butts. Also depends if they are absolute menaces. Probably the kinda dude that’s responsible but ends up with cake smears or doodles on him from the kids. Might have even lost his hat unintentionally-

Fritz hasn’t had many girlfriends in his life, mainly due to the fact he’s seen the drama that can occur (CoUgh- sisters breakups) and just found it better to stay away from relationships because of it. The most he’s ever had was 3 girlfriends out of his lifetime as he’s 25 now. He’s single now..but the reason he’s not with someone now is because they were either caused by falling out of love (figured it was better as a friendship mutually.) The girl he was with fell for someone else, and the last one? She wasn’t who he thought she was but had some issues that caused him to deter away and break up with her. He wouldn’t say he wouldn’t date again, but he’s definitely trying to be careful about it and not just jump into a relationship.

Fritz hasn’t really struggled with his sisters stealing his clothes. They normally left him alone with that. But he has definitely witnessed more fights about them stealing from each other- Buncha complaining.

Fritz really does love his family a lot. Regardless of the siblings fights and banter and what not- he cherishes them. He cares a lot and if you screw with his sisters then you’re gonna have a problem with him for sure. He’ll come knocking on your door straight up throwing facts and questioning your ability to think if you’ve done them dirty.

Fritz is known for his common sense and being level headed, which is probably why some of his sisters liked talking to him about certain things. He didn’t know it then that he was being helpful but Fritz is good at being a voice of reason or asking the right questions. He’s also a good listener.

Family game nights were competitive and fun. That was for sure.

Getting dragged along on rides and to stores was something he grew to love when his older sisters wanted to take him out. Some days he would be annoyed but by the end of it, he didn’t actually mind and enjoyed it. And when he was older and had to deal with other things (“ Fritz, take us out!” - “ Take us here, blah, blah, blah.”) He got used to that too and just gave in.

Getting jumped by his sisters into random shenanigans was a thing. “Don’t ask!” They’d say and of course he wouldn’t listen and did ask but didn’t matter. He’d still be clueless until they were doing whatever they roped him into.

[my-castles-crumbling]

hi cas!!

im gonna rant at you for a bit if you dont mind :)

Im a minor that lives in a super tight night, close minded community. Super religious, super homophobic transphobic ect. Seeing as im a teenage girl whose questioning their gender and is definitely attracted to women thats kinda problematic lols. Honestly idek how to explain the situation without a bunch of details, but basically, theres a fifty-fifty chance of me being sent to conversion therapy or just cut off from any internet access (and i mean ANY. i have a flip phone for fucks sake.)if my fam finds out im queer, i have no support system outside of some internet friends who know nothing about my situation, and within the next few years(so like once i turn 20ish, thats in like 4 years but whatever) my family is going to expect me to get married to a man and start popping out babies asap. Btw thats whats expected of me in this community, marriage under the age of 25, have like as many kids as physically possible and god forbid higher education. And im not okay with that . Ffs i want to go to college, major in fine arts, meet a person i like and fall desperately in love or maybe not just have a bunch of close platonic relationships i want cats and a dog and a cute studio in a big city where i can dye my hair whatever color i want aand get an obsene amount of piercings, i want to wear pants!! I just want to live. Without expectations or limits or people who love me hating everything they dont know about me. Is that truly so much to ask for?

And im incredibly dramatic cuz i literally have the dream life. My family loves me, my parents are upper middle class, theyve never hurt me before(besides for all the anti everything rants haha) i literally have a full sized bed, which for some reason i see as the peak of being spoiled idk why. I go to school, not even public, a private religious school that prob costs thousands of dollars, i have friends(who are all part of this community btw and id bet my entire savings that most of them think gay is only a word that ppl use to mean happy lol) close ones even!! I have adorable neices and nephews(my 3 sisters all were married by the age of 20, so i have 11 niecesand nephews while my oldest sister is 31) im living the dream life. But i hate it and i have no way out. No hope of college to get on my feet and find someway out, no people that'll help me fucking run away or some bullshit like that, hell ive considered it and then felt like shit, cuz what am i even running from? Im probably attracted to men it wont kill me to marry one. And i like kids, i wouldnt mind having any either. But.... i dont want to be trapped anymore. Cuz ill be honest thats what i am.if some one asked me to run away with them rn i would, no hesitation.

God im a mess😭😭 anyway this was me ranting in my notes app, im just apologizing for dumping this on a complete stranger(we're moots actually!!) albeit a very kind one :) i dont know what im looking for, but ill take whatever your comfortable giving ig.

