#anyways i'm tired and stressed asf !!

[aleixis]

isagi's the sweetest bf ever, and never forgets to get you flowers on anniversaries !!

even though he's stuck in blue lock, he always makes sure to deliver flowers to your house when the one year mark comes around <3 he'll spend the little free time he has on his phone, scouring through the collection of flowers at shops near your house and nearly dropping his phone on his face out of shock for how high shipping is, but he'll endure through !

he'll even consult the opinions of his fellow teammates, taking every chance he has to shove his phone into hiori or kurona's face, asking what they thought of a different shade of pink for the 4th time in a row. they might be a tiny bit sick of him constantly fawning over you, him constantly talking about you to them, but that doesn't mean he'll ever stop; over his dead body he wouldn't.

with the ring of a doorbell, you find a delivery worker with a large bouquet of multi-colored tulips on your doorstep. he asks, "from an isagi yoichi?" you smile in response, thanking him and taking the bouquet into your arms. the bouquet came with a small note attached, reading, "roses are red, violets are blue, no matter what flower, i choose you!"

bonus — your parents constantly tease you for the comically large bouquet you got from yoichi, and you still have no clue how he had the money to buy and ship a bouquet of that size !!

taglist : @why2277 @koffeekat @skullvgirl @saioratral @fishii28

[patscorner]

What Love Broke

Summary: You and your girlfriend go through a rough patch

wc: 2,144

Contains: angst, couple kisses, reader petty asf

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You don't exactly remember what started the argument, but you knew it had escalated far more than it should've.

“I'm just saying- it's so unfair how you can't manage to come to a single one of my games when I've been to every one of yours!”

“Oh, I'm sorry that I'm busy with actual things to do. Maybe if you played an actual sport, I'd come to one!” Neshy shouted back at you, her accent thick.

Things have been tense for a while between you and Ines, the stress of your upcoming softball tournament and her basketball tournament stopping you from seeing each other. The wall between you two was built by two people who were so in love that it was painful.

Now here you both are, arguing in front of your closest friends, desperately trying to hold onto the last string that connected your hearts.

“What is that supposed to mean?!”

Ines’s face flashed a twinge of regret, but quickly recovered. “Nothing, look-”

“No, I fucking knew it! I knew that's why you never came to games. You weren't busy, you just didn't fucking care!”

The evening started fine, some of the team gathering in Paige’s dorm to hang out before practice the next morning. Ines had been unusually cold, and everyone noticed her icy demeanor. It was embarrassing for you, so you tried to subtly ask if you'd done something, only to be met with the same frozen heart.

You tried to let it go, but as the night went on, you’d had enough. You had dragged her into a separate room in an attempt to fix whatever you had broken.

Which led you to now, the pair of you, face to face, shouting at each other.

“I care! All I do is care! You're so fucking ungrate-”

“Bullshit, Neshy!” You ran your hand over your face, a weak attempt to calm yourself.

“How can you call me ungrateful when all-”

“Because, with all I do in this relationship, you don't do anything to match it!” her accent ringing through the air thickly.

“With all you do?!! What about all the time I've put in?! All the time spent watching your fucking games, instead of doing homework of my own! All the times I've stayed up going to games, then going to an afterparty, just to watch you get drunk!” your voice shakes at this, but it doesn't matter, not to her anyway.

“Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't know it was such an inconvenience for you to support your girlfriend!” Ines had been pacing this whole time, clearly overwhelmed, and normally you'd respect it. You drop it and pick it up later, but this time, this time, she was gonna listen to what you had to say.

You scoff out a dry laugh. “It's not an inconvenience, Ines, it's just not reciprocated. And until you figure that out, don't bother coming.” You turn to face the door, tired of this argument, tired of fighting, tired of this.

“So that's it?! We're gonna leave it like this?!” She asked, her voice carrying a different kind of weight to it.

“I'm tired, Neshy. I can't keep fighting you like this.” You say spinning around.

She's quiet for a bit, clearly thinking of where to go from here. You can almost hear her thoughts, her face flipping through emotions, until she picked one. The same one she's had all day.

“Don't come to any of my games, then.” She hissed out.

Your heart stuttered, but you didn't let her see that. “Okay.” Is all you say before you turn around and leave, closing the door behind you.

You walk out, finally allowing the tears to fall before remembering you weren't in your own dorm, meeting the eyes of your girlfriend's teammates.

Their eyes carry pity and sympathy as they reach yours.You wipe your eyes before grabbing your phone and mumbling a goodbye.

It's a day before the game between Uconn and Syracuse, the second round of the NCAA Tournament. It's been 3 days, 13 hours, 6 minutes, and 40 seconds (but who's counting) since you've talked to Ines. During those painful hours, you've left your dorm once. One to return a notebook to Paige that you'd borrowed for math help.

You'd seen your girlfriend around campus a couple of times, but quickly avoided her gaze. Your entire goal was to cool off before you went to the game the next day, but that plan failed when you returned to your dorm to your room unlocked.

At first, you panicked, but when you saw Ines in the kitchen, you let out a breath of relief. You set your keys on the counter and your bags on the floor.

“What're you doing here?” You ask softly.

She yelps, putting her hand on her chest. “Jesus, you scared the fuck outta me.”

“Sorry.” you mumble.

“It's okay.”

The silence between you both is not the comfortable one you were used to. This silence was loud, filled with the unspoken words of your hearts. You stare at your feet, avoiding the intense gaze from Neshy.

“What're you doing here?” You repeat.

“I-I, uh, left my jersey here. I didn't think you'd be home soon.” she whispers the last part.

You raise your eyebrows. “So that's why you're in my kitchen?”

Her eyes widened. “Wha- oh, uh. I jus- I noticed your Brita was out of water, so I was just filling it up.”

Your heart shattered. Even after all the fighting you two have done, she still shows that she cares.

You nod. “Thank you, that's- that's very sweet.”

She just hums in acknowledgement, before grabbing her jersey off the counter and heading for the door. You watch her as she turns around to you.

“Are you coming to the game?”

“Oh-uh. I don't know.” You whisper.

“Please.” She begs.

“Neshy.”

“Jus- think about it. Please. I need you there.”

You sigh. “I'll see.”

“Okay.” She opens the door, but turns around and walks back towards you, pulling you into her chest by your waist.

Her lips interlock with yours briefly, a silent plea for you to go.

“I love you.” she whispers.

“I love you, too.” you smile sadly.

And with that, she walks out and closes the door behind her.

Tomorrow comes sooner than you wish, and so does the game. After careful consideration, (and a long conversation with Nika) you decide to go to the game. Even though you were still upset, and the relationship was far from fixed, Ines was your girlfriend, and you were going to support her, regardless of hurt feelings. Plus, you were still friends with the rest of the girls, and wanted to support them as well.

You still didn't want to talk to Neshy, and you made it a goal to avoid her at all costs. At that point, you knew you were being petty, but you didn't care.

Uconn won the game, Ines scoring three 3s and getting a crucial steal at the end of the third quarter. Even though her head was elsewhere, she played well. As you sit in the stands, you help but feel disappointment. She never cared enough to come to one of your games. She never experienced being in the stands, cheering on her girlfriend like you had. She had no idea what that was like and didn't seem to care to find out. Regardless, you couldn't help but feel your heart swell with pride for her. You considered staying and waiting for her, like you usually do. You were undoubtedly happy for her, but she hurt you. You wanted to stay. You wanted to hug her and whisper her congratulations. You wanted to kiss all the angry words you'd exchanged away. That's what you wanted.

But what you needed to do was protect your peace. You needed her to care. You needed 50-50, not 75-25. You needed change. Something had to change.

Your heart fought with your feet as you walked out of the stadium, nobody stopping you.

A knock sounded startled you awake. You groaned as you rolled over, ignoring the interruption of your sleep. Well, you tried, but it didn't work, as whoever it was, knocked again. You grumbled as you rolled out of bed, cursing whoever woke you up at– you check your phone –3:23am.

You swing the door open, to see none other than your girlfriend, and boy, did she look pissed. Her eyes were red and puffy, and bags stark against her pale skin.

“Where were you?” She demands.

“Ines, it's three thirty in the fucking morning. Do you really want to do this right now?”

“You seriously didn't come? I thought you'd be mature enough to put one stupid fight behind us, but you clearly aren't. Like, I'd love to hear the reasoning.”

“Neshy-”

“No, no, actually, never mind. I don't wanna hear whatever your bullshit excuse would be.”

“Ines.” she was spiraling right in front of you, and it was the hardest thing for you to watch.

“I don't even know why I came here. You probably don't even have a good reason. As a matter of fact, I wouldn't be surprised if you forgot.” She rambles. “I can't do this, goodnight.”

And with that she walked away. You contemplated letting her go. She told you what she was thinking, and she seemed pretty sure of herself. But you shook your head, clearing them of those thoughts. She didn't mean it, and you both knew that. You knew that if you let her leave, she might not ever come back.

You stepped out of your dorm in your her large tee-shirt and sweats. “I was at the game.” You call after her. She pauses before looking back at you. She'd made it halfway down the hall at that point. Damn that athletic speed.

“W-what?” Her eyes twinkle with surprise and her eyebrows furrow.

“Come inside.” You say, moving to make room for her in the doorway. You watch her as she walks back to you, pausing for a moment, seemingly looking for permission. The politeness is foreign to you, but you respect it.

You nod before following her inside. She walked into your dorm, and stood at the island.

You wordlessly walk to the refrigerator and get the Brita filter that she'd filled, pouring you both glasses of water. You walk up to her, chest to chest, and set the glass on the table. You look at her, and wipe her tears gently. You feel her hands hesitantly hover over your waist. You almost roll your eyes. It didn't have to be like this.

“You came…? But I didn't see you, a-and you didn't say hi after.”

“I know. I'm sorry. I should've said hi, but I was still pissed.” You whisper, wrapping your arms around her neck.

You both look at each other for a beat before you speak again.

“It can't be like this.” She hums and nods in agreement. “I know.”

“I just need fifty-fifty. I understand if you don't have time during the week, you're an athlete, I'm an athlete, and it's bound to happen. I get all of that. But it can't be like this.” You gesture between the two of you.

Ines nods again. “Okay. I'm sorry. I'm just stressed, I didn't mean anything I said, I was just upset.” She mutters shamefully.

“I know.” You say leaning close to her. Your lips ghost across hers and your heart pounds at the way her breath hitches.

Ines pushes her lips against yours, whining so quiet you almost miss it. Almost.

You break the kiss, locking eyes with her once again. “It's late. Let's go to bed. We can talk in the morning.” You whisper. She nods and you can see the exhaustion set in. She probably hasn't slept in days.

You lead her to your room, falling into the familiar rhythm that is cuddling. You face her as she wraps her arms around your waist, your face buried in the crook of her neck. You listen to Ines take a deep breath, inhaling your scent as if you'll disappear. You press a kiss on her collarbone, humming.

“Neshy?” You whisper. She opens one eye, grunting in acknowledgment.

“You ever yell at me in front of the team again, I will beat your ass.” You smile, but she knows you're dead serious.

“No need, KK said she'd beat my ass if I ever made you cry again.” You let out a soft giggle, moving impossibly closer to her.

“Good.”

“Mhm.” She mumbles, closing her eyes once again. You shift up to kiss her lips before returning to your previous position. “Goodnight, baby.”

“Goodnight, my love.”

Even though your relationship was far from fixed, there's no harm in a night's sleep before you mend what love broke.

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[maehwajuuuu-chu]

[Aki • Kumiki Master]

"I...can't remember your name," Aki finally murmurs out, sedatives slurring her speech. "Your face is hard to remember too." The teenager looks back at her, bitterness twisting across his tired eyes. Fingers fiddle with the empty Inazuman vision frame, while the swallows faintly sing outside the window. The scent of rain lingers around the room — it had just stopped storming after all. Suddenly, a brilliant blue sky blooms in her hazy mind with childish laughter ringing amongst the dancing sakura petals. A boy jumps around with a wooden katana with an oversized hat propped on his silvery hair. "I, Ronin Rai of Narukami Island will overthrow the evil tyrant of the sea!" "Rai," she mutters, her gaze trailing to the silver locks that were twined into a thick braid. "I remember a boy with that name, he looked a lot like you...Is that you? Rai?" The boy's lips twitch — unlike the younger memory's sunny grin, they were unsmiling and chapped. Cold. "No, he was a character from a story we used to act out as kids." His gaze is fixed on the empty vision frame, knuckles almost growing white as fingers angrily curl around the frame. "But, if that's the only thing left of me in your memories, sure." Narrow violet-blue eyes meet Aki's own; bittersweet defeat and sorrow weighing in his expression. "I'm Rai." - - -

A/N: Man. Aki's splashart was one heck of a challenge (not good with glass) and probably one of the most stressful ones (I really went ah yes simple design, what if I make her splashart complex asf and proceeded to wither over it for nearly a month). There are still aspects that I am not fully satisfied with the splashart, but it was definitely an experience that was very beneficial for me!! And honestly, I do like it overall!! ANYWAYS, now lore is gonna get rolled out slowly eheheh — Aki is one of my favourites within the plotline and AUGH I need to hold myself back from yapping too much about her otherwise I'm spoiling the fic She's highly not ok, but she is trying with her equally also not ok wife (Seiren) -> Got the drip marketing background from @/chie_zuu on twitter! -> Got the wish background from @/Yumisarat on twitter!

