#but I’ve decided that this is enough words at 3AM

[inadaydream99]

Kiss Me

Stray Kids x reader, very fluffy and some use of cringy pet names

A/N - I have no idea where Jeongin’s one came from, but sometimes I just begin writing and see where it’ll take me… enjoy! 😂

Disclaimer: this is for entertainment purposes only and does not represent any of the members in real life. Anything I’ve missed, please let me know!

Chan

“Don’t pretend you don’t want to kiss me.”

It’s been three days since Chan had teased you with those words and you haven’t been able to get it out of your head since. Even without seeing him, he’s still been pestering you. Or rather, the memory has.

It had all started because you’d gotten into some petty bickering between you. It was so trivial you can’t even remember what it was about. All you know is that you’re meant to be mad at him for it. But that stupid last sentence he called after you with hasn’t let you have a moments peace.

“Baby, are you ok?” He picks up after the first ring, the concern laced through his tone making your heart summersault.

“No. It’s 3am and I’m still awake…” you sleepily grumble down the phone.

“Well, go to bed then.” He teases, his tone bright and chirpy from the other side. Of course he’s unaffected by the time, your boyfriend is practically nocturnal.

“But I can’t!” You whine, letting out a soft cry.

Chan’s “why not?” seems instantly more serious. You can just imagine how his lighthearted expression fell off his face when he realised you weren’t playing with him.

“Because I’m supposed to be mad at you and I don’t know why and I just want to sleep but all I can think about is kissing you.”

There’s a few too many seconds of silence after you finish your complaining, to the point where you have to pull your phone away from your ear to make sure the call hasn’t cut off. “Chan?”

“I’m on my way baby.” He sounds like he’s rushing about, hearing a door slam behind him in the process. “Just don’t fall asleep before I get to you ok?”

You feel smug knowing he’s just dropped everything to fulfil your wish of kisses. Yawning again as you drearily mutter an “ok.” to him before the call ends.

Spoiler: you are asleep by the time he gets to you and he can’t bring himself the wake you when you look so snug. He doesn’t know how you manage to look so beautiful even while sleeping. So, instead, Chan cuddles up beside you, gently pulling you into his arms. But not before placing a delicate kiss to your pouted lips.

Minho

There’s a comfort in getting home after a long day to find your best friend Minho already waiting for you. It never fails to put a smile on your face seeing him making himself at home in your place; helping himself to snacks from your cupboards or kicking his feat up on the coffee table as he sinks into your sofa and watches tv. Entering your small apartment to find him already there, waiting for you, can instantly make any bad day so much better. Just like today…

Except, this time you return home to find Minho already fast asleep.

At first you don’t realise he’s not awake, calling out to him from the door as you slip off your shoes and shrug off your jacket. But then you realise his lack of invitation to join him on the sofa, or his offer of snacks that he’d already helped himself to.

Approaching said sofa, you quietly peer over to find him fast asleep. He looks so peaceful with the way his mouth hangs slightly agape, the hood of his hoodie pulled up over his head and his arms folded across his chest in a self hug. Adorable. It’s slightly strange to see him like this, so vulnerable and delicate. There’s not many people Minho feels close enough to to let his guard down around and it warms your heart to know that you are one of them.

Just as you decide to leave him be to go shower, his hand reaches out and grabs your wrist, making you jump out of your skin with a squeak. His amused chuckle fills the room at your response.

“I thought you were asleep.” You pant, your free hand on your chest, still feeling your heart race.

“I was until someone started watching me like a creep.” His smile taunts you. You just roll your eyes, muttering “rude” under your breath as you begin to pull yourself away from his grasp.

“Come cuddle.” His hand squeezes your wrist in resistance, already overpowering your weak attempt to move away from him by guiding you to the front of the sofa.

“But I want to shower.” You pout, caving the second Minho tugs you down into him and wraps his arms around you securely.

“You can shower later.” He mumbles, resting his chin on the top of your head.

Damn Minho and his ability to persuade you. Damn him and his snuggly hoodie… and how safe he makes you feel in his arms…

You lift your head from his chest after a few minutes of silence to see he’s back to resting. With his arms still clutching your body firmly, it’s a little difficult to move, but you are able to free your arms so they rest on the cushions on either side of his torso.

Minho’s grip on you is more lax than you’d initially realised. You notice this as you use your arms to leverage yourself into a half push-up (the rest of your body still laying against his).

There’s something so mesmerising about him as he sleeps. An angelic quality that makes your heart swell. You find your fingers itching to reach out to move the hood away from his face a little so you can cup his cheek. Delicately letting the pads of your fingers smooth over his soft skin.

“Will you just kiss me already.” Your breath hitches when you register his words. Again, you hadn’t realised Minho wasn’t asleep. And, again, you’d been caught admiring him.

Initially, you’re a little unsure if he’s actually just asked you to kiss him or if you’ve just imagined he did. That is until his eyes slightly open to stare you down, wordlessly commanding you to do it.

So you do. Without hesitation you draw your lips into his and let them melt into each other. Crossing a new boundary in your friendship with ease. And you know that neither of you will ever go back.

Changbin

Changbin had been trying his hardest to get you to kiss him. He really had. But all he’s managed to get from you so far is an eye roll as you walk away.

“So you’d really leave me like that.” He plops onto the sofa beside you with a cute pout.

“Like what?” You hold back the amusement wanting to show in favour of raising a brow towards your boyfriend. Maybe you want him to think he’s annoying you because he’s momentarily stealing your attention from the TikTok playing on your phone. Maybe you don’t want to give away how much you really do want to cave in and kiss him.

“(Y/N)~~~” he whines loudly and you can’t help the light laughter that sounds from you upon his emerging tantrum.

“Binnie, I really don’t know what you’re going on about.” You shake your head, lowering your voice to a whisper as you peer around the room, “and people are staring.”

“One kiss and I’ll stop.” His voice continues to reverberate the space around you, making you wince a little. You know he knows your resolve is wearing thinner and thinner with every loud noise he makes. You’ve been together for too long and he knows you too well to not catch on.

“Fine.” You huff. “Come here.” You reach your hand out to pull him closer by his broad shoulder, biting down on your bottom lip upon feeling the toned muscle underneath.

Changbin is silent, simply sending you the smirk he always does when he gets his own way. He’s very pleased with himself right now. You have to fight the eye roll when he puckers his lips at you, the temptation to tease him by shoving him away all too strong.

But the next thing you know, his lips have captured yours, your bottom lip being sucked between his. There’s not an ounce of you that could push him off now. Not with how good his lips feels against yours.

“Why’d you stop?” You complain when Changbin detaches from the kiss, smugly darting his tongue across his bottom lip as he eyes you cockily.

“Cause if you want to kiss me like that then we need to go somewhere less public.”

Hyunjin

You really don’t like your past self right now and if you could turn back time, you’d go back to the week before when you’d let Hyunjin rile you up to the point of your ego getting the better of you and smack yourself in the face.

“Don’t be such a sore loser and kiss me.” Hyunjin taunts, smirking at you in such a way you are unsure if you should be annoyed or turned on.

“Stop being a sore winner and I’ll consider it.” You fire back almost instantly, without filter between your brain and mouth.

Hyunjin chuckles at your retort, his tongue poking the inside of his cheek in amusement. Cocky bitch. He knows that’s one of your weaknesses.

“I wouldn’t test my luck if I were you, Princess.”

You gulp. There goes your sanity.

His tone drips confidence and authority in a way that you’ve never witnessed from your friend before. Sure, you’ve seen this side of him when he’s doing something he loves like dancing. But the power he radiated in those moments and the power he radiates now are polar opposites.

He’s watching you in an almost predatory way, his eyes darkened and narrowed onto your smaller frame. The bet has ended and he wants his prize.

“Hyune- I” you stumble over your words, mouth dry and mind blank as you watch him take a few slow but sure steps closer to you.

“You what,” he raises a brow. “Can’t wait to kiss me?”

There’s no space between you now and you couldn’t run even if you wanted to because you’ve been backed into the wall. Between Hyunjin’s hands holding your hips and his eyes staring deeply, unashamedly into yours, you’re practically paralysed.

Your eyes flutter shut as he leans down, anticipating his lips on yours. That’s why it startles you to feel his warm breath fan your neck, his lips grazing your skin as they trail their way up to the corner of your mouth, leaving a burning in their wake.

“Princess, if I’d known you’d react to me like this I would have kissed you a long time ago.”

Your breath hitches in your throat when you hear his whispered words, leaving no time before he finally crashes his lips into yours.

Jisung

It was a few days ago when he’d heard your muffled confession through your bedroom door, where you’d confided to your friend that you were missing your boyfriend because he’d been so busy recently.

It made Jisung’s heart break to know that you felt that way, even if it was completely unintentional. And he hasn’t been able to get it off his mind since. All the guilt troubling him into overthinking and being unable to focus properly. Had he really been neglecting you? Had he really been that bad of a boyfriend?

Of course, he didn’t directly confronted you about it. Instead, he decided to be extra attentive to you. So when he next payed you a visit, Jisung wrapped you in his arms, fully intending on not letting you go. He placed kisses on every inch of your face and doted on you as though you were unable to do anything for yourself.

He’s been super clingy for the past week. Leaving work on time instead of staying late, sleeping at your place, kissing you goodnight and good morning and - all in all - just showering you in so much affection. It feels just like when you first started dating all that time ago, when everything was new and exciting.

“Baby!” Jisung calls out for you, getting you to enter your bedroom to find him already laying on his side of your bed. When you chuckle an amused “what?” at him, he simply opens his arms and makes grabby hands, impatiently begging for you to cuddle. “And a kiss.” He mumbles into your shoulder, only pulling away so you are able to reach his lips.

You give him a few short pecks without hesitation, your free hand smoothing over his cheek as you do so.

“What’s gotten into you recently?” You laugh, voicing the question that’s been circling your mind the last few days when Jisung complains, dissatisfied with your short kisses. “You’ve been so clingy.”

“I just want to remind you how much I love you.” He sulks. “I feel like I’ve not done that enough recently and I never want you to forget that…” he trails off, becoming shy from his own feelings.

Suddenly his recent behaviour make so much more sense. He’s doubting himself as a partner. You find yourself remembering the feelings you expressed to your friend before. Remembering that evening, you realise that is when your boyfriend had started smothering you; he’d heard what you’d said. You couldn’t feel more guilty if you tried.

“I know.” You nuzzle your nose against his, “and I love you more than anything in this world.” You gush.

“I love you too baby.” He whispers back.