I love and appreciate you<333

And hey this has been oddly cathartic so lmk if its okay for me to do this again sometime :))

"im living the dream life. But i hate it and i have no way out."

Hon, you're not living the dream life...there's a difference between financial privilege and being happy, you know? It's pretty clear that this isn't what you want.

I'm not sure if you're asking for my advice here, or if you just want to vent. But I care about you, and if you want me to research some things to try to help you, I'm more than willing to (that way it's not on your search history.) Just say the word!

Until then, you are ALWAYS allowed to vent to me.

I'm naming you venting anon in case you write again!

[j0kers-light]

Hello Chaos!

I have problems with communication, so I was wondering if you could do headcanons for the goons x reader who has problems communicating so she never really tell them whats wrong nor if something made her feel bad and she always gives them the reason when arguing so it is over

love you!

Joker's Loyal Three: Communication Issues

Hey hi my sweet anon! 🖤✨

I’m terribly sorry to hear about your problems, but have no fear!! The best boys are here to make it allll better! I love bragging about my boys and they silly antics. Without further ado, roll the scenarios! P.S. I LOVE YOU MORE! 😭😭

I did not get carried away writing this out 👀👩🏽‍💻

Frost

Ugh, Frost our mature King. He’s a literal Daddy so he mastered the art of patience to handle any problem you have.

Frost picks up on your poor communicational skills early on in the relationship, probably during the talking stage. 

The two of you rarely fight but if things ever get heated, he takes a step back and becomes the adult/bigger person in the situation. 

Because 10/10 you are red in the face, fighting back tears of frustration (from being misunderstood and not knowing how to express it correctly) to be of any use. 

Deep in my soul I know Frost will talk you through anything. Hear me out anon!! This is still SFW.

“Breathe and tell me what’s wrong Y/n.” 

He knows he did/said something wrong, you got wayy too quiet as the day progressed and he misses that bright smile of yours. 

Something is wrong and he’s gonna find out now. Frost would corner you and make you talk. There’s no point in trying to lie to him.

This method doesn’t help with your panic attack but something about this tall giant comforting you during your most vulnerable moment? 🥹

You break down in his arms. Frost is patient and catches every other word in between your wet sobs.

He grounds you by rubbing your back or playing with your hair. Anything to establish physical contact you so desperately need right now.

“I never meant to make you feel that way, Y/n. It won’t happen again.” 

And he’s not just all talk. Frost goes out of his way to ensure that you never feel lesser than while around him. 

He speaks up for you whenever you feel overwhelmed. We all know the popular meme, “She asked for no pickles.” 10000% Frost. 

Frost can tell when you’re feeling helpless and he swiftly asks for your opinion to reintroduce you back into the conversation. 

He listens. He learns. Frost encourages you to speak up and no you are not a bother for taking your time.

Frost wants to hear every thought floating in your head. It may seem stupid to you, but Frost clings to your every word because he knows.

Words are precious to you so when you do speak up, it means something.

Mac

Our pretty boy is a little tricky. Communicating and networking is in his blood and he was taught to snub people who lacked that natural ability.

When you stumble over words he (initially) rolled his eyes and mocked you. “Hurry up sweetheart.” or “Any day now…”

His lack of patience hurts to the point you learn to keep quiet and just nod whenever he addresses you.

It takes Mac a few weeks to notice how your confidence has diminished since dating him. You all but stopped talking to him.

Mac knows you’re not mute so when he finally asks, “Why is my Princess so quiet?” He’s shocked when you shrug off his concern saying, “I dunno it’s nothing.”

It’s definitely something. The sweet bubbly girl he fell in love with is missing and he doesn’t like the imposter taking your place.

Mac begins a one sided argument where he brings up communication issues between you and him as you try and disappear. 🫠

You’ve never seen him so angry. Is he mad at you? Of course he is.

He’s stuck with a girl who can’t speak up for herself around his well spoken friends. Its embarrassing.

You hate feeling like the bimbo on his arm reduced to pinched smiles and empty laughs at every event he drags you to.

You have plenty to say but lack the confidence to try and say it correctly! It’ll only make you look more foolish so why even bother?

A lightbulb goes off in Mac’s head seeing you bite your lip despite your eyes giving away to the chaos going on inside your head.

Now he understands the problem. Not everyone is a natural smooth talker. He's more upset that you didn't confide in him about this.

“Why didn’t you tell me Y/n? You know you can tell me anything, right? I can hire a speech therapist and we can work on improving your skills. I want you to be happy with me!”

Mac makes it his mission to help improve your communication skills and to build that confidence to speak up and be heard.