-> Found the paper sheet online! (added the effects and etc myself ehe)

[im-yn-suckers]

ink

pairing-bf niki x gf reader

warnings-kisses, lotssssss, both of yall are soft asf, reader is up at 11 and niki gets home from dance practice at that time, crying, mention of snot, cuddles, mention of s*gag* sch*gag* school.*gag* not proofread bc im lAzy, lmk what i missed

why are you up at 11 with your computer on right in front of you? because of your fucking professor. yes, yesterday you had to miss class because you overslept. like its not your fault that school starts at 6 and they give you homework that takes you hours to do. anyway, according to your friends, you had an essay due tomorrow so you only had one day to work on it.

your pens and pencils were scattered all over the table. your notebook was open and your notes were written messily due to you being extremely tired. sticky notes on the edge of your laptop and notes.

dry tears stained your face and left a pink tint. your lips and mouth were sore from having them scrunched. your eyes were puffy, and your nose with snot coming out of it. you reached for your tissue, and placed it in the trash next to you, after cleaning your nose.

a minimum of 1,000 words for your essay, 100 done. stress was going in through the front door, sadness through the back and exhaustion through the windows.

you looked up to the ceiling to prevent crying, almost there. you can do it, you know you can. so why are you telling yourself you cant. it was dark out and you could barely see. 100 words, 10 tear stained tissues, and one coffee later, you took a two minute break. not enough. tears ran down your face while typing, your hands cramping and at the very moment you let out a sob-

-"Y/N!!! im home and i have some sna- baby, whats wrong?"- even though he was tired at this hour, he was always energized to see your face. he dropped the bags of snacks and drinks on the floor and went to hug you.

he saw your laptops screen, tissues, notes, pens and tear stained pages and started to peck your scalp.

-"its ok, my love. you'll be ok, i'm here. nothings going to happen"- he reassured you, rubbing your back and pressing kisses to your forehead.

he closed your laptop notebook and pencil case, wiped your tears, and put it all in a pile to the side. he put the snacks and drinks on the table.

after a bit of eating, laughing and reassuring, you told him your essay was due tomorrow. he set your stuff up and told you to take deep breaths to calm down before starting again.

you had one paragraph left, you're almost there. you can do it. you set your hand on the table to look through your notes. niki grabbed a pen and your hand. he started to doodle some weird figures. little giggles escaping his lips. he switched the color to red, holding your hand down so you wont look

you wondered what he was doing. he smirked mischievously, put the pen back and laid his head on the table to avoid your eyes.

you looked at your hand and saw two stick figures in black ink. they were holding hands and had big smiles on their face. in red ink, there was a heart surrounded by 5 little ones. flowers in the background as well.

you looked over at niki who was looking at you. he blinked in awe and you finished your essay. you closed you laptop and put everything in your backpack. you walked over to your room while niki was getting ready to sleep.

you looked at your hand again and nik just stood at the door frame. you quickly finished getting ready and laid down. niki plopped himself on top of you playfully, filling your room with laughter.

-"i'm so proud of you baby. i love you"- he said, kissing your head

-"i know, i love you too"- he leaned forward and kissed you softly.

he held you close to him and kissed you passionately. he fell asleep after a few seconds and you looked at your hand once more. you kissed his nose and fell asleep on his arms

an: wow, its longer than usual. woohoo. slayyy fr. sunghoon drabble coming soon yall

[lains-reality]

hey lain! im so sorry if this post is long asf but i just spent like 25+ minutes reading your posts and replies to anons. i (well ego, actually) has spent every day since she learned about non-dualism seeking something that would "click." she was desperately trying to find what she needed to do to realize self, because as much as she told herself in her mind that she understands non-dualism, she really wasn't understanding. so anyway, she basically just had this feeling of "i'm done trying. this is exhausting and i'm so damn tired of this. there's nothing to try. the fact that i desire things and want to understand things etc., is all irrelevant." so with that, she started scrolling thru your posts, reading them fully rather than skimming them (she's lazy and doesn't like reading all the way, she always just skimmed long posts💀💀)

she just wanted the most simplest understanding on what to do and now she knows that it's literally just to stop identifying with ego. so i, my actual self, literally does not need to ask questions. i do not wonder what to do, all thoughts of "what do i have to fix" is ego. i do not have to convince ego that i am not her because... she isn't real and self doesn't think anyway, so anytime i have one of those exhausting mind battles where i think i'm telling ego that everything is fake and an illusion, i just need to remember that both of those thoughts are literally the ego. so feeling like i need to read more information, or i need to convince myself of something, will always be the ego, not ME. ALL THAT I NEED TO DO IS NOT IDENTIFY WITH EGO.

and let me tell you, i paused reading for a sec to "test it" (not necessarily testing anything but i was just getting into the feeling of not identifying) and i genuinely felt the difference. like i felt what i was supposed to, the freedom and desirelessness yk? every thought in my mind, every feeling i had, any desire i was thinking about "getting" i just said quietly said in my head, not me. that's all ego. and i didn't bother convincing or reassuring myself like "see its just ego so relax, okay i don't need to worry. i'm not ego! remember that!" because the only thing that ever needs reassurance is ego, and reassuring her is identifying with her. i didn't bother trying to "believe" anything because i knew anything further was ego. and if i am not ego, it is absolutely pointless to do anything more than just observe the thoughts and let it pass. i'd be holding my own self back from freedom by doing anything more than observing and letting it pass.

basically i just wanted to share that, because i got this giddy and relieving feeling because i know exactly what i need to do. it's not even something i "need to do", it's not a process, it's just a simple look at anything that makes me feel not free or like i'm desiring and thinking "not me, just ego." and moving on! i already feel less stressed because i'm not trying to achieve desires, i don't feel desire, ego does, but i'm not her so i don't have to fix it or remove the desire, i just let it pass on. i feel so relaxed now and just empty (in a good way. i'm emptied of hopelessness, desire, confusion) the "click" ego wanted so bad is basically this. and its so SIMPLE. i know that the habit of identifying is still kinda there for me though, but understanding the simplicity of this now and not feeling the need to search for "what to do" is gonna make it so easy to break the habit once and for all. thank you so much for your posts lain sincerely. i might delete tumblr to avoid the ego's habit of mindlessly opening the app and scrolling for hours cuz she thinks she needs to find the secret krabby patty formula to realizing self but at the same time your page brings such a comforting and safe feeling that i love 💙💙💙

i'm so glad you understand! it's good that you finally practised, you can read everything and get nowhere if you don't take the leap ♡

keep going!

[skzhua]

mornings with you ('your eyes' series)

♡ "Come live with me."

pairing: hwang hyunjin x reader.

genre: fluff, slice of life, neighbour!AU, suggestive.

word count: 9,321

warnings: swearing, cheesy asf.

summary: you've been living in the same apartment building for years now. everything has always been to your comfort; no noisy neighbour, no argument with the landlord, a cozy neighbourhood... when you've come to the realization you could not pay for your sweet home anymore, your friendly neighbour suggests a plan for you to stay. are you going to say no to the handsome man with many charms? of course not.

SERIES MASTERLIST

Your pen was rolling off your desk, yet again. With a small groan, you bent down to pick it up, your friend Dahye giving you an annoyed look. The class was three hours long, and with already two hours in, you couldn't wait until it was finished. As an attempt to occupy yourself, you had been playing with your coloured pens and had dropped a few of them in the process. Dahye had given you the death glare each time and you couldn't do much else than smile apologetically. As the teacher kept talking, you drew your attention on your notebook where you had drawn small sketches over the last few weeks. Inspecting your poorly drawn flower, your brought your pencil to it and started to form some shading. Focused on your work, you did not hear your teacher calling you out. Much to her exasperation, Dahye nudged your arm making you shoot your head up.

"Sorry, what?"

The professor sighed in disappointment before repeating. "I asked if you could explain the meaning of Hamlet."

Completely clueless, you stared at her as confusion spread across your face. Seeing that you did not know the answer, she asked another student which made you relax before going back to your drawing.

The class finished sooner since the professor ended it by giving you your next assignment. English literature was either your best subject or your worst depending on the teacher. This semester, it was clearly your weakest one so far. Can you blame yourself when the class was three hours with a boring woman speaking monotony in front of you?

It took you some time to gather your belongings while your friend waited, tapping her foot on the ground. Your bag all packed, you pointed to her foot with a confused look.

"What?" she said nervously in defense. "I'm stressed."

"You're always stressed." you snarked at her as you headed out of the classroom. "It's just a small assignment, nothing to worry about."

"Small? Y/N, this grade counts for 20% of the semester. If I fail this, I'm failing the course. My parents are going to kill me if that happens." she frantically explained, but you rolled her eyes at her dramatic behaviour.

"Says the girl who has perfect marks."

She kept on ranting, but you were not listening to her anymore. You reached your shared locker to get your hoodie before you walked together to the bus stop. You could not wait to arrive home to drop on your bed while watching a movie. You could only imagine the warm bowl of popcorn filled with butter with a beverage on the side. While daydreaming, Dahye's stopped on her tracks, frustrated with how you paid no attention to her.

"Y/N." she nagged, waking you up from your trance.

"I'm sorry." you smiled weakly. "The class was so boring, it tired me."

"Right, now let me guess. You're going home to do nothing of your evening?" You grinned at her guess, but she didn't copy your expression. "I don't understand why you got a dorm apartment for yourself when you could have a simple dorm. You barely get out of your room, anyway."

"And I keep telling you on how I like my place. The building is quiet enough, unlike yours."

The conversation was cut quickly when her bus pulled over in front of you two.

"I'm going to study at the coffee shop tomorrow, you're coming?" she asked, but you shook your head as a no. "Alright, I'll see you next week, then. Have fun alone, tonight!"

"Thank you, Dahye." you faked a smile as she got on the bus.

Your apartment was in the closest dorm building on campus. The landlord was not originally part of the school, but they made arrangements to accept students to reduce the fees. This made this even better. You had a wide place for yourself for half the price on the usual market. No matter how much Dahye was going to mock you for living on your own, you liked your home so much. You liked how close it was to the campus and how it was peaceful although the fact that all tenants were young adults who liked to party. One thing you had grown fond of was the cute art major student who lived at the end of your hallway. From the few conversations you'd had with him, you learned he was renting the place to make himself a small art studio. You admired the passion he held for this hobby of his. You wouldn't say you were close to the guy, but you were civil to each other. In fact, you used your hospitality many times to come to his help.

When the elevator opened when it reached your floor, you were more than happy to see the young man, who was struggling to open his front door. You chuckled from the sight, being far enough so he couldn't hear you.

"Hyunjin." you said loud enough for him to turn his attention to you.

He smiled while trying to hide his distressed look from his fight with his door lock. "Hey, Y/N!"

"Are you alright?" you chuckled again.

With a sigh, he gave up trying to look normal as worry creeped back on his face. "Honestly, no. I think I mixed up my keys with my sister's again, cause I can't open it. I'll have to ask her to come over... again."

If Hyunjin had the looks of a prince, his younger sister had the features of a goddess. Hyunjoo was, unarguably, one of the most attractive girls to have stepped foot in the college. Hyunjin was already famous among the students, so his sister entering the same school had been a big deal. You were one of the few lucky ones to be able to talk to him on a daily basis. Not like it mattered to you. For you, Hyunjin was simply this clumsy boy with a big heart. Cute.

"You can come in while waiting for her." you suggested, but he moved his hands as to refuse your offer.

"You already did this last time, I don't want to be a bother."

"You're not a bother at all."

Still reluctant, he agreed nonetheless and followed you behind to get in your place. Luckily, you had cleaned around the day before, so it wasn't as much of a mess. Being used to it by now, Hyunjin made himself home by sitting on your couch, pulling out his phone to text his sister. In the meantime, you served him a glass of water and he gave you a warm smile as a thank you.

"She said she should be here in about 15 minutes." he said while turning off his phone to put it aside.

"Good." You sat down next to him. "I was about to continue this drama I started last week. Wanna watch it with me?"

"Sure." he shrugged his shoulder.

You started to play the series on your TV, and got up to go make yourself some popcorn. You would have made Hyunjin a bowl, but if he wasn't going to be staying for more than 15 minutes, you would have made it for nothing. He commented on the characters and asked you a few questions about the plot since you were already halfway through the show.

It didn't take long when you heard a knock on your door, a cue for your neighbour that it was time to leave. You opened the door to the, now familiar, girl who was glaring at her brother, unimpressed.

"Hi, Y/N! Thank you so much for giving shelter to my dumbass of a brother." she smiled kindly to you. "I don't know how you mix up our keys all the time, stupid." she snorted at the man, not forgetting to hit his arm.

Hyunjin flinched at the contact and stared down in shame. "Sorry." he mumbled. "Thanks again, Y/N. I'll see you around." he gave you a soft smile.

"Anytime." you laughed. "Bye, Hyunjoo! It was nice to see you again."

The girl waved you goodbye as she dragged Hyunjin behind, nagging at his clumsiness. You watched them go for a few seconds before closing the door. Hearing the noise from your TV, you suddenly remembered you had a night in for yourself to attend to. Without losing another second, you brought your popcorn with you to watch your drama.

Romance was something you believed to be rare. From past experiences, you could say for sure that none of the gestures your favourite actors were doing for their partner on screen could be seen in real life. Part of you wanted to believe you could have this kind of dynamic with a significant other, but life showed you otherwise. Your past partner, Minho, was close to being your dream man. However, his detached personality could not fit with yours and resulted to multiple arguments. Since then, you had not put yourself out there. You were fine with being single, most of the time. But when you were watching your romcoms, that's when you would be longing to have this in your life.

After a few tears dropping from your eyes and two episodes watched in a row, you glanced at the pile of clothes overflowing your laundry basket. Maybe it was time for you to clean your clothes. For once, you decided to be responsible and grabbed the basket as you left your flat. The common laundry room was rather spacious. Mostly, it was a spot where you liked to interact with your neighbours. You might had been hoping that you would meet Hyunjin again, but to your small deception, you met eyes with Jeongin when you opened the door.

"Ah, you." you joked and the younger boy gasped, offended.

"Sorry I'm not Mr. Handsome."

You picked the washing machine next to his and started to load it. "I'm joking, you're handsome too." you smiled.

"I know." he smiled back. "Jisung told me Hyunjin got stuck outside his place again."

"Right. I had to let him squat at mine."

"That's twice in a month! I'm starting to think he does this purposely."