Felix

Felix had been acting differently around you recently. At first it was so subtle you hardly noticed. But with every passing day and week, things would begin to add up that just felt… suspicious…

For starters, he’d been a lot more touchy with you. And again, at first you hardly noticed because it’s no secret that Felix loves a cuddle. But what had started as his usual asking for a friendly hug, slowly developed into him pulling you into back hugs without saying a thing, or wrapping his arm over your shoulder, or oh-so causally slipping his hand into yours while walking beside you.

You weren’t sure if Felix was even aware of these new ways of affection being shown towards you. He’d never made any comment about it verbally, nor had anything else in your friendship changed. So, despite it continuing to mentally drive you crazy from all your overthinking, you decided it would be best to not say anything. After all, you really enjoy being closer to him and you’re sure that if you’d ever indicated you didn’t like it, then Felix would stop. He’d never make you feel uncomfortable.

It’s a casual Friday evening when things take even more of a turn however.

After spending the evening surrounded by your group of friends, one by one they’d slipped off to do their own things. It started when Chan excused himself to finish some work on his laptop after dinner. Then Changbin left for the gym. Shortly after was Jeongin, who dragged himself off to bed after nearly falling asleep on the sofa. The rest slowly slipping away for various reasons until only you and Felix remained.

“You not sleepy yet Lix?” You lean into him to whisper, the movie still playing on the tv before you. Even though no one else was around, it still felt wrong to speak at full volume.

“A little…” he trails off, turning to meet your eyes.

You admire the way his sleepy smile reaches his heavy lids. How his cheeks, despite the dim lighting of the room, seem to have a rosy hue to them. His hair is still a little static on top from the boisterous play fight he’d had with Seungmin hours ago, but it looks more fluffy than anything. And his lips…

You’re so engrossed in admiring him that you entirely miss his words, blinking yourself back into the moment with a “huh?”

“Will you kiss me now?”

You find yourself looking from his serious eyes to his lips and back again, trying to decipher if you’d really just heard him correctly. There’s not a single element of joking on his face, and the more his words register, the more you struggle to look anywhere but his soft, plump, kissable lips.

“Are you still with me sweetheart?” He smirks as he leans down to you, one of his fingers sitting under your chin to make you eye level. You’re awestruck by everything about him. Your mind running on overdrive trying to process as much as quickly as you can.

And then it all clicks. He’d been waiting for this moment, slowly warming you up with increasing forms of skin-ship and lingering touches. It has all been intentional.

You’re the first to close off the small space between you, crashing your lips into his with so much force you feel Felix almost fall back. Luckily he’s able to steady himself without breaking away, his hands clutching onto either side of your waist as you pull him in closer by cupping his cheek.

And that’s how you stay for the rest of the night, in each others arms and with enough kisses to make up for an eternity of lost time.

Seungmin

“Just kiss me.” Seungmin deadpans, not impressed in the slightest by you, nor is there any hint of amusement towards your devilish laughter.

You’d been dodging your boyfriends kisses all day, wanting to see how far you could push him before he did something about it. And judging by the way he’s shooting daggers at you, you think he’s almost there.

“Ew gross.” You fake a grimace, stepping further away from Seungmin.

“Ok. That’s it.” He practically growls, striding towards you so quickly you barely have enough time to think of your next move. The time it takes for your brain to register his fast movements and your body to spring into action are only just enough for you to escape his clutches. “Hey! Get back here!”

Seungmin follows your trail of shrieks and giggles as you do your best to rush away. But his place - while far bigger than yours - doesn’t go on forever and eventually you reach a dead end.

“Any last words pumpkin?” He tilts his head at you. You can tell he’s trying to hold back the smile that wants to overtake his stern expression. The corners of his mouth are faltering. “Or do you want to keep disobeying me?”

You have to bite down on your bottom lip to stop yourself from blurting all the sassy comebacks that are daring to slip out. But you know you’re in very dangerous waters. Your boyfriend has closed off so much space he could capture you in his arms and never let you go.

“Puppy…” you swallow your pride, making your voice as timid as you can as you blink innocently up at him. This tactic almost never fails getting you out of trouble…

An adorable smile breaks out across Seungmin’s face, finally dropping his faux-anger in favour of showing the joy it brings him to see you at his mercy like this. Boy does he love it when you act all cute for him because he knows it means you’ve run out of options. Usually he’d melt like putty in your hands. But this time he’s determined to get his long awaited kiss.

“Nu-uh that’s not gonna work this time.”

“But, Pup-” you’re cut off by Seungmin’s lips capturing yours. His hands pull you in by the belt loops on your pants, pressing your body flush against his, while your hands fly to his biceps, clinging onto them for dear life as his lips work their magic, melting your brain.

He pulls away with the most triumphant beam, catching the way you chase after his lips a little. The cutest whine sounds from you in retaliation and upon this, Seungmin shakes his head before leaning in and reconnecting your lips.

Jeongin

“And that’s why you should kiss me.”

You hadn’t even realised the PowerPoint presentation had concluded until the sound of Jeongin loudly clearing his throat brings you back into reality.

Yes, he’d actually made a full-on, detailed presentation to you to showcase all the reasons it would be “the best decision of your life” to kiss him - his words, not yours. And, while it’s not the most conventional way of admitting feelings to his best friend and longtime crush, Jeongin had come across the idea on TikTok and hadn’t been able to get it out of his head since.

You - on the other hand - had been in such disbelief that you’d actually tuned out halfway through because your mind had begun to wonder about what it would actually be like to kiss Jeongin for real. That had then led to imagining him as a boyfriend, how he would be so attentive and affectionate and, just, perfect… not that you hadn’t thought about him like this before.

When more agonisingly slow seconds pass without you saying a single thing, embarrassment and regret hit him like a tsunami.

“…you know, I should probably just-” “No!” Jeongin stops mid sentence upon your sudden outburst. He looks so flushed with embarrassment and adorably confused.

“I need you to kiss me…” You retract your voice back to its normal level, feeling your own nerves fall away when you see the shy smile form on your best friends face. “…please Innie.”

He’s speechless, simply nodding in response before hurriedly making his way over to you.

The kiss is filled with pent up longing. Like you’d both been waiting for this moment without realising the other felt the same until now. It just feels so right to kiss your best friend and to feel him hold you so close.

You pull apart for air after a few seconds, lips ghosting and elated smiles on both of your faces. You let out a little chuckle as your foreheads rest together, Jeongin’s hands lacing your fingers with his on either side of you.

“Your PowerPoint was right. It is the best decision of my life.”

[nalyra-dreaming]

Hi again Nalyra!

I’ve found myself stuck on something in 2x06 that I desperately need your help explaining.

I don’t know if it is the been-up-since-3am brain (yes), but I just can’t parse the implication surrounding the exchange Louis and Armand have regarding Louis allegedly requesting to have his memory erased. (It doesn’t seem to be confusing anyone else though, so I am making this SOS call, haha!)

This is the exchange:

Louis: I asked you to erase it? Armand: Yes. After you came out of a shower in our home in Sausalito. Three days after we abandoned him.

^ Is this exchange meant to explain that three days after they 'left' Daniel, Louis allegedly asked Armand to erase his own memory (re: the Claudia realisation/walking into the sun event)?

Because if so, what does that mean for the timeline? It happened only three days after dumping Daniel in the drug den = is that meant to imply that Armand was able to speed up Louis’s convalescence through the strength of his ancient blood? Otherwise erasing Louis’s memory is sort of moot if his body is still in a bad state, telegraphing exactly what happened to it, right? So Louis had to be all healed before his memory was erased. And yet it was only three days after they left Daniel?

What am I failing to grasp here with this exchange? Armand’s ancient blood is either power af or the ambiguous ‘three days after we abandoned him’ refers to a much later date than the drug den drop-off?

Seriously, send help. I’m all tangled up in probably unnecessary confusion, haha!

Heyyy!!!

Ahahaha, no it's not just your brain, I also stumbled over this.

Because... with Jacob's statement in the episode insider, and the comment re the martini... (also vermouth!!!!) - there is quite the clear picture emerging.

Namely that DM did happen in the past.

I think that comment was maybe the truth - but it happened a few years after that eventful night. I'm not sure what would have needed to happen for Louis to request that, but I do think there is a possibility for that to happen.

In any case I found the wording... let's say vague enough to ring the alarm bells for me as well. Because why not say "3 days after the interview" or similar. No, it's "three days after we abandoned him."

"We... abandoned him." A shared decision? What made Armand use the word "abandon"? There are implications to that word. Because you just "leave" people you just met and don't feel much for. They would have "left" Daniel after erasing his memories. But no, they "abandoned" him. There is one definition of "abandoned", which goes: "No longer maintained by its former owners, residents, or caretakers; forsaken, deserted."

And so yes, I think that word is definitely a clue. As well as that vague... time frame. He is trying not to lie, would be my guess. But there are ways to be vague. And as Assad has said it so plainly, Armand is already trying to spin another web, to keep Louis and Daniel away from the truth.

And that truth is that DM happened, but Akasha did not rise. And something else happened that made Armand (and Louis) decide to "abandon" Daniel. Or... they were forced to.

And if Louis really asked for it (we'll see)... then he could not stand to know about it.

And it will be extremely interesting to see what that was.

Or if Armand is just... throwing a smoke bomb there.

[izvmimi]

cw: self-indulgent. hurt/comfort. reader inside her own head.

izuku comes home later than usual. typically by now you’d be asleep, having given up on waiting up on him for the night (you’ve mostly squashed the fear that he wouldn’t come home to you and he’s often relieved to see you sleeping soundly), but when he arrives, you’re wide awake in bed, albeit staring forlornly at the ceiling. 

you say a soft word of greeting when you note his presence at the entrance to the master bedroom, and he stands there for a moment, taking in the scene, eyes giving you a once over as he takes a mental snapshot of the room. physically, you are okay. bundled under too many blankets for the temperature of the room and curled up in fetal position, you don’t show any signs of obvious distress aside from emotional. izuku takes soft footsteps to your side of the bed and your eyes shift towards him as he arrives then crouches down to your level. 

“hi baby. shouldn’t you be asleep?” he asks, with a smile that is a little gentler than usual. you don’t offer him as wide of a smile back, but you are trying. 

he doesn’t like that. you’re covering up your hurt.

“trying,” you murmur. he nods, then fishes for your hand under the blankets, pulling it to his fingers and kissing the tips. 

“how was your day?” he asks. you tell him it was fine, and he kisses your forehead before standing, deciding he’ll probe in just a few moments.

izuku disappears into the bathroom, showering and brushing his teeth before reemerging, hair wet and skin still slightly damp but clean. you turn your body in his direction, forgetting to wear your mask of satisfaction briefly when you rest your head on your folded hands against the pillow. he slips in between the covers beside you and his hand caresses your face.

“how was your day?” you ask, voice barely audible despite the quiet between you two. it’s a quarter to 3am, and you need to be up at 7am; sleeping is more important than asking him how the same old patrol was. izuku brushes his lips against your forehead.