He never wants you to feel inadequate when you’re with him. Your happiness is everything you him.

Neo

Good luck anon because Neo would ghost you at the slightest inconvenience. That being said… let’s base this on after the two of you are exclusive. (Chaos wants this to be positive...)

Neo is surprisingly understanding of your problems. He knew something was up from the moment he met you.

He hears your meek voice, the many ums, and incomplete sentences as you try and get your point across in a conversation. It’s all cute to him really.

Neo is rather impatient so expect to be interrupted from time to time. He’s not being rude, he’s buying you time to think about what you wanna say.

“Hold on, Ma.” He sets his phone down and gives you his undivided attention. “Aight, talk to me.” You are shocked he listens intently despite every single mistake you make.

Neo would blurt out helpful aids when you struggle to communicate. For example, if you can’t seem to find the right word to use, Neo will say one to help your brain along.

You thank him and continue, not catching his pleased smile.

He loves when you’re in a full blown rant. You don’t have any slip ups when you’re comfortable. It shows that he makes you feel safe and that fact boosts his ego.

He sends you the Merriam-Webster word of the day as good morning texts because his approach is subtle.

Neo knows what’s wrong here but he doesn’t want to encourage you into improving (he secretly likes you the way you are). Baby steps anon.. Neo can be helpful just in his own way.

Neo loves hearing your forty plus minute long audio messages where you say everything and nothing in that beautiful voice of yours. He saves each one.

If someone makes fun of you, Neo is beating them up/killing them behind your back. 🤷🏽‍♀️ No one makes fun of you. No one but him.

You are not winning an argument with Neo. Let’s just start there. He’s leaving you a sobbing mess, second guessing the entire relationship if you try to speak your mind against him.

Neo uses your shortcomings against you and that shatters your confidence and trust in him. Your biggest advocate was never on your side to begin with. 🙃

Will he apologize? Absolutely! Just weeks after the spat so it’s going to be very hard to believe him.

“I’m sorry Ma. I didn’t mean what I said. Ion care bout all that s__t. It’s you and me baby. I understand you just fine, that’s all that matters.”

Neo has to work overtime to regain your trust and to assure you that he loves every flaw you might have. Now is the time he begins taking your communication skills more seriously.

[tteokdoroki]

🌸 - I just want to establish the following isn’t an attack on all shippers of this ship because not all of you are toxic it’s just that some of y’all scare me;

So I have been having a few mental health issues this week and I have the bkdk tag blocked but I can’t figure out how to block tags on yt and instagram so I literally started crying when I was exposed to it. I experienced a lot of toxicity from them on twt so I can’t even look at the ship but kiribaku has been my comfort ship. Unfortunately because the canon material has been focused on deku and bakugo, which makes me deeply uncomfortable. I don’t have the context but the sheer idea of bakugo having feelings for the nerd, even in subtext makes me physically sick. It’s not that I don’t like deku, it’s just that the ship feels like pseudo incest because in my interpretation they act like brothers. Also the fact that kirishima isn’t really relevant as much anymore bothers me. He’s a good character on his own and I’ve accepted the fact that it won’t be canon because it’s shonen. But after kamijiro (which I also have blocked in tags but don’t mind at the moment) had that out of pocket scene that caused me a literal mental breakdown (long story), my mental health can’t handle the fact that bakugo literally sacrificed himself for deku without even a reference to his CANON BEST FRIEND kirishima. I deeply hope that we get a blatant confirmation that bakugo and deku have a BROTHERLY relationship even if we don’t get any on screen kiribaku crumbs. I want reassurance that bkdk would never happen and for the toxic shippers to stop posting bkdk content under the krbk tags and stop trying to force your ship onto others. I already had a crisis about accidentally falling in love with a fictional character (Denki) and feeling heartbroken but now I have to deal with possible subtextual evidence for bkdks and a lack of krbk content in canon. Please tell me I’m just the subtext wrong and that in context I don’t have to worry. I’m freaking out because I’ve seen krbk solos literally get doxxed on twitter and harassed by toxic bkdks.

listen, im only going to answer this ask/topic once im pretty sure i’ve addressed this with you personally already. this is not the first time I’ve warned you about trauma dumping here but im going to set some boundaries. please don’t do this in my inbox — i don’t know you personally and I’m literally just a girl on tumblr writing porn. i am not your best friend, you cannot dump issues on me like this out of the blue, especially without considering how they make me feel myself. you do not know me.

secondly as a person who regularly engages with both bkdk and krbk content i think this is extremely selfish and ridiculous for you to send this to me 😭 just because YOU had a bad experience with bkdk doesnt mean i should have this projected onto me. i am just a person on tumblr, im not a therapist — i can help with day to day issues but this just seems like something you need to figure out for yourself.