"Don't be stupid. Hyunjin is too preoccupied with his art or school that it makes sense he's being clumsy." you shrugged, closing the machine and starting it.

Jeongin's started to beep as a sign that his batch of laundry was done. After gathering his clothes (and his roommate's), he started to fold them lazily.

"Did you ask Jisung to take turns with the chores?" you questioned as you observed him.

"I did, but you know him. He stays inside all day and doesn't go out unless I force him to."

"Poor you."

As he finished placing the clothes back in his basket, he waved you goodbye and headed out of the room. As for you, you waited for the machine to be done by scrolling through TikTok. You didn't want the app, initially, but your psychology project partner, Felix, had insisted for you to download it. You would never admit it to him, but you became addicted to it. It helped you pass time, especially at times like this one.

An hour or so passed before your clothes were dried and folded. Walking out, you stumbled on your feet clumsily and lost your balance. Cursing at yourself mentally, you didn't even try to get your balance back and you let yourself fall. When your body stopped mid-fall, you let out a breath in relief.

"Be careful." a soft voice spoke and you recognized it almost immediately.

Getting back on your feet, you grinned at the sight of the man. He had changed into a more comfortable outfit: a pair sweatpants and an oversized t-shirt. No matter what he wore, he looked good.

"Thanks." you said shyly.

As he was about to say something, you took off rapidly and ran to the elevator. His gaze lingered to your direction as he let out a small huff. You were one of a kind, for sure.

Psychology class was only fun because Felix was in it and brought you brownies. The moment you learnt he had the hobby of baking, you begged him to bring you some of his pastries each time he would make them. Thankfully, he was too sweet of a guy to say no, and he started to do so since the beginning of the semester. People got the word about his baking skills and started to request baked goods from him, and he accepted. The infamous brownie boy was your creation and you could say you were proud.

When you saw a tupperware on your desk, you had never sat down on your seat so quickly. Morning class could not be boring if you had food along with it.

"What did you make, this time?" you asked Felix while you hopped up and down on your chair.

"Chocolate chips cookies. I'm trying to convince Hyunjoo that I'm a good baker, but the woman is hard to please." he let out a heavy sigh.

Although Felix had never told you explicitly he liked the girl, it was more than obvious. You could not blame him, you had a thing for one of the Hwang siblings as well.

"I'm not complaining if that results into more desserts." you said and took a bite of a cookie, moaning at the delicious taste.

Felix shot you a disgusted look. "I get that they are good, but don't make those sounds..."

"You should just take the compliment instead."

"Y/N, Felix." the professor glared at you. "Class has started."

"Sorry." Felix bowed his head before nudging your leg with his foot.

You held in a laugh as you almost choked on your cookie. Yeah, psychology class with Felix were fun. Until they were not.

The teacher allowed you to work in teams to complete the exercices and you instinctively paired up with your freckled friend. Obviously, you did most of the work, but he had brought you food so you weren't complaining. Just as you thought this course was getting pleasant, Felix had to drop a bomb on you.

"I invited Minho to eat with us."

Pausing on your writing, you looked up at your friend with a frown. "Minho, as in Lee Minho?" He nodded. "Felix, what were you thinking?" you almost yelled, but kept your tone normal since you were in class.

"I bumped into him this morning and he was talking with Hyunjin. I asked Hyunjin for some help with his sister so we agreed to eat together to talk about it. Minho has his break too, so he would tag along." he justified, but you weren't having it.

"I haven't adressed a word to him for a year, man." you whined.

"Look at the bright side, Hyunjin is going to be there." he wiggled his eyebrow.

While his crush on Hyunjoo was obvious, yours on Hyunjin was just as much apparently. However, you had avoided him since that time he had caught you from falling, too embarrased to face him again. You gave in after more bickering, determining that one lunch break with your ex wasn't that bad... No, you were definitely only doing this because Felix was your only friend in college other than Dahye and the latter had classes only in the afternoon, allowing her to sleep in. Thus, he was the only social interaction you could get and you weren't enough of a loser to eat alone in self pity.

Lunch time arrived and you followed Felix to the usual table you both would take. On his phone, he texted the two others about your location so they could join you. You were not as hungry as usual since you had stuffed your belly with Felix's cookies, so you watched him pull out his bento box where he had packed fried chicken as a meal.

"Did you cook that?" you nodded your head towards the meat.

"Seungmin did."

You could see how a roommate was useful. They could be making food or doing the laundry for you. Even though the idea was appealing, you were still content that you had a place for yourself. Sharing an apartment with someone was a no-no for you. And seemingly, sharing a table was just as much. You saw the two men approaching from behind your friend and you could already feel that the vibe was off. Minho sat next to Felix while Hyunjin took the spot next to you.

"Lee." you said in a passive aggressive tone.

"Hi." he replied coldly.

"You two know each other?" Hyunjin asked, having no idea on why there was such a tension.

"More or less." Minho shrugged before stealing a piece of chicken from Felix. You scoffed at his action, which only made him glare at you.

"Okay..." Felix trailed off before coughing to fill in the awkwardness. "So, Hyunjin. How's Hyunjoo?"

"You saw her yesterday, no?"

He blushed at the remark. "Right. Did she like my cookies?"

Hyunjin shrugged his shoulders while munching on the sandwich he had just unwrapped. "I don't know, we don't really talk. But if you want one advice, stop being a try hard. She likes soft boys."

"But I'm a soft boy..?" he mumbled before looking at you in search of any agreeing. Instead, he found you still exchanging glares with Minho. "Y/N?"

"Yeah, yeah, you're a soft boy, Lix..." you agreed carelessly.

Hyunjin was still confused and observed the staring contest more attentively. "Are you two okay?" he dared to ask.

"I guess." you shrugged. "Are we?"

"Depends. Am I too distant to be around?" Minho spat out.

Your eyes widened at his words. He did not just say that. "Am I too clingy to be around?"

In panic, Felix quickly spoke to change the subject. Luckily, Minho didn't seem in the mood to argue more and he went back to eating in silence. After more of Felix's uninteresting story-telling, you've had enough of the weird atmosphere. It was probably time you buried the hatchet with your ex.

"Min." you interrupted your friend, who sent you an offended look. Minho hummed, but he was visibly taken aback by the nickname you used. "Are we okay? I mean, for real."

His ears got red, which you took as a good sign. "I mean, I never was actually mad at you." he admitted. "I figured you wanted space after we broke up."

"Yes, but I did tell you I wanted to remain friends. So, are we good? I'm sorry for my petty comments earlier."

Even more startled, he awkwardly nodded. "Yeah, I'm sorry too. We're good, don't worry."

He managed a small smile that you returned. The weight had came off your shoulders and you could feel yourself lighter. You felt someone looking at you and you realized it was Hyunjin, still in confusion.

"Ah, we used to date." you explained briefly and he nodded.

"You have something here." He reached his hand to your mouth, rubbing at the corner of your lips with his thumb. "There you go. I think it was chocolate." he laughed nervously.

Eyes wide opened, you turned to look at Felix who was pressing his lips together, restraining himself from smirking at you.

"Thanks." you coughed.

This scenario was oddly similar to your last interaction with him. Trying to contain the blush creeping on your face, you stole a chicken piece from Felix as a distraction. Heads up: it did not work as Hyunjin was still staring at you.

Great.

"The deadline is tomorrow, how can you ask me to calm down?" Dahye exclaimed as she paced back and forth in your living room.

With your notebook in hands, you didn't bother looking at her and exhaled loudly at her usual ranting. You loved the girl, but school was making her go crazy.

"I did it under four hours of work and you know I'm much slower than you. You'll be fine."

She scoffed at your poor words of encouragement. "You don't get it. I'm not stressed about the work. I'm stressed Seungmin will stop giving me coffee each time he sees me in the shop."

You closed your notes by hearing her. "You know Seungmin?"

She pointed at you, lost on why you asked this. "YOU know Seungmin? And were you even listening to what I've been telling you for the past 20 minutes?"

Before you could answer, you heard a knock coming from your front door. You got up to answer and you saw the postman. He held you out an envelope with the school's informations on it. You were about to question on why he didn't leave it in the mailbox, but he answered before you could speak.

"Urgent news statement, I'm giving this to everyone."

Nodding, you thanked him before closing the door. Opening the envelope, a formal letter was written to inform you about new prices established on the campus. It was mostly book and food prices as well as some other service fees. Being already broke, you groaned while reading out loud the raised prices. Dahye took it from your hand and frowned upon viewing one section in particular.

"You might want to read this one."

Giving it back to you, you spotted the section about dorm prices, and the apartments had risen significantly. You were already barely able to afford the place, now you really could not pay rent anymore.

"Fuck this shit." you said, dropping your head into your hands. You heard another knock and rolled your eyes at the sound. "What now?"

Dahye opened the door for you and there stood Hyunjin, holding a cup of ice americano in his hand. "Hey."

"Hyunjin? What brings you here?"

Your question seemed to make him nervous, as he started to blink rapidly and search for his words. "Ah, um... I thought we... I don't... I... Didn't we agree on going to school together now since we have classes at the same time on Thursdays?"

"Shoot, right, I'm sorry." you got up to get your school bag.

"I'll be off, then. Call me if you need anything, okay?" Dahye said, concerned, before leaving your place.

The walk was rather uncomfortable. While Hyunjin was trying to make small talk, your mind could not focus properly. Your main problem played repeatedly in your head, trying to find a solution. Your family home was hours from the college, you could not go back there. Dahye was already rooming with a girl named Eunhee, and she most likely wasn't going to kick her out for you to go live with her. Felix had Seungmin, and Jeongin was with Jisung. Overall, the few people you knew already had roommates. The part you hated the most about the situation was that you'd have to give up your quiet place you'd grown to love.

Hyunjin noticed you weren't a 100% into the conversation, so he stopped walking and put a hand on your shoulder. "What is it?"

"Uh?" you blinked a few times.

"You look like you've seen a ghost, is everything alright? Is it about Minho?"

The both of you had grown closer immensely since that lunch break with Minho and Felix. You had exchanged numbers and went over to the other's apartment just for fun sometimes. You had told him about your break up and he told you about his non-existent love life, which surprised you considering he could get any girl he wanted.

"What about him?"

He shrugged his shoulders. "He's gotten with someone, apparently. Maybe you feel upset about it, I don't know."

From all the things that could upset you, this was the last one on your mind. "Oh, no. He can get do whatever he wants, I don't care. No, it's just that..." you paused as you felt tears building up. You felt like an idiot for crying over a stupid apartment. "The prices went up."

He let out a sigh and looked down. "Yeah, I got the paper. I'm lucky enough to have saved more than needed but I'll have to cut on some expenses."

You huffed, almost in jealousy. "Lucky you. I'll need to get a dorm instead, and chances are that I'll have to live with a pure stranger."

By now, some tears had rolled down your cheek. It took everything in Hyunjin not to brush it off for you. One thing he learnt by hanging out with you more frequently was that he was totally infatuated with you. Your careless but sensitive persona only made him like you more.

"Come live with me."

His heart stopped from his own offer. His mouth spoke before he could even think. Even then, the idea had popped only briefly. He had no idea why he let it blurt out so easily. And from your reaction, you were as dumbfounded as he was.

"I-I mean, you know my place already. And it's close to where you live. And we know each other. And I think I'm a good roommate. And I'd leave you your space. You know what? Forget about it, I don't know what came-"

"Let's do it." you cut him off.

"Oh." he gulped. "Are you sure?"

You nodded your head, uncertainly. "I mean, I don't have any other option. Not like I don't like the idea of living with you, but I mean, it's the only option that seem more than decent."

You stopped yourself from talking before you would say anything any more stupid. As for Hyunjin, you had never seen him grin so widely. Either from happiness or to diffuse the weird atmosphere, it didn't matter. It might be a bad plan accepting to live with your hot neighbour, but the perks were numerous and you could simply not refuse.

"I'll clear my art room for you, then." he beamed at you. "And before you say I shouldn't, I insist. I have access to the art studio at school, anyway, and I have a spot in my room that I can arrange for my work."

"Alright." you smiled back. "I owe you a lot then, thank you."

Upon learning you were moving in with her brother, Hyunjoo had insisted to help you out with your boxes and such. Telling her that Felix was already going to give you a hand, it only made her plead to join the lot. An opportunity to play cupid was presented to you, so you took it and had them move your bed while giggling like children. Dahye would have come if it wasn't for her essay she had to complete, but you believed she was only making up an excuse to see Seungmin.

"How many books do you own?" Hyunjin breathed out in exhaustion from bringing the third box of books already.

"I stopped counting after ten." you shrugged your shoulders. "You don't have to do this, you know. Skipping class to help me. I have these two." you pointed to the blushing pair.

"As if you wanted to third-wheel." he rolled his eyes. "It's fine, I swear. Besides, I want to help you organize your bedroom so you can feel at home for the first night."

Your heart melted. This confirmed how much of a bad idea it was to be living with him. If simple gestures like this made you fond of him, how was it going to be the day he brings food at home for dinner?

"That is if they actually move my bed." you shifted your gaze towards your friend. "Lix, the bed." you said with a stern look.

The pair didn't stay long after finally bringing your bed into your new room. Leaving to have another baking session together, you were left alone with Hyunjin. The feeling was foreign, but you'd have to get used to it. In silence, you put your clothes in your drawers while Hyunjin arranged the covers on your mattress. It was enjoyable, not saying a word to each other but still appreciating the company. After some time, he pulled out his phone to play some music for an ambiance. Unconsciously, he started to hum along the lyrics and it might have been the prettiest voice you had ever heard. You were aware of his many talents, but his singing voice had remained a mystery until now. When the song ended, you took the time to compliment him. His face now pink, he thanked you shyly as he continued to place your books on your shelf.