“fine.” he keeps it brief. “no one got hurt.”

“including you?” you ask, eyebrow raised. he laughs, and to his joy, you crack a wider smile too.

“including me.”

“good.”

izuku wraps his arms around you and holds you closer. you nestle into his hold and let out a sigh against his chest you didn’t realize you’d been holding in all day.

a few moments pass where you sit in silence, counting each other’s heartbeats. izuku’s fingers find their way into your hair, teasing through the tresses, and you swallow hard before speaking your heart finally.

“do you think i come off too strong?” you ask the question hesitantly, knowing that the truth may hurt even if it’s coming from someone you love.

there it is, he thinks, thankful that you’re freely communicating. when it’s really bad you clam up, and there’s nothing worse to him than your silence. 

“i think you’re perfect,” he replies. “why do you think otherwise?”

you sigh and close your eyes. he’s too sweet to you sometimes.

"i think i’ve just been having too many difficult conversations lately.”

it’s his turn to let out a deep breath, and his fingers make their way out of your hair to cup your face.

“you’re allowed to speak your mind,” he says. “you’re kind and well-intentioned.”

you purse your lips.

“i’m noisy and opinionated,” you return.

he frowns.

“you’re passionate.” to that, you roll your eyes, and try to turn but he doesn’t let you move easily out of his grasp, just enough so that you can face away from him. his cheek presses against the back of your head.

“don’t worry about saying the wrong thing. i’ll protect you,” he offers. 

“what if i’m the problem?” you add. at that, there is a tiny waver in your voice; it cracks and you clear your throat to cover it up, that and the tears forming in your eyes. his leg nudges yours to part the space in between at the knees, fitting your bodies together even more intimately as he whispers,

“you aren’t, and even if so, you’re my problem to deal with. i’ll defend you no matter what.”

and you are safe then, even from the thoughts in your own head.

[jenyifer]

The trainee ep 7 initial reaction

Okay so didn’t do an ep 6 cause idk I watched it but I was so worried about the GL plot I didn’t want to talk about it. However this week I have enough to NEVER watch that part of the ep again as girl who loves girls computer programmer. So I’m only gonna talk about it once.

LETS DO THE FUN PART OF THE PHOTO REVIEW NOW

Awww the butterfly walk lol nothing can go wrong today!!! Ryan fully in his fantasy after last ep and who can blame him. Go on Cinderella take your twirl on the cat walk.

Actually I think Jane has some insight about his reincarnated lover from previous lives hehe Ryan has some split personality thing going on again when hungry. I mean I buy it. We all know no one else can play multiple boys in the same body as Gun. Also I’ll note here for later Jane realizes something is wrong with Ryan right away. 🥹 he wants Ryan to be his good assistant and friend. Just good developments there.

Okay so I get what Jane is saying here. The bottle exploding is hella dangerous. Also Jane knows Ryan has been spaced out lately and is frustrated cause he doesn’t know why. I’d assume that’s why he’s so emotional about this mistake. It’s possible Jane sees himself in Ryan trying not to rely on anyone else? But Jane knows Ryan could have called Pie at the very least. Mistakes happen but this one was a big one.

I also think this is a good point too if Ryan isn’t needed don’t come and mope or make more mistakes. Something has obvs been wrong with him. Now Jane doesn’t phrase this right but he does apologize so good good

Precious Gunnie Tear. I really like this some cause it’s like Ryan is trying to resist at all costs but it boils over and he can’t keep his most inner thoughts in. He heard Jane’s words as a rejection from the team from his usefulness Ryan desperately wants to find his place

One sentence too far but 🙌🏻🙌🏻🙌🏻 good relationship movement. I don’t know how Jane can interpret this in any other way after their week.

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Okay it’s hating time so move on people who want me to kiss ass instead of sharing my actual opinion. I’m only going to do this once hopefully.

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I’ve made the mistake of dating a 20 year old when I was 26. You’d think that wouldn’t be too crazy of an age gap. However I was just at a totally different place in my life than her. My thing is 30 years old you think it’s okay to hit on and kiss back a 21 year old you know is in a relationship? You know their brain is still developing? Also do you really think that’s going to be fulfilling. No. She’s a piece of shit. Especially since she is her mentor has been taking the girl out of the office on the company’s dime. Of course she thinks Judy is super woman. Just irresponsible. Judy definitely understands what’s going on with Bah-me and her boyfriend and still decides to do this?! Really…. Okay.

Onto Bah-mee complaining her boyfriend doesn’t talk to her. Nowwwww I’m a computer programmer I have worked with guys who take their work home with them to finish it up at 3am or slept in the office SIMPLY BECAUSE THEY LIKE THEIR JOB. Couldn’t be me but it happens. Idk why Tae is doing all the work in the production room as an intern. I’d be worried he would fuck up put under pressure and that HR might murder me for over working the intern. Set that aside. Guys like Tae work fucking hard. But you know what? Most of them adore their loved ones. Work hard and rent a hot air balloon guys. Work hard take their girl on a 2 week long trip. So does tae not talk? Or is because she has long ago given up. He’s been working she’s seen him working FOR HER TO PLAY HARD. Idk it’s just ugh disgusting. I just think of my coworkers who could never think of cheating yeah they might purposely miss out on their kids stuff but their wives? Oh man I know all their names and where they like to go to dinner etc. EVEN THOUGH sometimes they work like idiots.

I think it’s the best they break up Bah-Meee and Judy can go be evil lesbians and Tae can be a computer guy making lots of money to spoil his future girl with it.

[badcaseofcasey]

call me, maybe?

When Derek gets a call from an unknown number at 3AM, it sets of a chain of events that leads to Stiles Stilinski would become a major part of his life. He's only kind of mad about it.

Or, five times Stiles talked to Derek on the phone and the first time they meet in person

Read the full fic on AO3

omg it's my first Sterek fic in years, I'm so excited. big thank you to kali, who won my Fandom Trumps Hate auction and prompted me to write this fic. I can honestly say I had so much fun writing it. The entire fic is posted over on AO3 (linked above). I hope you all enjoy! ☎️☎️☎️

There were a lot of perks to being a werewolf - and Derek means that with no sense of irony, even if it was something that had brought a lot of inconvenience into his life. It was definitely a perk to be able to tell exactly when his annoying neighbor was out in the hallway so he could avoid running into her and getting sucked into a twenty minute conversation about the condo association’s latest schemes. It also certainly came in handy as a firefighter that he could use his senses to tell if there was someone still left in a burning building that he and the team were trying to put out.

But there was one thing about being a werewolf that was unavoidably annoying, and that was super-hearing. It pretty much only came with downsides. Derek had overheard more conversations he never wanted to be a part of than he could count. (It was genuinely shocking the kinds of comments people felt comfortable making about his appearance when they assumed they were out of earshot.) Right now, though, Derek would like nothing more than to ignore the phone vibrating on his bedside table and get a few more precious minutes of sleep. Unfortunately, the soft buzz of the phone against wood was enough to jolt him awake.

He sighed and turned to look at the lit-up screen to see who exactly he was going to be yelling at for waking him up at 3 AM (God, really? He’d only fallen asleep an hour ago), but was surprised to see it was an unknown number. He debated answering for a few more moments before deciding that there was a chance it could be one of his sisters or betas calling from someone else’s phone, so it was worth it to at least check.

“Hello?” he answered the phone, voice still gritty with sleep.

“Scott! Oh my god, it worked. Okay, sorry to wake you, but I stayed up late finishing my final paper for Munroe’s class, but then I couldn’t fall asleep, so instead of doing my usual midnight snack routine, which I’ve been avoiding since I accidentally set a tiny fire in the microwave and woke the whole building up with a fire alarm, I decided to wander the halls, you know, as you do at 3 AM, and lo and behold, there is an honest to god payphone. I didn’t even know these things still existed! So of course, I had to go back and grab some quarters and try it out.”

Derek’s eyes had fluttered closed as soon as he heard the rapid fire voice, hushed to not disturb the quiet hours of the early morning. It was clearly a wrong number, but he was way too tired to try and interrupt the steady stream of words flowing out of his mystery caller. He was seconds away from hanging up and rolling back over when there was a pause on the other line.

“Scott?” the voice asked. “You usually interrupt me by now, did you fall back asleep?”

“Not Scott,” Derek replied, eyes still mostly closed. “But I was almost back asleep after being rudely awoken at 3 AM.”

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry,” the voice on the other end of the line rushed to apologize. “I swear to god I dialed my best friend’s number - it’s my first time using a pay phone.”

“You don’t say,” Derek said, voice sounding surly even to him.

“Okay, I’ll hang up now - sorry again, so sorry.”

Derek dropped his phone back onto the table and rolled back into bed, his eyelids heavy. He had nearly fallen back asleep when the phone rang again. He growled lightly when he saw the same unknown number flash across his screen.

“Still me,” he answered in lieu of a greeting.

“Oh god,” the voice said, clearly embarrassed. “Sorry again - I know what I did wrong this time, though! Your number must be one off from Scott’s - I was debating between it ending in 8845 or 8846- annnnd you definitely don’t care about that part. The good news is now I know, so you shouldn’t be hearing from me anymore.”

“Hey, kid?” Derek interrupted.

“Yes?” came the nervous voice through the phone.

“Get some sleep,” Derek replied. “And maybe, since you know the payphone works now, you can spare your friend the 3 AM wake-up call?”

“Good call,” he said. “Sorry again.”

Derek was already asleep by the time his head hit the pillow.

When he woke up the next morning, he saw a text from an unknown number. Confused, he opened it and saw a message from the kid he spoke to last night.

Unknown [4:37 AM]: sorry again for waking you up in the middle of the night! have a coffee on me if you need the extra caffeine today.

Beneath the text was a link to a Starbucks gift card. Derek rolled his eyes; if he was secretly grateful for the extra caffeine as he headed to the fire station that morning, well, nobody needed to know but him.

[whenikissedthegiyuu]

would you kiss me?

prince!rindou x princess!reader

to love and to be loved, that is all a girl wants

initially this was going in a whole another direction but then i wanted to go further back before they decided to give into their feelings - maybe will start a tag list if enough people are interested and i find enough inspiration to write their story even if it’s out of order

word count 2k

fem!reader, first pov, royalty au, a pathetic attempt at angst, mutual pining, forbidden love, talks of marriage and children, written at 3am not edited at all

My lips curled into a grin as I slipped my hand into Ran’s awaiting palm. He kissed my knuckles before pulling me towards the center of the ballroom as the orchestra began playing a slow song. We swayed to the rhythm, his cheek pressed against my temple.

My eyes fell on Rindou, lilac eyes watching us as he drank his champagne. My chest tightened when he darted his gaze away and slipped away from the crowd.