im sorry about the issues you have surrounding it and perhaps the toxic people on Twitter but it seems to me that you need to make the conscious decision to leave bnha Twitter or Twitter in general?? like idk what to tell you but the manga is literally about deku 😭 he’s the protagonist. you’re going to see him and bakugou interact. pseudo incest is literally ridiculous as well. they’re childhood friends ??? like what

im not going to reassure you about krbk this or bkdk that because quite frankly i don’t care. they’re lines on a page to me and its literally never that deep. shipping is meant to be for fun and not to be taken that seriously. i severely suggest that you take a break ?? from all thing bnha related because as you’ve stated it’s not been very good for you and im sorry for that.

i literally cannot even fathom how disrespectful this is 😭 coming to my inbox with no warning and venting like this. genuinely don’t mean to be rude but i have no idea what you expected me to respond with. it’s deeply concerning and literally never do this again. please.

[hislittleraincloud]

Sigh.

I had to explain why Afterburn hasn't been finished yet, so I'll repeat part of how I responded to this really awesome (I mean that...I love all my fans 😭) fan, but here with harsher lang because I have hate for this fucking bitch who hasn't even given me a "Thank you" for anything and has just fucking ghosted me after she got out the last time:

1. The Junkie Neighbor and The Cat. Her fucking going in and out of rehab fucked up my creative process because I had to take care of the cat and her apartment every night for long stretches at a time. I've posted pics of kitty, and will post the last one I think I'll ever take with him (😭😭😭😭😭 I raised him from a kitten) under the cut. This bitch was supposed to be my friend, but she has fucking...problems with herself and her personality disorder. I have zero idea why she hasn't responded and I don't even know where the fuck she is. So if she's reading (I think she knows of this blog), the YOU'RE FUCKING WELCOME, BITCH. And what you're doing right now is fucked up.

2. My 17yo dog is on his last legs. I've written how he's had seizures, but I haven't written how his barking after a seizure can get me a noise complaint from my shitty building manager, so that shit makes me anxious. I hand feed him, I help him get water the same way Peter Griffin helped Old Brian in that cutaway:

I wrap my boy's pills in gummies, not PB and beef 💀

LOL Except I don't have to push his tongue into the water like that. And I have to do it every...day...when he's awake. This is a disruption in my creative process too, because I REALLY wanted to pass out around 4PM today to be able to map and write all night but couldn't because he just would not settle. Dogs with dementia are like people with dementia, but less propensity towards violence when you try to help them (at least my old dogs are...they're small dogs and don't have any teeth left).

I didn't even mention my own health problems, in my explanation about how Afterburn's creation got messed. I've got Stage 4 CKD (kidney disease) and only 1 working kidney (lost the other to cancer in 2016). My kidney issues began when I was in France in 1986 and they failed on me because I ended up having HSP (and the strange nature of HSP and the possibility of certain vaccinations bringing on HSP in a few people has left me practically defenseless against COVID). Another HSP flare up would literally kill me (because there would likely be kidney involvement, and since I only have one left...the first time was Hell on Earth, I was pissing and shitting blood — stool is black when that happens...and my urine was bright red — and my parents thought I was gonna die), but I've been masking since January 2020 and have no intention of unmasking.

Having one kidney leaves me utterly exhausted to do any simple thing, so most of my energy goes to taking care of my boy/my girls. I'm on BP meds, PTSD meds, and pain meds (for chronic pain; I suffered through childhood arthritis that just ended up continuing into my adulthood), and when the Big Pharma pain meds don't work, I use cannabis. I don't really talk about or complain about it as explicitly as I am now bc it's tiring to explain over and over again why I'm a useless sack of 💩. I worked a "normal job" until I couldn't anymore; I am physically disabled.

Besides my seniors, the one other bright spot in my life is the baby. I have an Ask that wants more pics of her (I got it shortly after I posted her "Lookit me, I'm Jenna Ortega 🤓🤓🤓" glasses pic LOL), and I was going to do a whole post on her but I'll just slip a pic or two under the cut with the others.

I'll stop yapping and do that. Dogs under the cut.

This is my life now:

And before anyone gets on me about "HE NEEDS WET FOOD!", he gets wet food, but he likes his dry food. I try to spray it with water for a bit of moisture, but if I spray it too much, he won't eat it.