Hours of work had passed and you determined you were pretty much done. You ordered food and ate, in silence still, while being on your phone. Dahye had sent you plenty of texts telling you all about her evening with Seungmin, being the first time he had actually made discussion with her instead of acting indifferent. With her starting her thing with the guy and Felix being head over heels for Hyunjoo, you were surrounded with love by then. Even Jeongin had told you about a girl he met not so long ago. Forgetting you were not alone in the kitchen, you let out an incoherent grumble, complaining about your lack of spice in that aspect. Hyunjin flinched, taken aback by your sudden noises.

"What did you say?"

Remembering the man was now your flatmate, you grew embarrassed. "Sorry, I have this habit of talking to myself sometimes."

"No problem. It's kind of cute."

It was his turn to be embarrassed as he avoided eye contact, going back on his phone. He had finished his meal afterwards, not adding another comment in fear of flustering himself any further. He waited patiently as you ate your last bite only to fight with you over the dishes. Persistent, he left you sitting alone as he washed your plates. For you, the silence had lasted for too long. Standing on the other side of the counter, you leaned onto it as you made talk.

"Did you call back that girl who asked you out?"

Alright, maybe you should have kept your mouth shut. However, you were too curious for your own good. Hyunjin looked at you curiously, but still answered.

"No. I told you I don't have the energy for that, and they only ask me out because of my looks. Not worth it." he explained as he dried the utensiles. "How about you?"

You scoffed. "Do you see me whoring around? I rather stay home and do nothing. Plus, Minho traumatized me."

"Was he that bad?" he snickered.

"Not really, but we fought a lot over stupid things." you sighed, nostalgia lingering. "I'm glad he found his person." There, one more person who had some action happening in the love department.

"Me too." he said in a yawn. "I think I'll head to bed. Do you need anything?"

"No, go ahead. I'll do the same eventually."

"Okay, but let me know if you need me. Good night, roomie." he grinned as he sent you a wink.

Damn you, Hwang Hyunjin. "Night." you replied in a murmur.

"What's up, Jeongin!" you exclaimed the moment you saw your neighbour in the laundry room. You took notice of the girl next to him. "I'm presuming you are Youngmi, right?"

The girl nodded shyly. "Y/N?" she guessed in a small voice.

"That's me." you smiled and took your usual spot. "I won't interrupt, I'll just load this and head back."

Jeongin inspected you scrupulously and snickered at you. "I swear I've seen Hyunjin wear this exact shirt the other day."

Already two months into living with the man, you formed a routine that worked for you both. Wednesday nights were the times where you would be watching a drama together and hang out in the other's room to simply chat. His way of living was oddly similar to yours which made things much easier. He was an horrible cook, but tried his best whenever it was his turn to make dinner. He showed you his art for second opinions and you made him read some of your favourite books. Once, you accidently wore his hoodie, but he assured you that he did not mind and that, in fact, you were prettier in his clothes. What you loved the most about living with him was forming this comfortable dynamic together. As you had predicted, you had it hard for the man.

"Yeah, it's the first thing I saw before coming here." you answered nonchalantly.

"Whatever, missy."

You loaded the machine and left quickly to give the couple a moment. Entering the flat, Hyunjin was laid down on the couch, frown on his face as he read his school book carefully. It was close to the end of the semester, meaning exams were coming up soon. Summer was also nearing, so you would be going back to your parents' home in a few weeks only.

"Your sculpture analysis?" you questioned him while shooing him to make space for you.

You sat down and he pulled his legs back on your lap, letting out a groan. "Yeah, I haven't even started to write it. He wants us to use the material we saw since the beginning of the course, but it's all painting aspects." he complained.

"Oof, I wish I could help."

He sent you a warm smile before looking back into his notes. "You're helping by listening to my venting."

"We're all struggling, it's nothing."

You grabbed the TV remote and put on a movie to pass time. For once, it wasn't a romcom, but a horror movie.

"Are you being for real?" he deadpanned at you.

"What?" you said innocently.

"You expect me to study while hearing screaming?"

"I lowered the volume."

"Y/N." he glared at you.

"Please, Jinnie! You've been studying all day, don't you want a break?" you pleaded.

"Not with an horror movie."

You held out the remote to him. "Fine, choose then!"

Still doubtful, he put his book aside and took the remote from you. Scrolling through the movies, he picked a drama movie he had made you watch during one of your Wednesday nights.

"This one, again?"

"I like it." he pouted.

"You cry to it."

"I don't."

With more bickering, you gave in and watched the movie together. Hyunjin had repositioned himself to see the screen better and, almost automatically, put his arm around you. He had done the same previously and it still made you feel so many things in your belly. Your body stiffened at the contact, but you eventually relaxed. Maybe too much, as you were now comfortably installed in his arms.

With the end nearing, you heard the man sniffle a couple of times. You loved how he wasn't ashamed of crying in front of you, which was the total opposite of most men who would rather preserve their pride. The credits rolling and Hyunjin tearing up, you detached himself from him, but he kept his grip on you firm. Turning his head to face you, you were a mere inch apart. You felt small, and your brain stopped working at how he was staring at you, his eyes glistening. You couldn't help but flicker your gaze from them to his lips, his full lips you always thought to be beautiful. The same ones you had wondered many times how they tasted. His breath hitched when you dared to get closer. He could feel yours getting warmer.

As your lips barely touched, you stopped yourself just in time. Your body was moving by itself and you could not allow yourself to mess up whatever you two had.

"I should go back to get our clothes." you whispered, not moving.

Hyunjin hummed, but did not budge either. Freaking out internally, you could not take this overwhelming feeling anymore. In a matter of seconds, you broke out from his embrace and left the apartment, your pace rapid as you went downstairs to the laundry room. Folding the pieces of clothing, you felt hot and confused. This was almost causing you a headache. You were filling the laundry basket slowly, afraid of what would happen when you get back to your place.

But everything comes to an end, eventually. Placing the last shirt on top of the others, you gathered the most of your courage to go back. When you walked in, the TV had been turned off and Hyunjin was nowhere to be found. You glanced at his room and sighed when you noticed the door closed with a dim light coming from inside. You placed his pile of clothes in front of his door and went to yours to go to sleep. Spoiler alert: you did not fall asleep that night.

Exam week was finally done. Miraculously, you had managed to study for each of them, making it fast for you to finish them. And by studying, I mean studying. You had barely gone out of your room and drowned yourself into your school books. As a result, you and Hyunjin had spoken to each other only a few times and if necessary. That arranged you, you had no intention in interacting with him since your intimate moment. You never brought it up again and neither did he. Luckily, being so busy with school, you didn't take the time to think about it much. Most importantly, you left out any details to anybody. Felix, especially, would be freaking out over this.

After reviewing your answers on your sheet, you happily left your desk to go give out your copy to the teacher. Dahye, who finished after you, gave hers as well and you met with Seungmin. He waited outside of the classroom and did not hesitate to give his newly girlfriend a kiss as a congratulations.

"Get a room." you said in disgust.

"Congratulations to you too, Y/n." Seungmin replied in a fake tone. "Chan's throwing a party tonight for the end of the semester. Are you coming?"

"Unfortunately, I'll have to pass." you smiled apologetically.

"Please! Even Jisung is coming." Dahye begged.

You huffed. "Because Hwayoung forced him to, probably. I'm sorry, maybe next year."

"You said this last semester. Please." she insisted again, in a softer tone.

"I'll see. I have to go home, for now. I'll text you."

Waving them goodbye, you went to your place to go take a well deserved shower. You crossed path with Jeongin in your hallway, who asked you if you would come to the party too. After telling him you won't be present, you went inside your apartment as you breathed out a long sigh, fatigue taking over. You didn't see Hyunjin anywhere, so you assumed he was still at school. You got yourself a new set of clothes and headed to your bathroom. The moment you came to open the door, it flung open by itself and you were stunned by the sight in front of you.

Hyunjin, in all his glory, was standing at the doorframe completely shirtless with a towel barely holding itself together around his waist. While his long wet golden locks were falling perfectly on his face, his toned six-pack was on full display for you. You could feel your face turning red as you stood still, unable to make any movement.

"Sorry." he said in a small voice as he bypassed you, going to hide into the comfort of his bedroom.

Still blushing, you finally actively moved to get into the shower. After freshening up and putting on a oversized t-shirt with a pair of shorts, you went to the kitchen to get a snack. Your roomie was at the dining table, now wearing something, and avoided your gaze. As for you, you were checking him out in an obvious way. His hair was still damped and he had put on a large white buttoned shirt and black pants. He completed his look with some chains and a few silver rings.

"You're going out?" you questioned.

"Yeah." he briefly answered, still avoiding you. "Chan's got this party for the end of the semester."

"I thought you didn't like partying."

"Yeah, well..." he trailed off. "My sister is going and she insisted for me to have fun for once."

Seemingly, you were going to be the only one not going to the said-party. Although you would rather stay in bed for the rest of the night, it shouldn't be that bad since your friends would be going. And maybe, just maybe, it would give you the courage to ask Hyunjin about the unspoken thing you two had going on.

"She's got a point." you teased. "Are you leaving soon?"

"Why? You want me out that bad?" he joked back, now looking at you. Seeing your poor reaction to his comment, he sighed. "In about 30 minutes."

"Alright, wait for me then." you said and headed back to your room.

You could not choose a decent outfit for the life of you. After already 10 minutes of debating, you called Dahye for some help. Being at Seungmin's place, Felix was there as well and joined the lot to help you out.

"Oh, that top is nice!" Felix commented.

"No, the dress is better." Dahye disagreed.

"What? Sure, but she'll look like a slut."

"Which is what we're going for. My girl hasn't had it in a while."

You rolled her eyes from hearing her judgement of your lack of intimacy. "I don't plan on getting 'it' tonight. I'll go with the top, then. Thanks, Lix! I'll see you later!"

You hung up before Dahye could make another comment about your outfit choice. Putting on a bit of makeup and finshing off with a pair of earrings, you took a better look at yourself with your mirror. Frankly, you were impressed on how you made yourself look this good. Satisfied, you picked up your purse and joined Hyunjin in the kitchen.

He was already standing next to the front door, ready to leave soon. As soon as he saw you, his jaw dropped on the floor. He had always thought you were pretty, but now you were drop dead gorgeous. Not taking his eyes off you, he took a step closer, now towering you. He smirked as he noticed the pink creeping on your cheeks.

"Dressing up to impress, I see." he cocked his head on the side.

"I could say the same about you."

He smirked while taking a step back. He grabbed his jacket and opened the door, letting you leave first.

"What a gentleman."

"That's the bare minimum, angel." he sent you one of his famous winks.

The man was going to kill you at some point, but you were not complaining. After not speaking to each other for weeks, his behaviour was overwhelming for you. As you walked to Chan's place, it being only a couple of blocks away, you shivered since you did not consider the weather to be an issue before leaving. Still having his coat in his arms, Hyunjin brought it onto your shoulders to give you an amount of warmth. Blushing again, you thanked him and he sent you a smile. Another shiver went through your body and, this time, Hyunjin flung his arm around your body, rubbing on your arm.

"You're so cringe." you laughed off.

"I read this in the book you recommended, I know you like it."

You didn't even argue back because he was damn right. You liked it, a lot. Standing in front of Chan and Changbin's place, you could already hear from the other side of the door that there was music playing and people chatting. Knocking on the door, you waited until Chan opened, beaming by seeing the both of you.

"Jin! You made it!" he hugged his friend. "Hey, I'm Chris." he now spoke to you. "I don't think we met properly. Make yourself home! I've got some pizza and drinks."

You bowed at his kind greeting and walked in to see many familiar faces. You easily spotted Dahye, who was leaning onto Seungmin while conversing with Felix and Hyunjoo. Noticing her brother was finally here, the latter raised her hand up, gesturing for the two of you to join them. She immediately hugged you tightly before doing the same with Hyunjin.

"I could've sworn you wouldn't come and stay at your place to watch cheesy ass movies together."

"That was the plan." you said in shame.

"I'm glad you came."

She moved closer to Felix as he took her in her arms, snuggling his nose into her hair. He had always been a touchy person, but the level of affection he gave her was something else. Whatever they had going on, it was definitely more than friendship. Felix had vented to you a few times how scared he was of confessing to her, but by the sight in front of you, you couldn't see why he was so scared.

The night was going pretty smoothly for you. You had refrained yourself from drinking, knowing you would regret it the next morning. The others were being surprisingly reasonable, no one was on the verge of throwing up and the discussions were still coherent. You did not participate much in them, though. You preferred observing the others interact. Chan and his friend, Sora, were fighting in the corner of the kitchen while Minho was observing them with dark eyes, jealousy plastered on his face. Hwayoung was making out with some man as Jisung was observing the scene, staying away from them as he drank his beer sadly. Jeongin and Youngmi were in their own little bubble, both painfully fond of the other. Changbin was attempting to diffuse some of the awkwardness by talking with students you didn't know at all, trying to hide the argument happening behind him.

Your friends stayed together and did not mix up with the rest, which made the party less eventful than you expected, well, for you since the others had issues to attend to. Noticing the boredom growing in you, Hyunjin nudged your arm. You leaned closer to him and he whispered in your ear.

"Wanna get out of here?"

"I was almost waiting for you to ask me, let's go."

Laughing at your demeanor, he followed you as you took his wrist and left the flat, not even saying bye to the host as he was busy with a conflict. Still giggling at your rude exit, you walked lazily next to Hyunjin as you headed back home.

"The sky is pretty." you hummed after you had calm down from your laughter.

"I painted a night sky recently. Oddly enough, it reminded me of you."

You frowned. "Me?"

"Yeah. I guess it's because we always hang out at night."

"I don't recall you painting anything of that sort."

"That's because we barely saw each other these days." he laughed, but became serious shortly after. "Well, after the other night."

Your heart started to pace faster. Despite how much you wanted to make things clear after what happened, you didn't want to bring it up just yet. You stayed quiet for the rest of the walk, until you reached the building.

"Are you going to bed right away?" he asked as you took the elevator.