I had always hated balls and celebrations ever since I was a kid, but now I hated them even more since Ran and I had to pretend to be the happy couple in front of everyone when they knew damn well we weren’t.

“Are you alright, doll?” Ran asked after a few songs of faster paced dancing. “Want to sit down?”

“I could use some fresh air, I’m not feeling well.” I murmured, holding onto his arm as he pulled us away from the crowd of dancing people that had formed around us.

He led me into the gardens with a hand on my lower back, but we were intercepted by one of his distant cousins on the way.

“Well, if it isn’t my favorite cousins!” She offered us a wide smile and took my hands in hers. “How have you been, darling? We didn’t see you on my husband’s birthday last month.”

“I truly apologize. I had an emergency and couldn’t accompany Ran.”

“Oh, no worries, dear! I know once you get married and start having children you’ll be unable to even grace us with your presence once a year with how busy you’ll be!”

My lips parted as I stared wide eyed at the woman at the mention of children. Ran came to my rescue, smiling sweetly at her as he started pulling me away. “If you’ll excuse us, we were on our way outside for some alone time.”

He started walking again without another word, only stopping once we stepped out into the garden and the chilly breeze of the night met our skin.

“There it is again…” I trailed off as I sat down on the stairs leading outside.

Ran sighed and stared up at the moon. His lips were curled down and eyebrows furrowed together.

I blinked away a tear that threatened to fall from my eyes. “You can go back inside, Ran. I don’t want to keep you away from your people.”

“Don’t stress yourself over her words.” He turned to look down at me. “Our betrothal was announced months ago, it’s only natural they start asking about the wedding and children.”

“I don’t want to start popping out children the moment we get married. It’s the only thing I’ve heard from my mother and aunts for years.” I stood up and pointed at the brunet. “You have absolutely no idea what my life was like growing up. While you got to run around the gardens and get dirty and play all you wanted to, I–”

“Hey, doll–“ Ran muttered as he tried to grab my hand but I was faster than him and took a step back.

“I had to learn how to do my makeup, what utensils to use when, what to say, how to serve tea, what to wear, and how to take care of my- no, not my children, your heirs.”

He remained still as I started punching his chest. His hand raised slightly to gesture his guards away, but he remained otherwise stoic as I let out all my anger with him.

“I never could do whatever I wanted. I wanted to ride my horse around the castle grounds, meet with the villagers every once in a while to see how I could help them, a-and–“ I paused when my voice cracked and let Ran crush my arms between us as he engulfed me in a hug. “I wanted to run my country, my people. I wanted to marry for love.”

I buried my face in his chest, tears falling freely down my face.

“I couldn’t even stand to look at you months ago when we saw each other after so many years. Suddenly I was faced with the very reason I had to learn about being the perfect wife and mother– to be your perfect wife and the doting mother of your children.”

He tilted my chin to make me look at him. “And you think I didn’t want to marry for love? That I didn’t want to, at least, court you and get to know you better after not seeing you for so long before we were thrusted into this relationship?”

“And why didn’t you?”

“My father left me no choice. He doesn’t expect to leave for the heavens anytime soon, but he wants to guarantee that I have an heir as soon as possible.”

I clicked my tongue, pushing him away from me as I walked up the steps. “I can’t believe this. I literally just told you I cannot stand speaking of children, of heirs. Can you even begin to imagine the pressure that puts on me? Can you imagine the scandal if I’m unable to give you any children at all? They’ll blame me, of course. Men are never guilty of infertility.”

Stopping at the top of the stairs, I glanced at Ran over my shoulder. His hands were inside his pockets, lips pursed together as he stared at me.

“Please excuse me with our parents and whoever asks about me. I’m not feeling quite well enough to put up a front right now.”

I took a deep breath and grabbed my skirt, walking down the hallway and away from the loud ballroom.

Closing the library doors behind me, I leaned my back on them and took a deep breath. While my initial intentions were to grab a book and read in my room for a couple of hours until I fell asleep, I didn’t even feel like reading once I got there.

I closed my eyes as I shakily let out the air from my lungs. My knees gave out and I slid down the door, tired of pretending to be the happy little bride my parents’ wanted me to be with Ran.

I felt movement nearby. A chair scraping the floor, then footsteps came up to me until I felt someone sitting beside me.

“I heard you talking to Ran.”

I was met with no other than my future brother in law staring at the ceiling, then meeting my eyes when he noticed my staring.

“Ran’s always been the charismatic brother, always knew what to say to gain our people’s respect and adoration.” He started, arms crossing over his chest as he adjusted his position against the wall. “He’s a natural leader. I’m the second best, always have been. I’m not introverted at all, but since I’m not the heir I’m often overlooked. Even more so after my mother died.”

My heart squeezed when I remembered her funeral and the tears that didn’t stop rolling down both brothers’ cheeks all throughout the funeral. Despite not remembering her much as much as he did, I did know she always treated me like the daughter she never had– how I wished my own mother treated me.

I reached over and took his hand in mine, lilac eyes widening slightly before adjusting his grip to hold onto my fingers. He was quiet for a moment longer, then closed his eyes as he leaned his head on the wall.

“There was so much pressure on his shoulders to be the perfect crown prince and never have a single hair out of place. He always used to put up a stoic front when we had to attend balls and events, loathing putting up with everyone’s hypocrisy.” He squeezed my hand. “Until your engagement was announced and he started appearing with you at all these events. His smiles look genuine now and he almost seems like he enjoys himself.”

“Almost?” I tsked, shuffling closer to the long haired male and pulling our hands to rest on my lap. “Gotta step up my game then.”

He scoffed. “What I want to say is that Ran’s lucky to have you and he knows that, he appreciates you. He would do anything for you… Even honor your wish about children.”

A sigh escaped my lips as I leaned my head on the blond’s shoulder. “I don’t think so. He wouldn’t go against your father.”

“Give him some credit. You’ll be his immediate family when you get married. He’ll probably even learn to love you, the way you deserve.”

“Oh, no. I hope not. I am marrying him because I have no other option, because it’s my duty.” I paused, then shook my head. “I don’t see myself falling in love with him.”

Rindou was quiet for a moment. I closed my eyes as if that would prevent him from feeling my racing heart where my chest was pressed against his arm. His finger hooked underneath my chin and he lifted my face to look at him. My breath hitched at how close we were, my free hand coming up to grab his wrist but making no move to actually push him away.

“Why not?”

It took me a moment to realize what he was asking. I grinned, then let out a laugh at his furrowed eyebrows. “All my teenage years saying I had a crush on you and you’re still wondering why I can’t love your brother? Did you not take me seriously?”

His lips twitched as he failed to hold back a smile. “I believe your exact words were that you were gonna be my wife someday.” He breathed out, fingers moving to cup my cheek.

“I did say that, didn’t I?” I murmured softly.

His fingers tightened around mine. “My father didn’t allow it.”

I furrowed my eyebrows. “What?”

“I told him I wanted to make you my wife.”

My lips parted at his confession. “Rindou–“

He leaned forward, making me forget just what I was about to say. His eyes fell on my lips as he paused just a breath away from me.

“What?” He murmured softly, letting go of my hand to cup my other cheek. “Did you not take me seriously?” He echoed my own words back to me.

He didn’t move a single inch even as I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.

“I’m not going to kiss you if you don’t want to. I need a yes from you.”

My eyes fluttered open, they fell on his parted lips. “It’s not that I don’t want to, Rin.”

“Would you kiss me if you weren’t engaged to my brother?”

We stared at each other for a moment. When my lips parted to reply, a knock on the door startled us, making me push the blond away from me. I cleared my throat as he stood, then helped me up. “Yes?”

“I apologize for the intrusion, your Highness. I thought I might find prince Rindou in there, his Majesty and his Highness are looking for him.”

I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding when I realized it was just a servant at the door. I thanked whoever could hear my prayers that it wasn’t Ran at the door since he probably would’ve barged in without announcing himself.

“I believe I saw him heading for the gardens earlier, perhaps you should check outside.” Rindou rolled his eyes, a smile on his lips at my attempt to divert their attention from the upper floors.

“Thank you, your Highness. Don’t hesitate to call for us if you need anything before bed.”

“Will do.”

We remained quiet until we couldn’t hear her footsteps anymore. Rindou chuckled softly, “Guess that’s my cue to go.”

“Don’t keep them waiting.” I turned my back on him, heading toward the bookshelves to grab that book I came into the library in the first place for.

Rindou pulled me back toward him, fingers curling around my forearm to keep me in place. I looked at him expectantly.

“Forget what I said, okay? I don’t want to make you feel like you have to choose between my brother and I, mainly because our families already chose for you.”

He leaned down to press a gentle kiss to my knuckles, then walked out of the library without letting me say another word. My lips slowly curled into a smile despite the disappointment growing in me at the interrupted moment.

I traced my lips absentmindedly with my fingertips. Would I have really kissed him?

[hopelessdelusional]

.・。.・゜✭・.✫・゜・。.

“So yeah, that’s what I would like to do for this shoot! Any questions?”

You sat in the conference room that was just down the hall from the shoot with the all the workers for Bakugou’s shoot. Three nights ago, You and Hitoshi stayed up until 3AM discussing literally every single detail of the shoot. You had made not only a pamphlet that went along with the presentation but a whole slide show that explained why you decided on everything. Toshi said it was overkill, and you said it wasn’t enough.

You stood there as they talked amongst themselves and tried to avoid Bakugou’s piercing gaze as you stood nervously picking at you button up. You didn’t have to dress as professionally for the first time you came here because it was only a test run, so you were able to get away with jeans and tennis shoes. However for this meeting you had to wear dress pants that felt a little more tight than the last time you wore them along with a classic white button up and your favorite black heals.

“If that’s something you don’t like however I do have a whole binder full of ideas that we could start with but of course it would take a day or two to come up with more elaborate ideas-“

“It’s more than enough Miss l/n, in fact we can’t think of a single reason as to why we wouldn’t want to do this. Right Bakugou?”

Everyone in the room turned to him, forcing you to do the same. It was like torture! Every glance of him brought back more memories of that hour and a half worth of the messiest make out session you’ve ever experienced. How can so many things happen in only an hour and a half?! Maybe it’s just his charm, maybe that’s his secret. He’s a hell of an awful kisser but so much can happen in such a short amount of time. Maybe that’s just his whole gist in general! There was so much to learn about this man, and you hated that fact that you wanted to know everything.

“Yeah, I like it.”

Everyone in the room cheered as you and Bakugou maintained eye contact. You smiled at him, trying to be polite but that only ended in him bashfully turning his head away. You stood there still smiling, was it possible you were making the great Bakugou Katsuki flustered?