The orange on his face is pasta sauce (he likes licking cans...and he gets what he wants).🫠 It's sometimes hard to clean. He is always wearing pajamas (he has 6 different ones) and his elephant hoodie (he's got 3 of the same, so I can switch them out). Weird story but...one time several years ago I got him a simple elephant costume (the hood had the trunk, the body was thin jersey material but it also had 4 plush legs and a tail 🤣) and he LOVED it so much that he basically wore it out. He would get sad when it wasn't on him and excited when I would hold it up after it dried/after washing. He's fkn weird, okay? So I looked online to see if I could find another one but instead found the elephant hoodie. It doesn't have legs or a tail, but it has the trunk and it's soft and he likes it as well. Having him clothed really helps when I need to hoist him up onto the couch or help him drink. He doesn't have loose skin and even if he did, I wouldn't want to grab onto skin. It's my job to make him as comfortable as possible, not to hurt him.

Now this little (17yo as well) old lady here:

I inherited her from a nasty (racist) old bat who died right before the pandemic. Bat had CKD as well, but she went into kidney failure at some point after she wouldn't listen to me about fixing her diet (she had uncontrolled diabetes too...her blood sugar was over 400 at one point when I was visiting her at her physical rehab with the dog 😨).

She is blind, but even before she went blind, she was freaky about being handled when she didn't used to be. She can't walk outside because she gets disoriented, so she uses the pee pad set up I have for the seniors. I do love her like my own, as she is my own now (my last screenplay actually features a dog just like her). She was part of the same dog group as my boy in the rescue that I worked at...my other boy from the same rescue passed in 2021 and devastated me. His passing led me to find this little baby here:

She only wears jammies when it's cold in here.

I had never gotten a puppy before, but I was in a really dark place when my other boy died. I was seriously contemplating taking myself out too (God knows I have enough drugs here to do so). But I channeled my grief into cleaning up this place and finding another pomchi/chion (we were never sure what he was, but I think he might've been part Papillon because of his ears/fur/tail)...and I found one, albeit chocolate instead of white. I've had her since she was 8 weeks and a day, and thank the gods that she's the sweetest and pretty low maintenance. I raised her on Harry Potter 1 and 2 and Victoria Stilwell videos, and she somehow picked up what good behavior is vs. bad behavior from the Stilwell videos 😶. She used to howl at Harry Potter during the Neville scenes and the Quidditch matches (and the Mandrakes scene). I didn't want to raise her on Potter, but I chose it because it was kid's thing and as soon as I put it on her eyes were glued to the TV. She also likes Stranger Things and is okay with Wednesday. She's spoiled af, so she's got toys from all of those (she ate off the legs of her fave Harry Potter plush, adores her Eleven squeaky toy, and loves her Enid plush...yes, the Kid Robot one that came in a set with Wednesday and Bianca, the latter of which I kept for myself because it's fkn Bianca).

Anyway. That's what's up with me. I have no one here to help me anymore, so it's just me and the dogs. If I fkn die, no one will find my body for days unless one of the dogs starts barking, and the baby doesn't normally bark (she wheeks like a guinea pig). I will likely ask one of the ficwives if they would be willing to at least know my notes for Afterburn in case something does happen to me. They know the general trajectory of the story for Afterburn 2, so they already know what happens with Wenovan, but they don't know the details of the whole (the Goodmen, Joseph Crackstone & Goody, OG Nightshades (Morticia, Gomez, Larissa, Chancellor, Vincent, Mina (the Twins' mother), Francoise, Osamu (Yoko's father), the Petropoluses, and Grandmama Addams (the oldest living "local" Nightshade)) story. I've yet to decide on a few other Elder Nightshades, but I've got ideas. The Nightshades and Wednesday's power as one are a BIG focus of Afterburn 2, so maybe now you get my irritance at the fkn show deleting 2/3 of them.

My boy's sleeping now so I guess I ought to sleep too, otherwise he'll wake up when I'm about to sleep and THAT fucks me up even more.

ETA: Forgot the pic of the cat.

My buddy, Prince (the name he was given when he was born, so ✨I✨ kept it, but his weirdo mom named him "Tennessee Tuxedo"). Wow, Tennessee... I just now realized that.... To me he will always be Prince Ovaltine of Meowcatsia, a cat who adored playing tag with me. 💔💔💔💔💔

[taegimood]

(edit: pls send me requests omg give me something legit to write about 💀🙏🏼 help)

ok literally no one asked for this but i’ve been asking my moots these questions, so i figured i might as well answer them myself too lol

which member's type do you think you'd be?

which member is closest to your type (bias or not)?

which member do you think you'd be closest with platonically?

which member do you think you'd be the least close with?