"Probably not."

While shoving his hands down his pockets, he rocked his body back and forth, unsure of what to say next. He was dying to tell you how much he wished he had kissed you that night, and how much he wanted to do so right at this instant. Instead, uneasiness filled the metal box while it kept going up. The moment the door slid open, you hurried to get to your shared apartment, leaving it open for him to follow behind, and you wanted nothing more but to hide under your covers. On the other hand, Hyunjin had other plans. After catching up to you, he grabbed you by the arm to stop you, turning you around to face him.

"I'm not going to sleep either. I found a spot recently on the roof. Do you mind keeping me company?"

How could you say no to him when he looked at you as if you were a masterpiece? Hesitant, you nodded your head slowly and let him lead you to a staircase. Going up, you arrived to the roof where benches were installed as well as a few mattresses. Lights were making the place more cozy while a teapot was placed carefully on a small table.

"Wow." you breathed out, impressed. "Did the school do this?"

He rubbed his arm while you sat down on one of the chairs. "Actually, I did."

Your head shot to his direction, more stunned than before. "When?"

"Weeks ago. I wanted a spot to think and clear my mind. The teapot is mine, too. I was hoping to bring you here, eventually. I know how much you like tea, so..."

Your eyes softened as he explained his little set up. You observed his moves and he took the spot next to you. Timidly, he reached to your hand to take it in his and rubbed his thumb against your soft skin.

"Actually, I was hoping to talk to you about, well, you know."

You gulped, afraid of where this was going. "I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have been this close to you, and I didn't want things to get weird so I kind of avoided you on purpose. I'm truly sorry."

He huffed in response. "I don't want you to apologize. That night, I realized how much I grew to like you with time. You have no idea how much energy it took me to not kiss you."

You tilted your frame away from him as doubt and confusion filled your mind. "You wanted to kiss me..?"

He smiled at how clueless you were. "And I still want to, very much. I've been having perfect grades in my last assignments because every single piece was made just by the thought of you. I know it sounds creepy or something, but I really can't get you off my mind."

"It's not creepy." you smiled back. "It's kind of sweet."

He carefully brought himself closer to you. "Do you remember the first time I saw you last year? When I moved in?" You frowned, but nodded once the memory came back to you. "I don't know why, but you left an impression on me. I was so clumsy, but you laughed in a friendly way and helped me. And after you came to live with me, I was convinced I would spill out how much I like you."

You could not believe your ears. Hyunjin, the clumsy boy with the looks of a prince, had feelings for you. The same boy you had been crushing on for months, now.

"I like you too."

That was all it took for him to grin like a child. "Good." he simply said.

The same scenario happened again; him staring at your lips while you breathed uneasily from the proximity of his face to yours. This time, however, you did not back out and were the first one to crash your lips onto his. From the way he brought you closer by the waist, you could tell how long he had been waiting for this moment.

"God, you're perfect." he whispered to you in-between kisses.

You couldn't tell for how long you made out, but it ended undeniably too soon for your liking. You continued your unplanned sort of date by going over to the mattresses, cuddled up while stargazing. You complimented the sky, Hyunjin pointed out some aspects he could add to his painting. The subject drifted slowly to moments you had shared over time when Hyunjin thought you were the one for him. You took this as a chance to point out the times he made your heart stop from his gestures. Overall, it was perfect.

It was getting late and you were yawning loudly when Hyunjin said it was time to go to bed. Sadly, you left the roof to go back inside. Holding hands, you were walking towards your room and then stopped abruptly.

"Do you want to... um... sleep in my room with me? Like, actually sleep?" you suggested nervously.

"I won't do anything, I promise." he kissed your forehead.

You didn't take the time to change clothes since you were so tired, so you slept while still having your party outfits on. You didn't mind. What mattered was how Hyunjin's warmth made you feel at home, and how his sweet words of good night made you realize how damn lucky you were to have found him.

The morning came slowly. Not having school anymore, you didn't have to wake up early, but your body did anyway out of habit. You couldn't help the smile forming on your face when you heard a certain someone mumble in his sleep. You turned around to face him, taking in how he was still insanely handsome despite the fact he was sleeping hard. You let him rest for a bit, but you grew impatient at some point, so you poked his cheek to wake him up. He streched out his arm as he opened his eyes slowly, grinning the moment he saw you.

"Good morning, angel." he pecked your cheek, making you blush.

"Hey." you murmured. "I can make us some breakfast while you get ready, yeah?"

"Sounds perfect to me." he smiled, his eyes closing again.

You happily hopped out of your bed and went straight to the kitchen. Being the lazy ass you were, you were glad Hyunjin wasn't picky with his food and you settled for some toasts. When he walked to sit down at the table, he hummed as the smell reached his nostrils.

"You have no idea how many times I imagined this moment."

You laughed. "Sounds like you are obsessed with me."

"I might be." he shrugged while you placed his plate in front of him.

You kept on teasing each other as you ate your breakfast. Hyunjin was done before you, so he left to go to the bathroom to wash up, leaving you with the stained plates. After getting rid of the dishes, you joined him to get ready as well and came face to face with your toothbrush, all ready for you to use.

"I can do this myself, you know?" you couldn't help but giggle.

"I wanted to do it." he said unclearly, having his own toothbrush in his mouth.

You brushed your teeth together, with him tickling your sides from time to time. After washing your teeth, you took out your cream and started to apply it on your face. Hyunjin tried to get a kiss from you, but you denied, assuring him the taste of morning cream wasn't pleasing. Pouting, he started to brush his hair, still observing you in the mirror. Being bored, or cheesy (might be both), he fogged the mirror with his breath and drew a heart on it. You exploded in laughter at his gesture, but he proudly presented his drawing.

"You're so fucking adorable, stop it." you said, in awe.

"I know." he snickered. "Can I have my kiss now?"

Gladly, you grabbed him by the back of his neck and set a soft kiss on his mouth. Happily, he melted into you and deepened it. As you separated from each other, he kept you in his arms while staring right back into your eyes.

"Wait until I tell my sister about this."

You slapped his chest, rolling your eyes at his idiotic self. With the giggle it caused from him, you pressed another peck on his lips. This was just the beginning. You knew every morning with him was going to be as dream-like as this one, and you were more than content with the idea.

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5/11/23 8 PM - I'm in this moment . !!

For some reason, I feel like everything is falling into place. I feel like I hit rock bottom and I've been ascending ever since. It's a challenge, really. I felt stuck in a rut... but I feel that's just the beauty of the journey. Maybe that's my issue. I see beauty in everything- even the things that give me anxiety.

Right now, in this moment, I'm in a love-hate relationship with myself. I love myself just not as much as I did two weeks ago. I've been so focused on myself, blocking everyone out. It sounds like a good thing, but really all I'm doing in that time is being hyper critical of myself. Wondering what others are thinking. In a Youtube video I was watching, this person said you should only be comparing yourself to who you were yesterday. If I'm being honest, I don't remember who I was yesterday. I was probably high as shit, probably dancing. I probably drank a lot of soda and scrolled on Instagram till that got boring too. I probably locked myself in my room to ignore my family. It's crazy the feelings I've been experiencing. As much as I value alone time, I've always valued family time more. Recently I just want to be alone. I'm sure I need it. It's exam season and I'm exhausted. I'm sure drugs don't help my self-esteem. I'm not proud of smoking. I hate the sluggish feeling it gives me during the day, but I do it anyways. I'm unsure if it's habit or just because it makes everything funny. After it fades, I always regret it.

I wish I could still be able to call myself smart. I feel like a dummy nowadays. At first, I didn't care. I was happy... I felt happy and not stressed for the first time in a long, long while. But stress motivates me and it's like when I'm not stressed (TOO RELAXED OFF THE ZA) I just don't have a care in the world. So, I forget to study. I procrastinate and relax. It's nothing I haven't done before. I was never a perfect student. Average or above average at best grades. Terrible attendance. Special plan for extra time on exams. One thing you couldn't call me was dumb. I always aced my exams and tests regardless of how badly I was failing the class. I'm blessed to have parents that don't define me by my grades. Instead, I have parents that define me by my looks.

My grandpa (on my dad's side), the other day, said something to me that almost made me cry. I got into the car because for the first time in yeaaarsss he was taking me to school. I reached for my makeup bag, and he told me I didn't need it. He said I was beautiful. My parents call me beautiful too... when I'm wearing makeup. Actually, if I wait too long to put on my makeup before school, my parents will REMIND me to put it on. LOL... I know they do it because they want me to feel good too, but sometimes it hurts knowing I won't be a natural beauty... not to them at least. The only time I can say I was beautiful without makeup was at the beach on my birthday. When a beach guy told me im "cute asf." It boosted my ego, obviously. And another guy tried to get my Instagram! I don't know what energy I was radiating that day, but Ik felt ugly as shit without makeup. Those two interactions made me feel like maybe I am beautiful without makeup. But then that doubt creeps in and it's telling me I'm crazy for even thinking I'm anything but a dumb toy.

Maybe it's the things I've experienced weighing me down, but I wish I could just erase the negativity. I may not remember who I was yesterday, but I know two weeks ago on a specific day I bawled my eyes out and then felt like a bad bitch. Where'd that energy go?!? I'll get it back. This is the lowest I've felt in a while... but at least I'm blessed. I have so many things to be grateful for and I just don't acknowledge them. Each day passes me by. Earlier I was thinking to myself about why people would say things like "Each day is the same I'm tired of it." My days were never the same! They still aren't (sometimes) but they feel that way when you're high... or maybe that's just me doing the same things every time I smoke. Maybe this is all stemming from guilt for relaxing. I can't help my Youtube addiction !!!

Anyways, these recent months have been a rollercoaster. I feel like I lost myself and found a piece of me, lost myself again, now I'm trying to find my whole self. Like I'm losing then winning then losing, but now I'm on the up! It's just a mindset, really. I have to change my thoughts. I don't think I'm made to be perfect although I wish I could be. All this pressure I put on myself to be great is so unnecessary, but I can't lie, I'd be far worse without it. Like imagine if I was so relaxed all the time. I can't actually tell if I know how to love anymore. It sounds angsty but the cheesy romance stuff doesn't get to me. It almost feels far from me. Same with kindness and compassion for others like my friends and family. It doesn't even feel like second nature like before... I just feel like I lost that part of myself. Obviously, this is no way to live. But, writing all this down makes me realize I haven't lost that part of myself, it's just being suppressed. I never placed so much value on my appearance before. I'm definitely not the only thing in the world. At least I'm self-aware enough to know my mindset, it's not healthy. I should be appreciating every second of life.

Actually, I almost cried in class the other day too (Ik im like rlly sensitive.) because of "The Case Against Adnan Syed" show. My teacher plays it for us in class and there was a clip of Hae Min Lee before she passed (look her up if u dont know) and said in her diary that life was fleeting. It struck my heart strings. I'm sure I'm not living my best life right now. I should get my act together.

[modernstoner]

one night gig | p.parker

nsfw content.

summary: peter is stressed due to school, after his friend, harry osborn suggested that he should have some fun.

including: smut (obvi) fingering, one night stand

pairing: aged up! peter parker x fem!reader

w/c: 1.2k

a/n: hello my fellow whores, you can picture any peter you want. andrew, tom, tobey ♡ anyways quick mention, since winter break started i'll try to be active but there will be times where my posts will delay because even tho i'm on my break, i'm still busy asf. also this one is kinda lazily written and pretty bad in my opinion cuz i wrote at 3am and was very tired, but i wasn't going to let y'all starve. anyways, enjoy my lil whores ♡

with a cold drink in your hand, you stood at the bar, watching your friends as they have to time of their life. you didn't feel like dancing, all you wanted was to drink all your problems away.

but the sour taste of alcohol was too much for your sensitive taste bud. so, you decided to spend the night with coca-cola.

your lips wrapped around the straw as you suck delicately. the number of people packed in one small place made the air hot and heavy, making it almost unbearable.

little did you know, someone had their eyes on you.

"dude, don't be a fucking pussy just go and ask her." harry shouted to peter through the loud music in the club.

peter sighed, debating if he should approach you or not. his roommate, harry osborn noticed how stressed and overworked peter was due to all the schoolwork.

"i don't know, i—"

"look man, i know school is important but sometimes it's alright to go out and have fun. no harm or shame in it." harry tried to convince him.

peter looked at harry and then at you. he had to admit, he did needed a bit of a stress reliever.

you circle your straw in your drink, bored. you felt a tap on your shoulder and you turned, thinking it might be one of your friends. however, the man you came face to face with wasn't anyone you've seen.

"h-hi, do you mind if i sit here?" peter stuttered, not used to talking to girls.

"uh, yeah sure, go ahead." you say, going back to your thoughts.

peter struggled to say anything for few minutes, looking back at harry who gave him a thumbs up. he took a deep breath, "so, you from around here?"

"yeah, you?" you asked him.

"I go to M.I.T so i'm pretty close." he replied as you made a thin line with your lips. "how about you?" he asks.

"boston uni."

you knew what this stranger's intention were, you aren't dumb but have to admit, this dude was pretty smoking hot.

both of you had some normal conversation, leaving some flirty remarks here and there. peter felt comfortable around you and you felt comfortable around him too.

"you want to head outside?" peter asked and you accepted his request.

when his fingers wrapped around with yours, tugging you out of the club, the excitement that had been building up was now pounding in your chest.

you knew what was going to happen, so did peter but neither of you complained or protested.

you two arrived at peter's small messy dorm since it was the closest. after closing his door, he smashed his lips with yours, sending you waves of butterflies.

while making out, both of you tried to take off each other's clothes. you undid his belt.

he grabbed you, making you jump a bit, taking it as a signal, you wrapped your legs around his torso, still kissing.

peter carried you to his bed, laying you on your back as he started to kiss and suck on your neck, his lips were on your neck but his hands goes lower.

his hand moves down your belly button, his fingertips graze the hem of your sweater.