As everyone started to walk out, Bakugou’s agent, Allison Marks went up to you and hugged you. You were a little taken back but you remembered that Ochacko was the same way when you first met her, so you allowed it and squeezed her back.

“That was incredible! I’ve never seen such focus and passion into this kind of stuff! I mean you had every pose, every lighting change, every angle, every outfit, and even every makeup look! How did you do it?”

You blushed smiling, not having gotten this kind of recognition in a long time.

“I had an amazing friend who got me off my ass and made me work, he brings out the best in me.”

Allison melted at your words, “that is the most beautiful sentiment I’ve ever heard, y/n. You are just such a remarkable woman!”

She gave you one last quick hug, then raced out of the room to catch up with the rest of the team, little did you know Bakugou stayed behind.

“She’s way too energetic for her own good,” Bakugou leaned on the table as you cleaned up the room. You looked up at him before smiling at the thought of her bright aura.

“Yeah but it’s so refreshing to have in this line of work, not a lot of people think of photography as art anymore.”

Bakugou cocked an eyebrow at you, watching you closely.

“Art? You think all of this is art?”

You stopped what you were doing for a moment, before standing up fully again and looking at him. His answer seemed genuine but you still didn’t really know they guy. His voice was gruff and his face was pretty much always the same, except when he gets mad, now that’s something you’d like to watch with popcorn in your hands.

“Of course it’s art. There’s so much creativity and thought that goes into this process, I mean did you not just see my whole presentation?”

You shut the computer down quickly before walking over to the blond, who was now looking very amused at your new frustration.

“Look, you may not understand because all you have to do is stand there and look pretty but the people who work on this really do put a lot of human emotion and expression into making this successful. That’s the key with art, it’s more than just showing sweat drip down your glorious abs.”

You rolled your eyes as you walked away from him, not wanting to be any closer in fear you would somehow black out and end up kissing him again. In your defense his cologne is really strong.

“You think my abs are glorious?”

His tone was teasing, almost like he was testing the waters with you.

What was wrong with this guy? He’s so full of it that he didn’t even pay attention to anything that you said except for the one compliment!

“I’ll see you in ten Bakugou, enjoy your break.”

You tried not to sneer at the selfish man next to you as he passed you, and thankfully he got the hint and let you leave.

“Shit.”

You had finally gotten home after a long day of Bakugoy torturing you. It was so weird because it seemed like he was trying to mess with you but any time you tried to match his energy, he looked the other way and pretended you didn’t exist. What was this guy’s problem! You just wanted to shove him into a wall and make out with him talk things out so it wasn’t awkward anymore. He just wasn’t professional. That was it. He was too immature and you didn’t have to think about him ever again after this.

You were able to calm down by having your third cup of coffee and sat down at the kitchen table with your laptop. Your team was able to get a lot of good shots today, and they wanted you to edit the pictures they got. The only problem was that the company that you work for now has a contract with this new editing software. They explained it in further detail but your shift was over and you have a nasty habit of turning off your brain whenever your shift ends.

“What is it?” Hitoshi came over to where you were sitting, chewing obnoxiously in your ear causing you to shove his face away. He just laughed and continued chewing, grossing you out further.

“I swear to go Toshi if you get cookie crumbs on my brand new laptop-“

“I’ve never seen this website, what is it?”

You rolled your eyes at his lame way to change the topic but you let him do it anyways.

“I…honestly don’t know. I genuinely have no idea where to even start with this.”

Toshi finally swallowed his food and leaned towards the computer. It did make you giggle a bit, he needed glasses but is refusing to even think about it making him look like an old person whenever he looks at a screen.

“Oh shit yeah, this actually looks like something from the future.”

You chuckled before swatting him away, trying to figure it out on your own. You created a whole career by yourself, all self taught for fucks sake! You can figure this one software program, everything is “new” at one point, you’ll totally make this your bitch!

“y/n you’ve been cursing up a storm for the past ten minutes, just email asking to use a different editing program.”

You grunted, letting your head fall on the table. You stared at the rings that still scattered across your fingers, not yet taking them off from work. Then, you thought of Bakugou again. You literally couldn’t get him out of your head, you’ve only been working at that stupid place for a week and you’ve already found yourself infatuated by him! That’s ridiculous, and not you. After the shit that your first ex made you go through you promised that you wouldn’t get as attached again, not unless it was a long term relationship. You hated situationships and how awful relationships had been for you. You just wanted to find someone you felt at home with.

“Hey, take a break, we can figure this out later.”

You sat up, taking a deep breath and realizing there was a small tear running down your face. You’ll be alright. You’ll find the right person when it’s time.

“Yeah, I’ll be there in a second”

You got up and headed to your room, where you were finally able to take off all the little pieces of jewelry and makeup off, and put on some comfortable clothes. As of right now you are home, and that’s good enough for you.

~

“No way! Toshi you never told me you were into Kaminari! This completely changes things!”

You fell back onto the cough laughing as Hitoshi covered his face with a pillow. You couldn’t say you didn’t see this coming, it was quite obvious the day of the party when you introduced him to each other. They already knew of each other from college but you weren’t aware of how many classes they had together and how much Hitoshi watched Kaminari’s channel.

“Shut up. I never told you because I knew you would would be a dick about it.”

You immediately stopped laughing and sat back up. “Toshi! I’m sorry if I ever made you feel uncomfortable, I want to be that person you go to for everything.”

You tried to give him your most impressive puppy dog eyes but all you got in return was a pillow to the face.

“You are the person I go to for everything dipshit, it’s just this is embarrassing and I know I’ll never have the chance to go out with him-“

“Toshi!” you moved the pillow and grabbed your best friend’s shoulders. His eyes widened but quickly went back to his resting “i’m judging you” face. You leaned in close to his face, so close your foreheads were touching. You knew he hated this proximity but you needed him to understand the words that were about to come out of your mouth.

“You are one of the most wonderful person, if not the most wonderful person I have ever met. There is no way in hell he wouldn’t be interested in you.”

Toshi stayed like that for a bit, arms crossed firmly on his chest before allowing his body to fall backwards into the couch. You stared at him, examining his body language. If you hadn’t known him for so long it would have been hard for you to read him, but right now you could tell that he was definitely thinking really hard, trying to comprehend what you had just said to him.

“Kaminari is really good at editing things, I bet you could get him to do it for you.”

Your eyes widened before you hoped up on your feet, scaring Hitoshi.

“Toshi! You’re a genius!” You rushed over and grabbed his face before planting a firm kiss on his forehead. “I knew you were my best friend for a reason.”

You raced to the kitchen where your phone was charging and opened twitter as fast as you could. You only had his twitter, hoping his DMs weren’t flooded with fans trying to talk to him.

“You know I hate it when you do that!”

You smiled as you typed away on your phone, putting it down after you sent a quick explanation to him.

“You know you love it. Want some more popcorn?”

“Duh.”

.・。.・゜✭・.✫・゜・。.

this is why we can’t have nice things…literally

i think i got way too carried away with this one…i just didn’t want to have to do a shit ton for sunday’s post

speaking of sunday! im planning on doing some more written content for that post, and im gonna do a post with a poll if y’all are cool with that. i don’t wanna like explode ur brain with so much plot yk? if y’all are sick of my writing then i’ll just do a silly filler episode or smth idk i’ll think of smth

fun facts! ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

- katsuki was definitely staring at y/n’s ass during her presentation

- katsuki didn’t mean to be rude when he asked y/n the question, it was genuine! he just sucks at showing emotion and y/n isn’t used to his weird behavior/personality yet

- katsuki is also not used to flirting like he thinks he’s soooo good at flirting (he’s not) but when someone he’s actually into reciprocates it freaks him the fuck out

- after they graduated high school bkg basically did the whole speech he did to izuku in the manga and apologized, they both cried and are now on good terms and their families hang out together on holidays again :)

- shoto is low key jealous of bkg, not in a toxic way, just like a pouting puppy, to which izuku always makes sure to smother his face in kisses to make him feel better 🥺

- idc if you agree or not bkg DEFINITELY says “lol” to piss of kami bc he knows it brothers him

- y/n and toshi are siblings your honor. and if you don’t obnoxiously chew in your sibling’s ear are you really siblings?

- toshi follows kami on EVERYTHING, it’s kinda pathetic :/

- kami is nocturnal. that’s it. that’s all i have to say about that.

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[hetalia-angel]

Could you do some headcanons for Prussia, Russia, France, Spain, England and Romano with a darling who's trying to learn their native languages, pretty please?

Ofc Pookie bear. 🩷🩷🩷

Darling trying to learn the countries native language

England

Arthur is so used to everyone already knowing English since it’s the most known language in the world, so having a Darling that wasn’t fluent was a very new experience for him.

Arthur is a dad at heart a dysfunctional one but that’s something for another day. He’ll print off those worksheets that make you write the cursive alphabet and spell different words as a fun activity. Arthur will also try and include reading, movie nights, and listening to music to boost his darling’s fluency.

Arthur will sit his darling in his lap while he reads one page to her and she reads the next as they alternate.

As mentioned before he’s an awkward dad at heart who’s trying to do his best to help.

7/10 for effort in his teaching skills

France

Francis will be very flattered that his darling has decided to learn his language. He’ll try to expose his darling to lots of French media and tv shows to accustom her to the language.

Francis will be whipping out the old children’s books and lullabies he used to use for Matthew and read them to his darling. The children’s books are easy to follow and simple for beginners to understand.

He’s not the best teacher his he’d rather just kiss his darling and murmur the sweet French into her ear instead of explaining it.

Be prepared to receive lots and lots of texts and letter in French. Francis will be declaring his love to his darling at 3am. These messages will be so long that they have the read more button at the bottom to click to see it in full.

Francis gets a 0/10 since I would get into a fight with him any day.

Prussia

Gilbert was immediately very supportive of the idea. He attempts to try and talk to his darling only in German but he has a bad habit of speaking in English so it doesn’t come naturally.

He attempts to show his darling german tv shows… but Germany is notorious for dubbing over them in every language possible. Gilbert could find every one besides the ones in german…

He keeps attempting to teach you until he gives up and asks Ludwig to come over and teach you. Ludwig is a strict and thorough teacher and Gilbert’s darling will definitely be fluent by the end of a few sessions.

4/10 Gilbert tried his best, okay?

Romano

Lovino loves his darling and his language… but he’s a terrible teacher. He has a short temper, doesn’t explain assignments, and is confused when his darling doesn’t understand things he finds simple.

He tries for a few week to teach his darling with no results. Eventually he makes his darling download duolingo and he pays for premium so she can learn faster.

Lovino will occasionally quiz his darling and check in on her progress.

2/10 Lovino is doing his best which isn’t that good. Still better than Francis though.

Russia

Ivan is a sweet guy to his darling 24/7 so when she decides to learn Russian he’s over the moon. He’s booking them a trip to St. Petersburg and taking his darling on a full tour.