1: i think i’d be closest to yeonjun’s type, at least visually.. my primary fashion is grungy street style so i think we have a lot in common style-wise and would vibe hard tbh :3 (but personality-wise..? idk i haven’t thought that far ahead lmao what do you guys think?? would any of them like me o_o)

2: oh man.. this is hard cuz visually i don’t really have one set type, i’m attracted to several different vibes.. but yeonjun cuz of the fashion and fox features, and soobin because ??? look at him ?? kdrama first love coded, periodt. (but they’re all so stunning that if i saw any of them on the street without knowing who they were i’d definitely want their numbers and also their [redacted])

personality-wise… RAHHHH why are these questions so hard i literally suck at making decisions- i’m the one that made these questions too ffs- ok sometimes yeonjun makes me want to shove my hand into his face and PUSH (lovingly. respectfully.) because he’s so Frat Bro Coded sometimes LMAOO 😭 so i think soobin or beomgyu. gyu is INSANE but i think we’d have so much fun together and he can be soft and serious when the time calls for it. i rlly want someone i can be goofy as hell with and gyu def fits the bill. and soobin……. oh, my sweet soobin……. dream man…. he’s so 💖💕💝💘💗 ……. (not me clowning matcha for being biased for gyu in her response while soobin is living rent free in every single one of my answers 🤡) soobin is the Actual Love Of My Life™ and i think we could fit well together in so many ways but 3 things that DEPRESSINGLY make me wonder if we’d work:

i’m also an introvert so i need someone more extroverted than i am to get me out of my shell 😖 biggest one is he said he doesn’t lead in the relationship and lets the girl make all the decisions (i prefer a guy who leads and wants to make decisions together) and he loves physical touch but only when he’s the one giving it 🤨 IM SUCH A TOUCHY CLINGY BITCH SOOBIN PLS LET ME HOLD YOU-

3: this post is so fckn long for no reason why am i such a verbal processor this one is ALSO hard cuz not to sound like a pick-me but i feel like i could be pretty good friends w any of them?? 😭 maybe gyu ??? i’m an introvert so he definitely might get too overwhelming for me at times but i also become a crackhead when i’m with friends i can be myself with who share my humor, so i think when i’m in the right headspace gyu and i could just go crazy together and be goofy asf lol. we could also game together and i could run him into the ground in victory 🫶🏼

but ok yeonjun and i would be such bros together plus he knows what it’s like to live in america so there’s that and fashion to bond over… i could be total gym buddies with taehyun and we’d bounce that dry humor off of each other… just like soobin and kai, i’m a huge anime and video game nerd (could do show and tell w kai and all our plushies too 🫶🏼) so i could game and binge anime for hours and be totally content especially if i’m bonding over it w someone else o_o SOOOOO i feel like i could be friends with all of them but as for besties? not me wanting to pick soobin again i don’t know ���

minji do you literally know anything

4: honestly i think taehyun :((( i just think i have the least amount of things in common with him, that’s all !!! no other reason i still love him sm although i’m also a singer actually (fun fact) so i think we could do such pretty covers together 🥺

anyway this is LONG AS ALL HELL for literally no reason other than the fact that i talk too much lmao so here are the answers that no one asked for 😍

[imagine-knb]

Hey admins! I'm really excited for this event and I was hoping to see if you could match-up my OC to any of the Teikou alumni 😄 Her name is Katsumi (female + she/her) and her MBTI personality type is ENFJ! She's really friendly & can get along well with different types of people. People rely on her a lot since she's hard-working, open-minded, athletic, smart, and a natural leader. She's got a strong sense of justice and refuses to be quiet and submissive, so she dislikes justice and people who contribute to it. She enjoys watching anime, as well as reading manga and novels. On a free day, she'd spend her time indulging in these interests, going cafe-hopping, or drinking with friends. She ends up working in research very close to her advocacies!

I hope this is enough to work with 🥹 Thank you so much, I'm looking forward to what you guys have for my girl, she's my pride and joy and it means a lot to be sharing her lore this way 😭🙏 Wishing everyone the best! 💕

Type of Romance

Enemies to Lovers

How You Two Met

As a young adult, Aomine also takes an interest in going into the justice system as his career, so naturally he and Katsumi would end up in the same circles at some point. Likely through their initial classes.

Katsumi was often outspoken during lessons, answering the professors' questions and challenging opinions that were against her own. He'd normally be the type to ignore that type of person, finding them overbearing and annoying to deal with. But he couldn't help but watch and listen every time she stood from her seat to say her piece. She irked him at first.