"is it okay?" he asks, breathing heavily against your neck and you nod making peter smirk.

his two fingers gently press down on your clothed clit, and you whimper. you divert your attention to peter's movement. he slowly moves his fingers, but moves them back up. "can i?" he asks for consent.

you eagerly nod and he chuckles. he slides his hand down your pants, and he feels how soaked you are for the first time.

peter begin to rub your clit over the panties but this time you feel a bit more friction due to your sweats being out of the way. he stops abruptly, looking at you one last time.

"are you sure you want this?"

"ugh—just fuck me, peter."

he smiles warmly before leaning in, connecting his lips with yours. you bring your hand up to his face, peter felt your fingertips graze his jawline.

his hand goes back to rubbing you making you moan into the kiss, sending waves of butterflies to peter's stomach. peter took of your pants still kissing you, using his ring finger to push your panties aside and his middle finger glides through your fold.

your mouth hangs open, but your eyes fixated on him when he pushes one finger. you moan, loudly when he adds a second finger.

you latched onto his bicep, throwing your head when he curls his finger. his name and curse words spill out of your mouth.

peter felt your walls tighten, knowing you were close so he fastens his movement. you let out a high pitched moan as he pressed soft kisses your neck.

after you released, peter hovers over you, softly kissing your lips as you wrap your arms around his neck. he felt your hand snaking around his back, signaling him to take off his shirt. leaving him in his boxers.

peter smirk, noticing you were checking him up and down. who knew a dorky dude you met at a bar was jacked?

he looks at you as you look at him. sexual tension dancing in the air, you looked so hot, all naked for him.

he roughly spreads your leg, standing between them, his hand stretched to his bedside, getting a condom. (safe sex kids)

he rips the condom with his teeth, taking off his boxer. your eyes widened at the sight of him.

oh boy, this is going to be a long night.

peter fulls you closer, forcing your thighs to feel his hard cock. you feel his tip at your entrance, he slowly pushes into you. "oh—" you whine before peter fills you up.

both of you moan at the feeling. he waits for you to adjust to his size. "move, please." peter obeyed.

he slowly moving in and out of you, some thrust being rough and harsh. peter groaned, "you're so fucking tight." he moves faster making you moan.

the room fills with skin-slapping, low moans and groans. "mhmf—faster." you plead. peter nods, fastens his movement, hitting your g-spot perfectly.

peter noticed it, smirking as he started to speeds up watching as your eyes roll back at how good it feels. his tip repeatedly gazed at your spot. you feel the buildup in your stomach.

his head falls in the crook of your neck and you dig your nails deeper into his back. both of your moans become louder as you clench around him.

"i'm gonna—cum." you struggles to say between cries of pleasure.

"m-me too, ugh. cum for me, (y/n)." peter groans as he snaps his hips against yours few more time. you and peter release at the same time.

taking few moments to process, heavy breathing. peter slips out of you, throwing the condom in the bin next to the bed before laying next to you.

you're body was weak and tired but you turn to peter, wrapping your arms around his torso. his arms immediately goes around your neck.

harry comes to the dorm late at night, smiling proudly as he sees you cuddling with peter. cleaning few stuff around the dorm, grabbing the thrown clothes on the floor and putting them on peter's chair.

© modernstoner

[sohcah-toa]

omg pls I'm dying at the uber driver hcs like HELLO?? IT'S FULL ON SLANDER BUT ITS SO FUNNY LMAOOAO 😂😂💀💀💗

since requests are open could you do the same but with the boyz as restaurant waiters? like imagine them goofing around with the customer while the customer literally just like: 👁️👄👁️

* coughs childe/kaeya *

and diluc/xiao just being dead asf 💀💀

xiao: iNcOmpReHenSAbLe

if you can't write it it's okay!! thank you for all the posts you make hehe 💖💞✨

Genshin Men as Waiters | toa

thank you so much for reading and for the support!! i'm so glad you like it! ♡

ft. Childe, Kaeya, Diluc, Zhongli, Xiao and Thoma

cw: SFW, kinda crack, headcanons, modern au, readers as customers, POSSIBLE SPOILERS (only on Zhongli's)

extra context: lumine and paimon are their boss and they only work there so they could return a favor; they all work together.

Diluc

- so done with his job, it's like he's not even trying anymore, paimon just kept pestering him to do his job well

- purposely changes the customer's alcohol beverages to juice

"Waiter, this is grape juice, not my wine, so if you could just—"

"Grape juice is good. Good for you, I'm jealous"

"Uh— wait don't leave yet! 😧"

- gets annoyed by Kaeya everytime he sees him flirting with a customer so he ends up breaking plates accidentally

"Isn't that guy embarrassing?"

"Isn't he your co-worker?"

"Just hearing that makes me sick, here's your order. Eat and leave, don't ever come back"

"😢 You broke my plate, the food is all over the floor sir"

- always in a hurry when doing his job so he could go home immediately

- has a resting bitch face. customers always get intimidated and orders as fast as they can to not make Diluc mad

— ๑

Zhongli

- actually glad to work there but he's not good as a waiter, keeps on messing up orders even though he's trying his best

- tells you stories about every little thing

"Do you have anything spicy?"

"Yes, we do. Actually, back in the day I had a friend, the stove god, he sacrificed everything for the land of Liyue. He was divided into thousands to be able to help its people. In the end he went into deep slumber, there was this nice girl, her name was Xiangling, who gave food to what once was a stove god. Now, that creature follows her everywhere, named Guoba. Xiangling once cooked Jueyun Chili Chicken and I do believe we have that here"

"...Right, I'll just— take that I guess 😨"

- always call thoma (head waiter) whenever he needs help; which is everytime

"Do you have a website?"

"Uh- yes?"

"Okay, what is it?"

"Uh- Thoma! What is a website? You know we don't have a website back in the day because we all did things —" (proceeds to tell a story about it)

- most likely to fall asleep on the job because he got so tired just trying to understand things

- we all know he steal tips from Childe because "childe's already rich" (actually his words)

— ๑

Childe

- would purposely serve the food late if he doesn't like the customer

- mess up orders on purpose

"Sorry this isn't my order"

"And this isn't my real job, so we're even"

- would try to flirt but will fail horribly

"I'm Childe, your waiter, been waiting all my life for someone like you"

"🤨"

"Anyway, what's your order? Love? I got you"

"😰"

"Right, I'll just—"

Lumine & Paimon: 🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️

- most likely to slap a karen, throw money at them after then leave

- always believe in Kaeya's pranks and is somehow always excited about it

Kaeya: "Fire!! There's fire!"

"Everybody!! out out out! Hurry hurry!! Holy shit holy shit — I feel the thrill! Let's go! Whoo! I wonder who'll die today"

Kaeya: "Dude 😮"

Lumine & Paimon: "You drove all the customers out!!! 👺"

— ๑

Thoma

- actually the best waiter there is but is real sloppy with everything; water spilling on his mouth while he's drinking

- head waiter; would teach others how to do their jobs properly

- gets super stressed out while handling the other waiters, he cries in the bathroom alone when he have free time

- begs everybody to their jobs properly or else the restaurant will be closed down

"Zhongli, you can google things if you don't know how to deal with it, I'm very busy too"

Zhongli: "What is a google? 🤔"

"Diluc, please be nice to the customers. Also, please stop breaking our plates"

Diluc: "Sorry, I want to puke everytime I see Kaeya flirting with a customer so I just accidentally break them 😖"

"Another issue! Kaeya for the love of Barbatos, Morax, Baal and all the other gods, don't harass the customers, don't eat their food, that's just nasty"

Kaeya: "I don't have a god 🤠"

"Childe please don't mix the orders up, why do you even do that?"

Childe: "Um— because it's fun and thrilling? Duh 🤨"

"And Xiao, oh my god Xiao please.. Just please try to be at least a little bit nicer. We had a customer who went home crying because you told her that her armpit stinks and you can smell it from a mile away"

Xiao: "Not lying, we can't have people like that in this establishment"

"Xiao, you shouted it to everybody else and she was embarrassed in front of everyone 🤦‍♂️"

Xiao: "I panicked 🤷‍♂️"

- so stressed out that he's balding (he just covers it with his horns headband lmaoo)

— ๑

Kaeya

- takes his own precious time, doesn't ask for orders if he doesn't want to

"Waiter! I've been calling you for the past 5 minutes. Could you please take our order?"

"Later 😑"

- literally flirts with you non-stop until he gets what he wants

"Hi. I would like the hashbrowns please"

"And I would like your number"

"Um.. 🤨"

"What's your name baby girl?"

"Sir, this is highly inappropriate"

- would eat little bits of food on your order (like on fries or nuggets); sometimes he would take a bite on your pasta before serving and would drink on your straw

- will be the most likely to prank the whole restaurant by yelling 'fire fire fire!'

— ๑

Xiao

- hates the job so much but can't quit cuz lumine and paimon

- always sigh loudly whenever asking what you want to order

- complains about his job to you

"Hi, yes, I would like to order Mora meat"

"Don't you want to order Almond Tofu instead? It's the best cuisine in here"

"Um no-- Just the--"

"Alright I'll just put Almond Tofu in here, anything else? Do you want pain with a side dish of pain and pain water?"

"Um 😥"

"Alright. I'll just add that here too"

Lumine & Paimon: "Xiao! Stop scaring the customer! 👹"

- literally can't get the job done because he can't talk to customers normally; talks like he's an ant sometimes so the customers would ask for another waiter instead

- is the meanest out of all the waiters

"What's your best-seller?"

"How should I know? I'm just the waiter"

"That's the reason why. You're the waiter you should know"

"I'm not the chef, just order whatever it'll probably be good idk 🤷‍♂️"

— ๑

[diesukitsuki]

hi, Novah! I'm kinda nervous, i love your blog, amazing work! I am thinking about starting posting my stuff in my own blog, but something really stresses me out, i don't know if it's good enough or if people will like it..i would love some tips!

Anyways, if you're here for the thirst, here I go! Dragon King Bakugou, who has a counselor who likes to tease the king in front of the whole court. so he needs to teach her a lesson, fucking her on his throne, where anyone else could walk in and see the scene of the so smarty and confident king's counselor reduced to a mess with his thrusts.

(sorry for any mistake, English it's not my first language, have a nice day! Drink water, eat good, have enough sleep! If you want to identify me, i could be 💜 anon!)

CW;; 18+ only, spit play(?), impact play(?), condescending bakugou, breeding (light-ish), fem reader, um.. idk if i’m forgetting anything. Blogs w/ no age indicators and minors DO NOT INTERACT

WC;; 1.7k

note;; yall i ain’t gonna lie im so shit at smut. so forgive me.. 😭 and i’m tired asf so there might be typos and shit… also.. i blueballed yall sorry :(

PLEASE. This is so.. god, this is so fucking *puts my fist in my mouth* /pos.

ugh but can you imagine.. like he’s not used to that kind of treatment?? He’s so spoiled. He expects everyone to treat him with respect despite not returning it, and he assumes he’ll get what he wants with the snap of his finger. He does whatever the fuck he wants, and if he wants something, he’ll take it despite what anyone says.

He preens when people always follow his command and cower in his presence, basking in the elegance of a king like snot-nosed brat. He expects so much from the staff of his kingdom, and the court was sick of it having to always bend over backwards for him. They mutter amongst themselves at his ineloquent behavior, chittering about ways to tame this spoiled brat of a king.

So they hire you… without his knowledge.

When he meets you for the first time, his pretty counselor, he thinks you’re one of the concubines for his harem. You stood in the middle of the hall unassumingly, trying to ease your nerves before you met the king. Your nose is buried deep in a moleskin journal, sucked in by the copious amount of notes about the king that you wrote prior. A hand runs over your hip as he pulls you to his side with a smirk. You slap his hand away with a sneer, pushing him off of you. Disgust strikes through you, and you’re not shy when it comes to showing it on your face.

He flushes at the rejection. His eyes are wide with shock before pinching into choler. He chokes on his curses, fists curling and shoulders bunched up at his ears as you towers over you. You don’t seem to react.

Before he could straighten your ass out, his court rushes to introduce you, stammering out your name and precipitating from trepidation as they announce your new role in the kingdom. A roar of a laughter bounces around the kingdom walls. It fades quickly when he sees the court members shake and eye each other awaiting him to realize that they’re serious.

Bakugou expected you to bend at his will like everyone else did. He expected you to stammer and nod your pretty little head as he commanded you to do this and that. He expected you to praise his ideas with a wry smile. He expected you to be a good.

What he did not expect was for you to talk back to him, make irritating little comments about this and that, give him a little haughty response after he barks at you for correcting him. You even have the gall to call him dumb— in front of his court at that!!

You were infuriating, but his cock couldn’t help but twitch every time you bitched at him. Your brows furrowed, hands at your hips as you snarl are him. You had this habit of bending down and staring him right in his eyes as he sits on his throne. His eyes greedily glides down to your tits as you chewed him out with a smirk, happy that he was taking a beating to your words.. happy to see that he’s looking.

Even in the privacy of his own chambers, your face and annoying ass voice invades his head. His cock is annoyingly hard every time you make his way to his head, being all snarky and bratty. His tip is sticky and dripping whenever he frees his heavy cock out, fucking his fists to the idea of shoving his cock in your mouth just to shut you up.

One day, you were nagging him about something, calling him careless and dumb as you recalled something he did this morning— He sent a group of soldiers to terrorize the village located at the bottom of mountain, which was NOT apart of his territory.

His cheek is cradled into his hand with a blank look on his face, watching your plush lips smack together, makin’ words he doesn’t even care to process. You have your hands on your hips while that stupid journal of yours is tucked in between your armpit. He eyes the opening of your blouse, watching your breasts heave as you continue to scold him for this and that. The bored look on his face told you he didn’t know nor did he care about what you were yapping about, and you sigh:

“Are you even listening, my king?” The nickname was supposed to be mocking, but it did quite the opposite effect you wanted to.