He’s as calm and patient as possible with his darling while teaching. Ivan accidentally distracts his darling with his accent since she finds him a little bit too sexy to keep focus on learning.

Ivan’s teaching method is easy enough to follow and he goes all out getting lots of help for his darling to learn. Everything is going smoothly until the day he decides to teach you Russian cursive. Ivan’s darling can’t follow his teachings since she claims that it all looks like scribbles.

9/10 Ivan puts in the effort unlike Francis who I’ve decided I have beef with.

Spain

Antonio is more than happy to teach you everything about his culture and language. He’ll waste no time to show his darling telenovelas and Spanish songs.

Spanish is a widely learnt language so he searches up one of those curriculums online to teach to his darling.

Antonio loves that his darling is learning Spanish mostly so he can find a new way to flirt with her.

[im-a-king-baby]

🪷

Hi! I cannot see this emoji because apparently I need to update several of my devices but I am going to ASSUME it is a flower. <3

Your snippet is about Laura (aka the fan who drove Simon to Bjarstad at the end of a very strange day)

Laura is pretty sure she’s dreaming. The entire night has had this air of unreality and now there’s this boy sitting in her passenger seat staring out the window in a white hoodie several sizes too big.

“What was your name?” he asks.

They’ve been driving for twenty minutes. This is the first thing he’s said since he offered to have sex with her and she said, “Um, no thank you?” like the most awkward person in history.

Google maps says it’s still nearly two hours to Bjarstad. And she can’t put on music because the car only has a CD player and the only CDs she has are Simme albums and Simme is sitting in her passenger seat. “Laura. Laura Andersson.”

He nods. “Hi.”

So fucking surreal. “Hi.”

“Were you looking for me?”

“What?”

“Looking for me,” he repeats. “Like, did Twitter say where I was so you went to find me?”

For a second she’s insulted at the implication, but when she glances over he doesn’t look angry, just tired. Resigned. Like he expects her to say yes.

And she’s seen all the news footage of crowds around the Grand hotel. She was looking on Twitter after the show for other fans talking about the new song but instead it was all people asking where the crew had moved to, rumours about different hotels. “No,” she says. “I was -” she pauses, trying to plan the sentence and tripping up on several words. Funnily enough high school language classes never covered ‘adulterous asshole’. Or maybe they did, she wasn’t great at paying attention. “I don’t know how to say it in English.”

“Oh,” he sounds surprised, like he’d forgotten where he was in between playing the show and now, and switches. “Swedish is fine. Sorry.” His Swedish accent is a bit rough, just like on stage, but he speaks it easily enough. Of course he does, he grew up here.

“I know you don’t like it,” she says.

He laughs softly, at a joke he doesn’t bother to share, letting his head thud against the passenger window. “Did I say that?”

He’s still speaking Swedish, so she switches because translating everything at 3am while her ears are still ringing and she’s driving an unfamiliar route into the middle of nowhere is going to give her a headache. “You gave an interview once where you said you wish you could forget Swedish so that you could forget everything that happened in Sweden.”

“Oh.” He touches his hoodie pocket, like he needs to reassure himself that it’s still there. “I probably shouldn’t have said that.”

“Is it true?”

He glances sideways at her, possibly looking at her properly for the first time. “Sometimes,” he says. Whatever that means. “So where were you headed, before?”

“I was looking for a hostel. I was supposed to be staying with my boyfriend - I’m from Gothenburg and he’s from Stockholm but he comes over a lot for work. Then he texts me after the show started like ‘actually my wife has decided not to take the kids to her mother’s so you’ll have to get a hotel.’ And obviously I called him and he goes ‘I thought you knew I was married’ like obviously I did not. And the wife doesn’t know about me so all this time I’ve been a fucking homewrecker or something. Anyway all the hotels were booked out from the concert so I was looking for this hostel I saw online in the hope they might have a bed free and then I saw you.”

And she pulled over to check if he was alright and to ask if she could drive him somewhere - half wondering if she could maybe negotiate a room at his hotel, or at least a couch to crash on and somewhere to park overnight - and he’d climbed in and asked if she knew a town called Bjarstad.

It’s kind of on her way home, only adds an hour or so to the overall drive time. And when she’d unsubtly mentioned that she’d need to sleep at some point, he’d dropped that he owned a house there. In some middle-of-nowhere town in Sweden, a country he supposedly hasn’t been back to in nearly 3 years.

Then he’d offered her money, a photograph, and sex, in that order.

“Fuck,” Simme says, his voice is flat but she appreciates the sentiment. “Well. Sorry I fucked up the show for you as well.”

She glances sideways, but she can’t look long enough to get a good sense of his expression without taking her attention off the road. “It was fine. I mean who else can say they got to hear a Simme original song, live.” God, that makes it sound like she hated it. “I mean I loved the song, the song was great.” Or maybe that’s too much enthusiasm for a song he sang like his heart was fucking breaking. “I mean, it was sad. But really pretty.”

She takes her eyes off the road again, to see his mouth quirk into a tiny half smile. “You should send that to my PR team,” he says. “Sad But Pretty. There’s an album title right there.”

[winniethewife]

Eclipsing Love

(Marc Spector x Mafia!OC)

Last chapter ~ Next chapter

Chapter 3: Bloodied hands

Words: 1852

They had decided to go back to her place above the bar to keep planning the infiltration of her father's organization but by the time they had gotten there on the back of Charlotte's motorcycle and has headed up to her apartment they had gotten distracted and undressed each other and made love, multiple times that night. Next thing Marc knew he woke up in the morning naked in Charlotte's bed with her nude form in his arms, covered in marks from the night before.

As Marc slowly opened his eyes, the sunlight filtering in through the windows making him squint slightly. He turned his head to the right and saw Charlotte laying next to him, his mind flashing back to the night before. His skin almost felt like it was on fire but it was worth it. He turned over onto his back, letting out the slightest groan as he pulled Charlotte close to him. He had no problem with waking up like this.

"Hey." He said quietly. She moans slightly and rolls to look at him with that half smile on her face.

“Hey you.” She chuckled slightly and runs her fingers through his hair and across his face. “Um so I gotta ask, where you going to tell me about Steven? He seemed kinda offended you hadn't mentioned him when we… met at like 3am.” She smiles slightly at him. He was kinda surprised at her mentioning of his Alter.

"Oh, well, I'm kinda three people, I’ve got this.. Disorder…Called DID" Marc explained quickly. "Like... three minds in one body. There’s me, Steven and Jake. Steven is a really good guy, Jake is…odd at best." He heard the Spanish man chuckling in his head, Steven seemed relieved that he had explained the situation. His finger brushed across Charlotte's cheek, gently touching it.

"I hope you'll like them, too. I’m sure they’ll like you."

“He seemed really nice. Just very confused about waking up in my bed at 3am.” She chuckled slightly. “Look I'm not judging. It was just a little odd that my new boyfriend woke me up at 3am with a British accent wondering where he was.” She caresses his face, a slight laugh leaving her lips and she leans in kissing him softly. He laughed as his finger ran around Charlotte's lips, tracing them before he kissed her back.

"Listen, Charlotte..." He hesitated before speaking again, but he knew he had to. "There's something I need to tell you. About me." He was ready to talk. To tell Charlotte everything. She had been honest with him about her life it was time to be honest about his.

 “Something other than the DID?” She definitely looks a little confused. This guy was definitely mysterious and had a lot of secrets. “You can tell me anything Marc.” She moves some of his dark curls out of his face. He nodded quickly, as if he had been waiting his whole life to tell someone this.

"I'm... kind of a vigilante” That was the easiest way for Marc to put it. "If you're going to keep working with me and we’re gonna take down your dad... then you're gonna need to know exactly who you're dealing with."

 “How do you become ‘kind of’ a Vigilante? I feel like that's a full commitment...”she laughs slightly. She wasn't sure why she honestly believed him. Maybe it was just because of how weird Marc is but she just trusts he wouldn't make shit up.

 “What's funny is, I've had to keep that a secret from every woman I've ever loved... but something about you feels different.” Marc leaned over and kissed her nose, his finger rubbing along her jawline now. "But you know enough of me now to believe when I say... I'm working with the god Khonshu, ancient Egyptian God of the Moon, and Vengeance." He put his finger over Charlotte's lips. "You know I'm not joking now."

“The moon bird dude?” She blinks a couple times. “Elizabeth was really into mythology, hang on”. Charlotte grabs a robe that was sitting next to the bed and wraps it around herself before leaving the bedroom for a few minutes before returning with a small statue of Khonshu. “This one right?”

Marc was stunned that Charlotte believed him so quickly, but it made sense with everything he knew about her. When he saw her come back and grab the statue, he started laughing he couldn't help it.

"Yeah, that one... the moon bird dude." Marc leaned back on his elbows, staring at Charlotte. Holding the statue in his hand as he let out another chuckle

“Oh crap. Did I...offend him or something? Like don't usually think gods like being called, moon bird dude...”she chuckles slightly and sits next to him. “Just tell him I meant it in the nicest way possible...”

“Its fine, I don't think Khonshu will be offended…or at least, I hope not. I think you calling him the moon bird dude is pretty accurate and funny.” He reaches out and let’s fingers run along Charlotte's hair as they sit on the bed together. "That's the thing about being Khonshu's avatar, it feels like he's got this weird sense of humor that I just understand. You know?"

 “I think I'm just trying to wrap my head around the idea of a god having a sense of humor.” She laughs. “Like does he tell really ancient knock knock jokes?” She laughs again. “Oh my Gods I'm going to get myself in trouble...” He looked at Charlotte for a split second before laughing.

"No knock knock jokes, so far... but that would be pretty damn funny at some point." Marc felt the need to be more serious for a second, and put his hand over Charlotte's. "It's not all good... there's a cost to having his power, you know?" She nods her expression turning serious as well.

“Power always comes at a cost. Growing up in the Mob has taught me that more than anything.” She’s quite for a minute and slides her hands into his. “I guess there's a lot of blood on both our hands.” she says quietly as she touches her forehead to his. They lay back in the bed together in silence for a moment as Charlotte thinks about everything she's done for her father. All the people she killed. All that she’s lost in The name of power. Marc thinking of all those he has killed in Khonshu’s name. Marc gently put his hand over Charlotte's hair, pulling her towards his body so that they could lay there together the way they had the night before. He let out a small sigh, and thought for a moment before he asked something.

"Would you take it back if you could? Everything you've done for your father?"