Soon enough, he found himself also wanting to challenge Katsumi once in a while. Debating with her, whether they were serious or not, was how he got close to her. Eventually debates turned into teasing remarks, which became the start to a turbulent friendship.

"You don't always have to answer every question the professor asks, you know?" Aomine drawls, casting a tired gaze Katsumi's way. "What are you, a teacher's pet?"

She rolls her eyes at his comments, her lips quirking up into a half smile. She knew how to handle his remarks, giving him a taste of his own medicine. "Just because you're too afraid to ask for clarification doesn't mean I have to be. There's a reason why I'm getting A's and you're getting C's."

Aomine feels his eye twitch at her remark. The lazy stare he had been giving her turns into an annoyed glare, but the grin that spreads out across his lips betray his true emotions. There's a challenge in his eyes that matches her own. He won't back down.

How He Fell For You

A lot of Aomine's initial attraction was purely physical. Katsumi's a beautiful woman with an athletic build, something that Aomine had grown to appreciate past his high school preferences of large chests. And for the longest time, his attraction to her stays purely physical.

Until he hears her getting into a rather heated argument with another person one day.

It's her unwillingness to back down for something she believes in and the spunk she had to keep on fighting that really got to him. He starts to see her in a new light; starts to see her as more than just a pleasant person to look at. He'd never admit it out loud, but Aomine was attracted to strong-willed women (you'd have to be strong-willed to put up with a lot of his attitude). He'd pursued her ever since.

There's a low whistle that interrupts Katsumi's thoughts. She tears her eyes away from the jackass she'd just told off, turning her attention to the tanned man standing beside her. Aomine has a quirk in his brow and a smirk on his face as he asks her, "Did you really have to school him that hard? He's walking away with his tail between his legs."

Instinct and adrenaline tell Katsumi that Aomine's here for a fight as well, so she instantly bites back at him, "Not now, Aomine, unless you want an earful too."

Instead of scaring him off, her quip only has him further interested. "She's got brains and she's feisty." He gives another low whistle. "I like that in a woman."

What a Relationship with Him is Like

It's during the relationship where Aomine learns more about Katsumi. Through dating her, he discovers that she's more than a smart, headstrong woman with a penchant for justice. He becomes privy to her softer side; the side that loves to curl up on the couch with a novel, the side that has the patience of a saint, the side that's like the calm to his storm.

A relationship with Aomine is rough at first. He's argumentive, always wants to be right, but Katsumi's open-mindedness and willingness to work through the bigger issues with him has him growing softer. When he eventually realizes that she's in it for the long haul, he starts changing for the better. For her.

He's a loyal companion who tries to take on her battles, despite knowing she can handle herself most of the time. That doesn't mean he won't call her out on her bullshit however, and he expects her to do the same whenever he needs to be called out as well.

"Why'd you stay with me?"

His question catches Katsumi off guard. She gives Aomine an incredulous look, but once she sees the sincere confusion in his eyes her gaze softens. She knows what he's alluding to — all their fights, arguments, squabbles; all in the past now, but still fresh in his mind. Plaguing him like the thought that she could do so much better with someone else.

She gives him the truth. "Because I knew you could do better." After a moment, she adds, "And because I love you."

Match Up Requests are Closed

[bellewintersroe]

Hiii could i please get a Easy company ship? (romantic and platonic) btw i love your work!!!

I’m a female (she/her) I am energetic, i have big heart, i’m funny I love to chill and listen to music. I have a little bit of a short temper, i’m stubborn, but i’m very loyal and stick up for the people i love, I can be a little emotional at times, i love to cook, i’m a dog lover, and i’m competitive and passionate. I Make up my own rules. i love scary movies. I’m a bit of a germaphobe and maybe little ocd. i’m very short, (5.0) I have brown eyes, wavy light brown hair, big lips, freckles, button nose, and an olive skin tone. I have high standards, i’m sympathetic, i’m an INTP, My hogwarts house is Hufflepuff ( even though i tried to be a slytherin so bad 😭) My love language is physical touch and acts of service, I grew up with brothers so i love watching sports and playing them. I’m a sagittarius, I like to play the piano, and read and write in my free time. and In the summers I love to fish and swim at my boathouse. And springtime is my favorite season.

Hi, thank you for your request, I had so much fun writing this!!! <3

I ship you with… Joe Toye!!

Let me start by saying how underrated Joe Toye is. Like if we’re being real here he’s super fucking attractive, tall, a little rough around the edges, doesn’t come across as a dick at all in any kinda situation.

let’s say if you’re all in camp Toccoa, training in whatever you want or let’s say you just live around there- Joe Toye would be the girl that everybody fancied. Literally they’d be giggling and gazing at him at he did PT.