Before you knew it you’re on his lap. Your stupid notebook thrown to the side, and Your pencil skirt bunched up at your moving hips. His cock buried deep into your cunt, dragging itself up and down against your gummy walls. He groans under the bite of your nails as they plant themselves on to his broad shoulders. Large hands gripping onto your hips, guiding them up and down, while his mouth latches onto your nipple as he watches you ride his dick.

You were so cute trying to get yourself off on his dick. Huffs and whines fly out of your plump lips, pouting at the fact that you’re barely at the base of his cock. Your brows are scrunched up together letting something so big consume you. A growl leaves him, and you shiver in return. Your concentrated expression makes him want to eat you alive, makes him want to show slam up into you and give you all of him… But he holds himself back, promising himself that the end result would he better if he waited.

He lets go of your tit with a pop.

“You love this cock, don’t cha baby? You love your king’s cock?” He coos. A smirk hooks at his lips as he watches you try and undo yourself.

You almost forget to answer the question, too caught up on feeling his fat cock split you open. The curve and girth of it pressing into the right places, leaving you drooling.

You nod, dumbly, eager to please. The sound of skin slapping and the squelching of your pussy swallowing his cock bounced off the high ceilings and vast walls of the throne room. Embarrassed and afraid of unwanted eyes, You bite back your moans.

“C’mon. ” He goads. The head of his cock kissing your cervix as he thrusted his hips upward with a grunt finally bottoming inside of you. He groans, “Oh fuck, yeah.”

You let out a choked moan, eyes widening at the sudden movement. You hunch over in pleasure. Your sticky forehead pressed against his shoulder.

He quickly pushes you back so you could look at him. You looked so stupid, so dumb. Your cockiness no longer present. He thrusts himself back into you again, amusing himself while he watched your eyes cross.

“Say something, girly. The fuck you being so quiet for, hah?” He squints at you, his condescending smirk never leaving his lips. “You afraid of getting caught? Poor baby’s afraid is gonna be caught on the throne fucking the king? Your king?”

You nodded dumbly, whimpering. Drool dribbles down your chin as you continue to sloppily ride his dick, tits bouncing in front of his face. Bakugou brings his hands up to tug at your nipple before slapping one of your tits. You mewl.

“Is that all you can do? Just nod?” He laughs, “My dick makin’ ya stupid, honey? C’mon, you’re a smart girl, use your words like a big girl.”

“Ye—Yes, My—hngh— My king..”

“Tha’s right.. s’good for me, hm? I tell you what to do, and you’ll do it for me, right?” Moans pour out of your lips as you eagerly nod, “Atta girl.”

“and I get to do whatever I want with your body, right baby?” Your head bobs up and down as you whine around his cock. He slaps your tits again. It jiggles in impact, “C’mon, say it.” He grits.

Your hazy eyes blink rapidly, trying to form words as you cried out. “Ye—Fuck, Hngh,, Fuuck, yes.. You can do wh— Hah— Whatever you want with my,my body..” Bakugou groans, delighted with your obedience.

“Is that right?” He chuckles, “ Gonna let me breed you? Gonna let me fuck the shit out of you and knock you up?” A deep guttural moan leaves his lips at the feeling of your walls tightening around him. “You like that? You like the idea of giving me some little brats?”

You give him a shakey ‘fuck yes’ before slowing down. The weight of your body drags you down as you sloppily attempt to drags yourself up and down. Bakugou can feel your leg quiver. He unsheathes himself from your aching cunt.

Your hands find their way around his wrist as his hand comes around your throat. You look at him with hooded eyes, whimpering as he presses softly against your throat before pressing his lips against yours. He nips at the bottom of your lip before pushing his tongue through. You moan under the pressure of his tongue poking and prodding at your mouth. Once the two of you separate, a thin line of saliva connects the two of your before it dissolves into nothing. Your eyes are lidded and hazy when he searches for your reaction.

The hand on your throat slides up your throat. He slips his thumb through your lips. You take this as a sign to open your mouth. Your pink tongue peaking past your lip. Bakugou feels his cock ache as you innocently look at him. Your eyes rounded and expecting, willing to do anything for her king. He praises you with a quiet ‘good girl’ before shooting a white glob of spit onto your tongue. You happily trap your mouth shut. He can feel the your throat moves as you swallow.

When you open your mouth back up, the spit is out of sight. His eyes rolls to the back of his head as he groans.

“Fuck, you’re so fucking nasty.”

You’re dizzy when he flips you over and lays you on his chair. Your neck being forced to crane up because of the back of your chair. Bakugou towers over you as he pulls your legs apart with his hands on your knees. His cock slaps against your stomach, showcasing how deep it going to go.

The man in front of you stands back with his cock in hand. A wicked smile stretches across his face as he slaps the pink mushroom head onto your cunt.

“Beg for it.”

[mavisartstuff]

Someone asked about it, so here's some context! I'm gonna split the hcs about the au into characters and story so it'd be a bit easier -

Billy

Billy in this au is in college. He's there there so he could be an actor! Now technically you probably don't need a degree to become one, but he really just kinda said fuck it and went to get one anyway.

He did it end up starting it a bit late due to some family issues.

He still makes fun of Romeo and Juliet. So far that he still goes "I should've been Juliet!" Bet you could hear some of the sorority girls roll their eyes at his rant about the movie. He rants about it anytime you mention it to the man

Jess do be his bestie even though he makes fun of her accent- He usually gets told off by Barb since he for some reason has one like a British professor

He can weirdly mimick anything he hears perfectly. Claude? He's got you. Anyone in the sorority house? Yep. He can do that. Which is why everyone in the house thinks he has a promising career up ahead of him

Claude only hangs around Billy. No one knows why. That's why he's termed as the "cat king". Also because he'd come back with cat fur all over his sweater

He's tired asf but still fabulous

He's also basically friends with everyone in the sorority house due to just being really social. Though he does have those days where he's just like "go away :(". This mainly happens when he's stressed or just not feeling it that day

He's actually pretty smart since he'll just start analyzing anything he randomly takes In interest in. The girls usually ask for help or just borrow a note sheet he might've written notes on. Though sometimes it's not helpful since 1. It could be about anything and 2. He absolutely hates it if you go through his stuff. So you'd have to ask him for one

Maarten (or our moaner in this case)

Now this man is tall. Very tall. No one knows how he's managed to walk around and about In the attic. If you include his flip outs as well. But man he's pretty stealthy

How did a Dutch man get all the way in Canada on his own? No one knows

He's obviously pretty paranoid. Just even the thought of being spotted makes him freak out a bit

His calls are just like the original Billy's. But he will up the anti If he so ever feels like you're not effected by It. He'll even alter It a bit if you tell him that you're a guy

Instead of his past being like Billy's however, his is more so has violence. Which is where the line "You violent little shit!" comes from.

Has stolen Claude away for a bit. Usually whenever he feels cold. Otherwise he let's Claude go if the fella wants out of the attic

has a lot of bandages due to accidentally hurting himself up in that attic. Smashing glass, falling asleep on the floor on his arm, anything.

He tends to sing a lot. He only does it when he's the only one at the house of course

unlike Billy, he will respond If you start questioning a bit. As in he gets worse

Story (giving everyone a lil tidbit!) Tw for cussing and Maarten overall being deranged- If you've heard the Billy phone calls you'd know what I mean

-The party had been pretty boring for Billy. Of course it was fun discussing stuff with everyone, but once the girls started bringing up their boyfriend's.. He just got pretty bored. He sat on the couch with Claude in his lap. Claude was vibrating. Of course he was just happy to get attention. Billy on the other hand had been zoning out. He wanted to go up to his room. But if he did he'd certainly be asked about It In the morning. He sighed. He hoped something eventful would happen. Or for the party to just end already. But to his surprise, It's like his prayer for something eventful had been answered. Not in the way he thought though.

The phone rang. Billy's brain perked at the ringing. Someone calling this late? Who could it be? He carefully removed king Claude from his lap and got up. He walked up to the table holding that phone. He answered the phone in his usual happy voice. "Helloo?" Oh, the insanity that phone call was. It started out with noises. Random noises. Laughter. Pig oinks. The girls had gathered around at that point. Finally, the man on the other end had finally said something at least understandable to hear. "Let me lick It, lick it! Let me lick your pretty piggy cunt" Followed by laughter and repeating of what he'd just said previously. Billy just laughed a bit. "I mean.. I'd be down if you go for guys" Billy said jokingly. The horror in the girls eyes when Billy said that. Billy was used to these prank calls. Hell, he's watched past friends make them. That was his usual response to said call. Everyone hoped the man on the other end would stop. But.. He didn't. "Oh? You want my juicy cock anyway? Or do you want me to beat you senseless?"

Billy felt himself go cold. "E-Excuse me?" Billy asked nervously. It's been awhile since he's had to deal with... Threats. The look of horror just grew on the rest of the girls faces. "Yeah! So you want me to? Huh? You filthy fuck?!" The man on the other end asked ever so tauntingly. Barb rolled her eye's and took the phone. "How about you go somewhere else for whatever the fuck you're on about" She hissed. His taunting didn't stop. "How about you suck-" Before then, Barb had interrupted him. "Oh go stick your dick in an electrical outlet and see If that gives you a charge" The girls laughed a bit at that. Billy giggled quietly. But he still had a nervous smile on his face. There was a short silence on the other end. "I'm going to kill you" The man on the other end said before hanging up. The way he said that was.. Frightening. So.. Normal. Before that the man had been speaking in different voices. Barb at that point just put it back. Of course as usual, an argument had started after a few bickering. With Claire leaving the room to get packed In the end. Billy at that point nervously sat on the couch.

Jess took note of It. She leaned down a bit. "You should probably head to bed.. You look tired. Especially after hearing that" She whispered. "Thank you.." Billy thanked before getting up. He started heading up the stairs. Of course, Claude noticed and followed. Billy started thinking. He remembered talking to a man about his missing brother. Could that be him?.. It was impossible. The guy he was told about disappeared at the age of fourteen. All the way In the Netherlands mind you. He just couldn't think that he'd somehow get all the way here. As he thought this he'd finally made it to his room. He let Claude in before closing his door. He walked over to the bed and laid down. Claude jumped on his chest immediately. Billy was used to that. He sat there. Creaking came from the ceiling above him. He started getting nervous again. Only to reinsure himself that the attic was old.. No one could get up there without being caught. He still couldn't shake off the feeling of being watched though....

[prettyporcelain]

YEA SO IM ANFRY ASF I LITERALLY PROMISED MYSELF TO CONTROL EVERYTHING AND NOW IM NOT COUNTING CALORIES UNTIL SUNDAY AHG.

Ok so I'm going to vent a little about how am I feeling and what am I going to do because I'm about to literally freak out.

Okay so yesterday and today I've been eating a lot and not counting/not counting properly cuz I had two exams and I was literally so stressed. I think that probably most of my intake that was an excess came from emotional eating, representing my stress and my anxiety. Anyways so tomorrow I'm going to have lunch with my grandma in a restaurant which I don't have the menu and I don't know if have lowcal options, so I don't want to calculate anything wrong for that day, and that means that I'm probably will not count tomorrow and will not count on Sunday because it's mother's Day, and I'm going to eat with my family and I don't wanna get more stressed than I am rn, and i don't wanna to get overwhelmed.

These days I've been selecting my limit by myself but I think that if I really want to get back on track it's the moment of starting a new diet, and I have to choose which one I want to do, because I'm on my last semester of my school year (I'm a junior in my country lol) and I don't want to fail everything... So, I'm going to do something that isn't too low calorie but also isn't like too high, and I'm going to stick on it and try not to binge or not to break it. And well, I'll see... I'll have this little break because I really been having a shit time every day. Also i'm going to start getting back on track principally because I gained weight and that's my motivation, bc that makes me feel awful; and I'm fucking pissed off because I had to eat but ik that in these 3 days my intake is not going to be more than 1800 calories approximately so I probably will not gain weight or, I'll gain idk... 2lbs maybe (? The only thing I learned is that when I overeat I get bloated, and mostly it's bc of water weight. Mayyybe if I do a fast on Monday or start this new diet, on the next week all of that water weight should be gone. I just have to be patient.

Anyways this is how I'm feeling right now. I don't know how to describe it perfectly, I just know that I'm uncomfortable but I don't want to get more stressed. I'm just going to take a deep breath knowing that I'm going to eat a little more but that's not going to affect me because I've been eating in a deficit as we all are, and then I'll get back on track. it's only 3 days but....shit, it makes me feel that I'm failing my ED. I know I'm not, but every time I feel fat and I feel that I don't have any control because I ate and sometimes I don't count, and I just feel invalid all the time. It's really awful. I know that I have an eating disorder, I just can't accept it. Literally I can't stand the fact that I'm going to spend these 3 days like this and that the name of the illness that I have its anorexia. Like my brain goes like "how the fuck you are an anorexic if you're eating all of this shit you fat pig"

I just can't feel better. I feel shame. Guilt. I just want that Monday finally arrive because I wanna start this new diet to get back on track. I'm tired of feeling fat and heavy and invalid. I'm tired of eating 1300 calories or 1000 calories. I just really miss when I ate like 500 calories maximum. But well that's a small detail.

Now I just have to concentrate on why am I going to do on Monday and pretend that this weekend it's not going to exist. And I have to remember that if I gain weight it's probably water weight.

Okay if you read all of this thank you ily

[ji-yaaan]

@kendal0ksw Asks: Anyway... I would like to request a sweet honey milk tea of Deuce, Azul, and Malleus (being called Tsunotaro) with a male Yuu kissing their hand. And when asked why he responds that 1. they looked like they needed a little distraction from whatever was troubling them and 2. to show how much they care about them. Hope this is alright...