“Of course I would. When I killed people it wasn't for a greater good or in service of a god of vengeance. It was all in service to a man who wants more power, more wealth, and more loyal followers to worship his power, wealth and status. I killed... innocent people, just because he wanted them dead.” She sits up and holds her head in her hands as she thinks of everyone she's hurt. “It's unforgivable. The worst part is...” she looks at him her head now resting on her knees. “I liked doing it, I loved the thrill. The way they begged for their lives... it was like music to my ears...”

Marc sat up next to Charlotte, his expression softens. He knew Charlotte's pain now and it hurt to see her so broken.

"How many years did you work for him?" Marc asked, his tone soft. "And why'd he want them dead? Did he ask you every time, or... did you not question anything?"

“I was sixteen when I made my first kill.” She said as she opens her eyes again and stares out into the distance. “He was handcuffed and presented to me, on my fuckin birthday. I was handed a gun and I shot him execution style. Then we had cake.” She seems to start to zone out after that. She doesn't even answer his other questions. She just sits there and stares at nothing. Marc felt her pain on a deep level now. He felt her trauma and how hard it was for her at such a young age because of all she'd lost.

"Charlotte, I need you to pay attention to me, okay?" He said, putting his hand under her chin and turning her body towards his and putting his hand on her cheek. “do you remember him? do you remember the man you killed” He thought maybe if she talked about it, it would help bring her out of her dissociative state.

“Johnathan, Johnathan Johnson. We called Him JJ. One of my father's lackeys who had failed him. I knew him, he was only a few years older than me, 19, he was my initiation kill.  I went to his graduation party a year before... I knew his parents...” her voice trails off.

"Can you see him? JJ? Can you picture him?" Marc's voice was gentle— he didn't want to force Charlotte to do something she didn't want, but he felt like helping her process all of this would help her in the long run. And if that meant dredging up some painful memories, then so be it. Marc waited for Charlotte's response, his hand on her shoulder.

“Brown hair, hazel eyes, freckles, a mole on his left cheek. He had a tattoo on his arm, ‘Too much sanity is madness’ from Don Quixote. His favorite novel.” She blinks a couple times before slightly coming back into focus “I remember all the people I've killed. She looks over at him. Don't you?” Marc closed his eyes for a moment as he tried to remember.

"I do..." He whispered, and then he nodded. "I do remember every person... every face. Their eyes. Their last words." A moment later, Marc opened his eyes and looked at Charlotte again. "He sounds like a nice kid... I bet he didn't want to get himself involved in all of this."

“He was a Mafia kid too. His parents were involved. It's a curse, you pass it on to the next generation. That's why I've gotta Get Isabella out of this. I never want her to have to pick up a gun in her life.” She sits up as she says this. “Her hands will be clean.” She mutters. “That's what Elizabeth wanted. Isabella should never have to do this. Ever. I owe them both that much.” He nodded slowly, not wanting to speak right now. Charlotte was right, he had to get Isabella out of this curse that had befallen their family. She deserved to be free of this life that Charlotte herself had become tied to. He knew what he had to do next.

"Are you ready to stop your father?" He asked, his voice soft but there was still an air of strength in his tone. She nodded

“Let’s do this.”

Tag: @ominoose

Master List

[strangerthingslover69]

You really are a tease ~ part 1

Hopper + female reader

Warmings ~ swearing~

~ Eventual smut ~

You’d move into Hoppers cabin a few months ago, your dad had enough of you shit and called his his oldest friend chief Jim Hopper asking if you can stay with him, how could he say no? Despite the age gap you’ve always had thing thing for the chief. Living with him can be difficult but one evening you decide to make things more fun. If your daddy found out he would of never asked you move in

Two months ago:

‘That’s it! I’ve had enough of to it shit Y/N!’ You dad shouts as you stumble in at 2am drunk. He storms to the kitchen phoning someone, you too drunk to hear the words exchanged but they are short and sweet. He makes his way up to your room, you follow behind. He’s throwing your clothes into a suitcase. ‘W-what the hell daddy!’ You shout as you make your way over to him. He just continues to put your clothes in. ‘I told you the last time Y/N if you pull anymore stunts your out. You’re 25 fucking years old! I’m done.’ You dad shouts angrily at you. Your mum unable to speak in your bedroom doorway behind you with tears in her eyes. ‘You you can’t! W-where will I go?!’ You scream at him with tears rolling down your cheeks. Then sound of the doorbell makes you turn your head. Your dad zips up your suitcase taking it with him, he grabs your wrist dragging you down the stairs. You try to keep up and not fall. Your mum shouting behind telling your dad to be careful, he’s not listening. He’s done with you like he said. Your dad opens the door passing the person the suitcase. He pushes you towards them, ‘she’s all your Hop. I’m done. Thanks for this’ your dad says to Hopper. As your dad pushed you into Hopper you stumble over your suitcase falling to his chest. He steadies you up. ‘No problem Jack. I’ll look after her, keep her on the straight and narrow’ Hopper says grabbing your bag. The door shuts in your face. You hear him lock the door. ‘C’mon kid let’s go’ Hopper says making his way to the car. ‘Daddy, please! Please let me in’ you say crying and banging on the door. ‘I-I’m sorry. Please momma please!’ You see the lights before he turned off and you sink to the floor sobbing.

Hoppers put your suitcase in the back and comes to get you. You don’t fight back as he helps you to your feet. You stumble walking over to the car but don’t fall as Hopper holds you. He helps you in and leans over buckling you in closing the door and making his way to the drivers side. All the way to his cabin you just cry. As Hopper pulls in he turns to you and says, ‘look Y/N, I’m sure they’ll come around. But for now you’re staying with me. So that means you follow my rules. Okay?’ You don’t answer. He leans over and lifts your chin up with his hand, ‘Do you understand what I said?’ You look into his eyes, despite the fact it’s 3am and he’s clearly not happy to be here he has kind eyes. ‘I-I understand’ you reply in a quiet voice. He lets go of your chin, ‘good, let’s go in. We both need a good nights sleep’ he says exiting the car. You undo your seatbelt and open the door, you slowly get out making sure not to fall over. You follow Hopper to the door of his cabin, it looks nice. Once inside you glance around, your vision is a little blurred from crying a lot and being drunk still. But you can see there’s a living room, kitchen with a table and chairs, a door leading to what you assume is a bedroom and another room with just a curtain. ‘It’s not much but it does the trick’ Hopper says locking the door behind you and making his way to get a glass filling it with water, he gets some aspirin from the draw. ‘Take these. Then you need to get some sleep.’ He says giving your the drink and tablets, you take them giving a small nod. ‘This is where you can sleep’ he says putting your suitcase in the room behind the door. You make your way over looking around. You start to miss your own room filled with all of your things. You begin to cry again. ‘Hey Y/N, it will get better kid. Honest’ Hopper says putting his hand on your shoulder. You look up at him, ‘w-why you being so nice to me after everything I’ve done?’ You say in between crying. Hopper rubs your shoulder slowly, ‘I’ve been there kid. Disobeying my parents. Causing havoc. Too much drinking. I get it. I don’t wanna see you go through what I did.’ He says with a sigh. You move in and give him a hug your arms reaching around his waist and crying into his chest. Hopper tenses as first by your actions but soon moves his arms around you returning the hug. ‘Hey it’s okay kid, c’mon. You need sleep’ he says pulling you off of him. You sniffle and nod. He turns to leave. ‘Hopper?’ You say in a small voice. ‘Will you stay? Only till I-I fall asleep?’ You ask awkwardly biting your thumb. He turns back, ‘erm sure kid. If that’s what you need’ he says back. You take off your shoes not bothering to change clothes as you climb into the bed. You pat the empty space beside you for Hopper. He hesitantly sits. ‘Thank you Hopper’ you whisper. It doesn’t take you long to fall asleep. Before Hopper leaves he takes once last look at you. Your mascara has ran down your cheeks, even though your eyes are close he can see there red and puffy from the crying, you hair is a mess, still in the same clothes. He’s sure in for a ride with looking after you. He shakes his head a makes his way to kitchen grabbing a beer mumbling to himself, ‘why did I have to answer the damn phone’

You woke up with a thumping headache and a dry throat. You could smell bacon cooking, you sat up slowly as your head was spinning bit. Your eyes adjusted to the room. This wasn’t your room. Where were you? You take in your surroundings when you remember what had happened. You came home and your daddy kicked you out. It was all flooding back to you. You caught you reflection in the mirror. You looked awful. Make up all smudged along your face, reeking of alcohol, same clothes as yesterday and your hair was sticking up everywhere. You grabbed your suitcase and began to search. Luckily you found your make up wipes, hairbrush and deodorant. You wipes off your left over make up and brushed through your hair. Taking off yesterdays old clothes and putting on some of pjs, your daddy didn’t pack all of your stuff so an oversized t-shirt and a pair of panties will do. You looked at yourself again, ‘somewhat better’ you mumbled you yourself. Before opening the door you took a deep breath and opened it.

You see Hopper in his kitchen cooking some bacon on the cooker. He hadn’t noticed you yet. You watched as he turned over the bacon whistling to himself. You’re not going to lie you’d always had a crush on him despite the age difference. It’s ever more awkward now since you’re living with him for the unforeseeable future. He was in his uniform ready for work. He always looked good in that, the amount of times you thought about him handcuffing you and bending you over with his uniform still on. God get yourself together. You slowly approach him as you’re about to tap him on the shoulder he turns around. ‘Jesus Y/N! You scared the shit out of me’ he nearly shouted out. ‘Sorry’ you say in a whisper. You don’t realise how close you are to one another until Hopper tries to move back but can’t. ‘I just wanted to say thank you. Thank you for letting me stay chief’ you say bringing your hand up to his chest. You think fuck it. May as well flirt whilst you’re there. It could be fun, no daddy to tell you no. He takes your hand off him and moves to the side going to the fridge. ‘No problem kid. Always looking out for you’ he says pouring some juice out for you both. ‘Take a seat, made you some breakfast to hopefully help that hangover’ he says pointing to the chair. ‘Thank you, feeling pretty shitty’ you say sitting down. He places a plate of food in front of you, it’s not just bacon he’s cooked. There’s eggs, sausages and toast. It looks like a perfect cure. You start to eat as he joins you. ‘So erm, your dad called this morning.’ Hopper begins. ‘Your mums got the rest of your stuff in bags to bring here later today. I said you can stay here as long as they need. Well as long as you need. Your dad isn’t happy with you kid.’ He says taking a sip of juice. You look down at your plate sad, ‘I really fucked up this time Hop. I don’t know what I can do’ you try to hold in your tears but you can’t. You’ve always caused trouble for your parents. They were never around much growing up, your mum always working and your dad always at the bar. He doesn’t drink now though, he got sober as you started becoming more reckless. It wasn’t bad at first, staying out past curfew, going to parties on school nights but then you started skipping school to go smoke with your friends. It just carried on down hill once your graduated. You started staying out all night sometimes two, not contacting your parents to let them know where you were. You just drank and smoked. You needed to escape the reality you were in. You had a job, you hated it but you had one. You don’t know how you managed to keep it considering you were late most days. But last night was different. It was your grandads birthday (he died last year so the first one without him) and you, your grandma, mum and dad were going to go out to dinner to celebrate his birthday. You didn’t show. You didn’t want to go. It hurt to remember he was gone, you always looked up to him, more than you did with your daddy. You drank away the pain. You went bar hopping with your friends, hooked up with a girl at one and fucked a guy in another. You have no clue who they were. But you needed to escape. To forget. You knew you were a let down. You always had been so why break the habit of a lifetime?