Would probs not notice this at first- somebody like Bill nudges him and points it out. He smirks omg- but then gets back to what he’s doing a little awkwardly cos I feel like he could be the smallest bit shy??? Honestly who isn’t.

maybe Toye spots you when you and your friends are messing around, you could be having a competition of some sort in the pub in England, and Joe hears you before he sees you. You’re laughing away, getting a little too into the game and he finds himself smiling like a weirdo as his eyes are transfixed on you.

would stop mid conversation because he gets thrown off at how beautiful you are and that happens throughout the relationship.

The first thing he notices is your hair and your stunning features, he’s always been a sucker for girls with freckles and when you guys have conversations, he stares at your lips.

He doesn’t do this on purpose- but literally can’t help it, it’s one thing that really makes you fancy him cos I feel like it would just be so attractive and flirtatious skksiciwokdkfoek.

you’d walk past and his head would follow without gawping, but he realised how short you were and was stunned. Somebody shorter than Perconte?? Wtf.

I feel like he’d approach you after this, I think a lot of the boys would and Joe senses competition and butts in their first. He’d be sweet and charming with his raspy voice, you’d find his short temper funny and when he heard your laughter he could never take anything too seriously.

see’s you outside protecting your friend from some asshole outside and immediately goes into protective mode. See’s how well you can handle it and how truly passionate you are about those around him- this really sends him into overdrive.

I think it would take Toye some time to fall in love/ make things serious. That doesn’t mean he doesn’t know that he loves you, he just wants to draw out this exciting part of his life for as long as possible.

one of your first dates you go to watch a scary movie at the cinema and he’s the one jumping every ten minutes- growing agitated because Luz DEFFO crashes this.

I feel like compared to your more intuitive thinking, he makes more rash and spontaneous decisions. He’s the one probably coming up with date ideas and loves it when you wrap your hand around his arms.

he’d be so muscular and yum omg all the girls would be jealous of you and all the guys would be jealous of him cos what a beautiful couple.

as for your stat signs, Joe’s a Pisces, so just from a little research I can see you guys are in for a long lasting relationship that’s an ‘emotional rollercoaster’. Well when you’re said you can be emotional I thought this linked. Joe’s emotions are something harder to understand, sadness and any negative feeling would convert into anger. This could be a source of arguments for the two of you- but nothing too bad.

In arguments Joe would get all heated and his heart would beat a million miles an hour, deffo has some kinda phobia of losing you, and the war doesn’t make this any easier.

relating back to your compatibility the more you probably communicate with Joe the more you understand things about each other, eg how you handle situations- this makes things a wholeeeee lot easier.

super important after the war when you see him for the first time, he’s so fucking nervous it’s unreal and doesn’t feel good enough for you. I think you’d be super good at talking him out of this mindset and providing the reassurance he needs.

Can be insecure after the war, but this never ever converts into him being controlling or unnecessarily mean.

I feel like Joe wouldn’t have grown up fishing and swimming as often as you (I could be wrong but it fits the narrative lol) so when you first live together and show him all these activities he finds them so exciting no matter how grumpy he might seem.

gets sunburnt on the boat and doesn’t catch a single fish the first time you two go out.

you’re the one rubbing aloe Vera all over him as he complains about how stupid it all was. He deffo takes you back for a redo weeks later because he’s scared he’s ruined it for you.

You’d just be a super fucking cool couple, there’d be so much depth and enjoyment to your relationship, I feel like the flirting would never stop. The two of you have a real spark that everybody can see.

also if you want a dog, don’t tell him just turn up with one or two and force him to be open minded about pets cos I feel like he’d hate the thought of having one until he actually gets one lmao.

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I ship you platonically with… George Luz!

George would deffo annoy both you and Toye until he forces a friendship onto you.

he is irresistible tho you can’t deny it so I feel like you’d find yourself laughing along with whatever story he was saying and Joe would somewhat death glare you because you’re in the middle of making out- George don’t cock block me pls!

would tell Joe off if he ever upsets you.

would steal you candy bars, definitely and then throw them at your head.

I don’t think George would be a very huggy friend? I think he’d feel like he was overstepping boundaries and he’d make it clear to everybody especially Toye that he had the most respect for your relationship.

your friendship probably gets more serious when at war, there’s always a hint of playfulness there but the two of you can always tell when the other is just feeling down by looking at the other person.

george would laugh if something like a cute animal made you cry.

George would probably cry if you cried out of sadness.