𝑨 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒃𝒍𝒆𝒔 𝒈𝒐 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒚

Headcannons with: Malleus, Deuce, & Azul

Note: Someone pls shoot me I don't know how to write 3 repetitive scenarios w/o making it boring asf. So with request that has similar patterns per character, I figured Headcannons would work? I hope it's ok. I tried making imagines but it looked boring... OH! But I added my short Azul scenario as compensation. Blergh enough chitchat I'm thirstea.

[ 𝙷𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝙱𝚘𝚋𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚊 𝚖𝚢 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚍... ]

-ˋˏ•𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒖𝒔 𝑫𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒊𝒂•ˎˊ-

After a long day of being avoided being the infamous “Malleus Draconia” this fae gets tired from the attention he draws and the lack of attention he gets.

Dealing with Dorm duties, People constantly fearing him for nothing, people approaching him to pry information *cough Rook cough* and to not even get an invite in dorm leader meetings? This just gives him a bit of a headache.

He will probably flee to his room when things get a little bit out of hand and he needs some of that good relaxation time.

Resting his head on the bed. Eyes slowly close. The atmosphere relaxing as breaths slow down. "Welcome back Tsunotaro!" You cheerfully exclaimed.

What? Nani? What in the world? Was he that distracted to not notice you in the room this whole time? Expect yourself a O.O face from you local fae.

"Hmm? I didnt notice you were there Y/n..." Even if your lovely Malleus is shocked, He will still gently smile at you. Eyes narrowing, an endearing smile appears in his face everytime he looks at you.

Slowly, your hands would make it's way to creep in his hands. Bingo! Hand holding complete!

Ok! Time for mission number 2! After a tight clasp on Malleus' fingers, you brought your face close to the hands you held dear, and gave the fae a small kiss at the back of his hands.

As if the shock earlier wasn't enough, The fae's eyes widens in surprise yet again. Malleus definitely doesn't get your behavior at times..... But it's not like he hates it... In fact, He loves it...( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

A warm giddy smile paint your face. How infectious... A smile that can melt all your troubles away within a hitch of a second. Malleus can't help but smile ear to ear with the endearing gestures he received.

"But why would you even kiss my hand?" The fae questions in laughter. "Well, you looked pretty troubled today and I dont really know how to help... So I thought that a small kiss will do the trick!"

"You know how much I care about you right?" The answer Malleus got was something priceless. His heart felt warm and fuzzy hearing that someone cares for him. There really was never a dull moment with you.

Expect a little tint of flushed pink in the fae's cheeks for a brief moment. But gotta look close! Malleus won't show it, but he's blushy wushy and melting all over!

Tsunotaro is not much of the type to get the receiving end but he's still very thankful you did this for him uwu.

Expect malleus to give you a kiss on your hand in return too! He can't help but want to share the feeling he got when you kissed his! ^~^

-ˋˏ•𝑫𝒆𝒖𝒄𝒆 𝑺𝒑𝒂𝒅𝒆•ˎˊ-

Finishing the last lesson of Alchemy class, Spade boi is exhausted. Using too much braincells is not his forte, but he still needs to grind to get to the honor roll!

He will probably stay in the classroom for a bit and study some of the history materials and alchemy reviewers for the test tommorow... Oops, our cutie fell asleep while writing down his notes.

You walk your way to the classroom because you forgot something. But surprise surprise, it seems like the something you forgot is actually a person, not a belonging...ಠωಠ

You peeked at deuce sleeping soundly with his head resting on the desk. You laughed at how cute he looked sleeping with his mouth open.

He didn't even spare time to take off his lab coat. He must be exhausted huh?Worried by deuce, staying for a bit won't be a crime right?

While reading, somehow, your eyes wanders off to his hands that fell off the desk while he grunted "five more minutes." Wow, sleeping deuce is probably one of the best deuce out there huh? You laughed to yourself.

Maybe it was because of boredom, maybe even from worry, or maybe its just because you simply wanted to do it. But you started to intertwine your fingers with deuce... WoaH...

Smiling at how comfortable it was to hold his hands. You prop your face to kiss his fingers. Chu~♡

"Uhhhmmm....." Oh... You got caught redhanded... Deuce wakes up to find you holding his hands... furthermore, YOU WERE KISSING IT! How embarrassing...(O////O)

Looking up at Deuce, You see a red tomato flushed boy. His cheeks up to his ears are painted pink from embarassment.

"Ahaha... Good morning... Oh wait... Good afternoon." Deuce will look away from you bashfully... How embarrassing for him... But face it, this is such a treat for you.

"You know... You've been awfully dazed and troubled these days... Please take take a break too... It's bad if you keep sleeping in random places! I care about you a lot and I don't want to see you stressed ok?"

Deuce was left astounded with the heartwarming speech you gave him... He felt butterflies flew in his stomach, like flowers bloomed inside his heart. Truly touching words...

Spade boi will smile gently at you, pink cheeks like powder blush, and eyes that sparkled Joy.

Expect this boi to grab your hands and put them in his pockets, saying "If taking a break is ok... Then this is ok right? Let's stay like this for a little bit longer... Ok?"

He'll look away in the other direction, propping his other hand and resting his head on it. If you look closely... A delicious red blush can be seen in his neck and ears too!

“Even if Riddle were to scold us, i think it will be worth it”♡♡♡♡♡♡

-ˋˏ•𝑨𝒛𝒖𝒍 𝑨𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒕𝒐•ˎˊ-

After a tiresome day as Mostro Lounge, the lounge closing a little later than the usual, A certain octopus is really tired and frustrated because the work got pushed back in their schedule.

As he skims through the numerous pages of parchment, octo boi let out a sigh from frustration. He has to deal with a lot of things this night....

But what he didn't expect was that you were there to brighten his night!

Have a short scenario cuz I love u ♡

Boisterous laughter. Joyful screams. Drinks spilt in the floors and tables. The lounge was getting rowdier with each passing second. Fights fuming in the other tables. Song being sung across the bars.

What's up with this chaos? Where was Jade and Floyd?.... Oh right... Azul nagged on floyd earlier this morning. He's now in his infamous bad moods leaving Jade the only responsible person azul can rely on. But Jade got his hands preoccupied with stopping fights at the moment... Dammit... This is going to be one hell of an evening.

After dealing with the chaos of Mostro Lounge's happy hour, strain and fatigue was evident just by a peek at Azul's Face.

"Haaahhhh... Dealing with those morons was a waste of time, I've still got a long night reviewing the deals and homeworks... Hah. Wonderful..." The sound of pen scratching the wood rang across the room as Azul hummed a melody trying to relieve stress...

"A.z.u.l. kun! Hello!" You happily hummed as azul got caught off guard shocked. "Hm! Oh! Y/n? When did you get here? Pardon me, The lounge was quite rowdy earlier and we had to close a little later than the usual... Oh wait a second lem me just take care of this..." Fingers swept through the crisp pages of numerous books. His pen lightly tapping a beat in the wooden desk.

Moments pass as seconds became minutes. The pen scratching noises enveloped the room drowning in silence. Azul was lost in thought as he burn through the hundreds of words written in the thin pieces of parchment.

You pout at the thought of azul ignoring you, but it's not like you can disturb his work either. So in the end, you just watch him skim through hundreds of pages and thousands of words. Eyebrows furrowed, he fixes his eyeglasses again...

Lost in thought, your eyes wanders off to his ungloved hand... The back of his hand looked smooth and it looked soft. Caught in the moment of daze, you didn't even realize your hands crept stealthily working its way to lock fingers with Azul. This caused azul to look at you in disbelief and shock as a tinge of pink paints his pale face.

What? Octoboi is confused. What? Why were you holding his hands? What? You're not letting go of his hands! futhermore, your fingers are INTERTWINED! Azul.exe has stopped working. Azul wasn't made for cute moments like this.

"Y/n... May I ask why you suddenly linked fingers with me?" Azul asked with his fingers tinged pink, face was painted red down to his neck. "Well... You looked really troubled while you were doing your work... So I thought that you can use a short break? You looked pretty stressed so...."

Ahhhh.... Azul really should've read that one romance book he once stumbled upon, how does he deal with this? Damn, he surely wasn't made for this... He stared up your eyes only to look away again bashfully.

Pfttt you gotta admit... Azul really looks cute like this. You slowy brought your lips to azul's hands. Chu~♡ a kiss on the hands! bingo! "There! Have a kiss as a token of my love for you and how much I care for you! Hehe!"

That's it, Azul needs maintenace after this... This is just too cute for his soul. Cheeks tinged red, he fixes his glasses up again. His hands lightly squeeze yours as he began to say "Well, I cannot abandon my work and responsibilities... But maybe it's not a crime if its just for a few minutes... Don't let go of my hand ok?" The night at Mostro Lounge was quite chilly than the usual. But the hours that passed by felt warmer with the hold of a certain octopus.

End.

Note: Running low on braincells, Hope you liked this. And yes, I'm currently in my real time Azul loving hours. Time to buy takoyaki~ jk no I'm doing more requests that is rotting in my inbox. Again, sorry if this was not your cup o' tea (༎ຶ‿༎ຶ)

[rezilient-m3]

Aug 2

Been a long time. I didn't want to update till I had something to update about, but I'm sitting here on night shift, tired asf. Lol.

S is the guy I was complaining about in the previous post. It's still weird. I get so upset, or have been, but when he comes back, I'm back "in like" with him. Lol. Geez. We go weeks sometimes without seeing each other, but speak more often. His bday was on the 23rd of July. Days before that I msged him and he didn't open it, I thought whatever, he must be busy. Then seen him at the casino that night. I seen him see me, then act like he didn't and walked thee other way. I was upset about that (today I realized I might have over reacted lol). But I didn't talk to him there. I did my own thing. Weird thing about that was, he never opened that msg (it was on snap). I just feel he must have felt stupid a out it and didn't know how to handle it. 3 days go by and it's Friday, day before his bday. I replied with "Do I know you?" But he laughed it off, and so did I. I said hbday. I didn't see him his bday cuz he went golfing with his sisters, then worked at 5 to 1am. Next day is when I start my shifts (Sun-Thurs, I'll come back to this). So, before I was done at 2pm, I tell him I'm going to bring him a coffee. I went buy a cupcake and a candle to surprise him cuz he never got a cake. It was cute. He was tickled. I almost chickened out cuz it felt lame lol. Anyways, the Frday night, when his bday was at midnight, he mentioned he wanted 35 kisses. So, before I left him, he asked where his kisses were. I kissed him on both cheeks then the lips. That was our first kiss.

We hung out once, again since, but still act like we don't know what we're doing lol. It's so dumb. We're on opposite schedules though, so it makes it difficult. Plus, I know we both want to ask to hang out, but we never do. Lol. So, I'm just being patient. Not really giving other men the time of day. Being loyal when I'm not even in a relationship yet lol. But he's cute. And really genuine, I'm pretty sure.

Anyways, about work. I went to a career fair May 5th, right after graduating. (Grad day was great!) Gave my resume that day. Got an interview May 17th. Offered the job June 7th, and officially started July 5th. That whole ass process took me two months. That was stressful. Anyways, I work Sun to Thurs, on rotations (6am-2pm, 2-10, and 10-6am). This week are nights. It's not bad. I'm in an emergency home that houses 15 kids in care. 3 groups of siblings and two singles, all ages from 1-11. Think it's meant for 0-12. I just do whatever I'm told. Mostly it's just babysitting and cleaning.

I feel like this isn't my calling tho. I've mentioned that I am meant for something big. Something to make a difference in this lifetime. So, I applied for social work to a university in the city. I got accepted, and I registered for my classes, but haven't heard about the funding yet. (My dad is an important man in our reserve and said that he'd talk to the chief and tell them to fund me. Talk about nepotism. Sorry, kinda.)

The big thing I thought about was, maybe it's working with families. In the beginning of my educational career, I thought of working with kids to try redirect them from a life of adversity might get them. Give them advice and be that positive influence. That's what I wanted, but I don't feel like I can do that here. So, I went back to the thought of helping mothers and fathers, or any care givers, to try bring back that "it takes a village" mentality.

I don't know if people have been keeping up with my story, but I have mentioned my personal story about this. In my counseling sessions I talked to my therapist about how it was for me being a young 19 year old mom, out on her own (with my pos bf at the time). I talked about how guilty I felt about not doing the things I should have been doing for my 1st son, who was just a baby. Then, for not raising my girls when they were with their dad. Then she told me about how long ago, in our culture, everyone had a village. Every child was taken care of by a community. We all know that by history. But it's so beautiful to read about. And she said that even though it was my choices that have led to those things happening, that I shouldn't take all of the blame for it. Meaning, I did not have a village. I didn't have anyone to guide me, or lean on, or to just be there when I was struggling. So, I shouldn't blame myself for all of it. And it only mattered to what I was accomplishing now. I have good relationships with my kids, I am sober and I am doing my best to give them a good life. Proud.

Now, as for this village concept, people everywhere should have this. Too many people are left to their own device's, trying to navigate through their addictions, while not learning the proper ways to raise these children. Which might land these kids in homes like these. Everyone needs to feel loved, unjudged, belonged, and accepted. Why can't we have that kind of community everywhere? I want to try. Seems like hard work, but if I at least reach as much people as I can and change this for them, then I'd be happy. So, I'm going to get that degree.!

Idk what else... Alex went to BC with our son. They were gone for over 2 weeks. They got home 2 days ago. We're still ok now. I think. I didn't do anything with my lawyer regarding custody or taking half his possessions lol. Still contemplating.

As for James and the girls' court. That's on Sept 9th. I need 5k to give to the same lawyer to help me to change the order, but I don't have that kind of money, and running out of time to get it. Makes me nervous and stresses me out. Cuz if he walks away from those charges, he can bring a cop to our house and take the girls. Cuz last court order is still the same from the last time we've been in court, and says I only have them for every second weekend, and he is primary caregiver with the decision making. Rank. I hate that. And need to figure this out soon.

There's my current events in a nut shell. I wish it were more interesting for y'all lol. But I'm done. And tired.