The tears kept coming out and once again you were a blubbering mess. Hopper got up from his chair and crouched next to you. He rubbed your back. ‘Hey it’s okay, I-I’m sure you can work it out.’ He said to you comfortingly. You turned to look at him. He’s so kind to you. You don’t know why. He always has been. Even when he’s arrested you for stealing and caught you with weed. You’ve no criminal record though, he never took you to the station, you just talked it out in his van and he’d listen, it’s like he got you more than anyone. He felt sorry for you. He knew how your dad could be and your mum had just given up. Hopper wanted to to know he was there for you. ‘How? How can it be okay Hop? I’m just a disappointment!’ You soon leaning down into him. You nearly knock him off his feet but he steadies himself as your hold onto his shoulders and just cry. He runs his hand up and down your back to try comfort you. You stay like that till you calm down. You lean back rubbing away your nose and left over tears. ‘Sorry’ you say in a small voice looking down. Like last night he takes your chin in his hand and lifts your face to meet his. ‘Don’t be. It’s okay kid. I’m here to help you okay?’ He says sincerely. You give a small nod. He gets up and finishes his juice. ‘I’ve got to go to the station now but you’ll be okay? Feel free to have a shower, towels are in the cupboard.’ He says putting on his jacket. You stand up from your seat walking over to him. ‘Thank you Hop. Again. I-I think you would be a great daddy’ you say putting your arms around his neck pulling him in for a hug. It takes him be surprise but he hugs you back. His body feels so warm and comforting on yours. You pull away and kiss him on the check. ‘See you later’ you say walking away to get a shower cause you stink of leftover booze. ‘Yeah erm see you later kid’ he says leaving the cabin and going to his truck. ‘What the fuck was that? ‘You’d be a great daddy? Jesus. She’s gonna cause me trouble’ he say starting the car and leaving

You had a nice hot shower and it made you feel better. You were still upset about the whole situation but living here was good. It could be good for you. You didn’t care anymore about anything so fuck it. You made it your goal to get Hopper exactly where you wanted him. That being in between your legs

[smileyyoungchan]

Older - K.Y.H.

Young K x reader

Song: Older - 5 Seconds of Summer feat. Sierra Deaton

Genre: Angst? With some fluff in the end

Warning: none I guess, but let me know if I’ve missed something

Note: I love this man so much it physically hurts!! Help!!

I couldn’t sleep. Again.

I missed some arms holding me during the night. I missed his arms.

We decided to take a break, and I couldn’t even remember why, I just know that I missed him to death, but my stupid pride wouldn’t let me call him.

I missed waking up every single morning and seizing his silly face beside me; I missed holding his hand, that was too big compared to mine; I missed creating some imaginary constellations with the moles in his face, tracing the lines with my fingers, and him melting into the touch; I missed him walking around the house and starting to sing some random songs; I missed him.

Maybe staying in bed and continue to think wasn’t good enough. I grabbed my phone and walked to the living room, where I turned on the tv and watched some random things. Didn’t even bothered to check the name of the program, I wasn’t really interested anyway.

It was 3am, and in four hours I had to wake up. That’s cool.

The bell rang and destroyed the calm night.

Who the hell came at my house at 3am?

With a mix of worry and fear I walked to the door, expecting nothing but the worst.

I opened the door and in front of me the only man I’ve ever loved in my entire life, was waiting with a hint of agitation in his face.

“YoungHyun” I whispered, catching his attention.

“Hey - he started- I had a nightmare about you and just wanted to make sure you’re okay”

Why talking to him now kinda seemed off?

I wanted my YoungHyun back. The annoying boy who constantly teased me for everything, but also encouraged me to do all the things I was scared of; the boy who stole some food from my plate, cause he knew that would have made me mad; the boy I love.

“I’m okay” I simply said.

His hand was placed on the side of the door, and the other one was lazily laying o his side.

He was tired, I could have tell that.

“Are you okay?” I asked him.

I needed to know he was doing okay, even if it was a lie, I needed him to say those words.

“Yeah, I guess” he chuckled.

It was a sad chuckle, not the cute one he always made.

“Well, then… see you around” he said after some moments of silence we spent looking into each others eyes.

I had a teacher, once, who tried to be funny and said to one my classmates, who didn’t knew the answer to a question he just made “if we keep staring at each other we will fall in love”, I literally hated that teacher, but every time I locked eyes with YoungHyun I thought that, maybe, he was right, cause every time I looked at him I was dragged, once again, in the whole of love for him.

“See ya”

‘Please don’t go’ my mind was screaming.

But he was walking down the stairs, and I couldn’t help but look at him.

When he turned, following the stairs, and he faced me once again, he gave me a smile. God, I loved him so much.

I smiled back and once he disappeared I closed the door.

Great.

If my night was already sleepless now everything will be definitely worse.

Maybe some tea would have helped me calm my nerves.

I was about to walk to the kitchen when a serie of soft knocks from my door catch my attention.

It was him again.

“Sorry” he said as soon as I opened the door.

“Sorry? For what?”

‘I love you! You don’t have to be sorry for nothing!’ My mind wanted to scream to him.

“For what I’m going to saying, but I really need to take this out of my chest- he faced me and his eyes were kinda teary, and all I wanted to do was to hug him- Listen, I can’t continue like this. I need you, i seriously do. The boys all told me I don’t look the same, I can’t even sleep properly anymore. Even eating now kinda makes me sick, and you know how much I love to eat. Music is the only thing that makes me alive right now, but it’s just cause through my lyrics I can feel you again. You're my life, why can't I be yours?” With those final words he completely destroyed me.

Tears stared to run down my face, silently, and I knew it, but decided to ignore them. He was crying too, but when he noticed that I started as well, first, he dried some of my tears, using his thumb.

“that’s the problem, K - he smiled when I used his surname I always gave him - you are my life. I can’t even do anything without being reminded of you. I miss you so much and I can see that we have some things in common here, cause I can’t sleep either”

He reclutantly moved his hand to caress my face, and I didn’t tried to hold back.

“I’ve missed you to death” he whispered, coming closer.

Our eyes met and, as Pete Wentz once said, ‘totally back in love’.

“Can you, please, forgive me? I can’t do this without you anymore” he said, again, in a low tone.

I wasn’t able to form some words with a meaning, so I just nodded countless times.

“Please say it, I need to hear it”

“Yes, K, I forgive you”

He smiled and his face came closer to mine.

“Can I kiss you?” His voice was a soft caress.

“I don’t know, can you?”

“Maybe?”

I couldn’t resist but laugh at his expression, cause he was just too cute.

“Of course you can”

He connected our lips and I could feel him smile.

“Now I have a request- I said, as soon as our lips parted - stay the night?” I held his hand, preventing him to go away.

He nodded and followed me inside the apartment we used to share.

I turned off the tv and we both walked to the bedroom.

“I missed this place” he said, laying flat on his back on the bed.

“This place missed you too” I sat beside him, just staring at his perfect face.

He noticed me staring and moved his hand to touch me, and let our hands interlock.

“I love you” he whispered.

“I love you too, K”

He smiled.

I lay down next to him, facing him for a brief moment.

When we both decided to sleep I turned around and turned off the light, making myself comfortable.

YoungHyun, behind me, shuffled and came closer to me, placing his arm on my waist.

He placed a couple of kisses on the back of my neck, tickling me.

His hand was caressing my waist, and then the little bastard put his hand - his cold freezing hand- directly on my skin, moving my t-shirt.

“And just WHERE do you think you’re putting your hand?”

“But I’m cold” he says in the babies tone ever.

“You’re lucky I love you” I joked, and he laughed.

How much I’ve missed all of this.

[not-so-mundane-after-all]

1, 2, 9, & 10 for end of the year asks 🫶🏼

1. Song of the year?

As for those I listened to the most this year, it's a tie between The Great War by Taylor Swift and ENERGY by Beyonce. As for the songs that came out this year, I’m way too obsessed with Can't Catch Me Now by Olivia Rodrigo 

2. Album of the year?

Again, it's a tie between my two Queens, Taylor and Bey. Midnights and Renaissance were on loop all year. 

9. Best month for you this year?

June. Lots of traveling - on my own, which is always very exciting for me, lots of happy memories made during my favorite comic con, and of course my first concert ever which was BEYONCE and the bar literally couldn't be higher

10. Something that made you cry this year?

There were quite a few negative things that made me cry this year, more than I would have liked, and one of those was the moment I found out that Titans isn't getting another season. It's still hard for me to use the word “canceled” because it hurts so much. I found out at 3am, just as it hit the news, just because I randomly woke up in the middle of the night and decided to check my phone. It's like I knew. Deep in my gut. It was workday so I had to get up in 2h and I spent those 2h sobbing and couldn't keep it together even at work. It sucked extra hard because I didn't even have enough time and space for the news to settle in before I had to go out into the public and act like nothing happened, when inside I felt like my best friend just died. I’ve been through many cancelations/endings of my beloved shows but none has ever hit me this hard.

As for positive things, I have to go back to the concert again. Because it was a huuuuuge deal for me, I’ve been dreaming of going to a big show like this since I was a kid. It was a bucket list moment. It could have been anyone up on that stage and it would have been special, but the fact I was at my first ever concert, it was my first visit in Warsaw AND I was in the presence of THE BEYONCE???! All at the same time?!?!? It's still something I have a hard time believing happened. it's such a pinch me moment. I keep rewatching the videos I took and I can't believe I am actually the one who took them. The second the stage came alive and the music started and I heard her voice, I started sobbing.

[spectralvulture]

The Staircase

Way back in the day, when I was around 15 years old I do believe, my Nan’s room was having it’s carpet’s cleaned. Feet needed to stay off of it for 24 hours, so my Nan was sent to stay with me upstairs in my bedroom for a night. I had absolutely no problem with this, cause I understood, made sense, sounded fun for a night. Definitely felt the excitement of: “Nanny is never upstairs! She can see all the cool stuff I’ve been doing in my bedroom!” Took us awhile to fall asleep, she was definitely ‘sundowning’ that night. Sundowning is a state of confusion that takes place the later half of the day that makes your loved one, a little extra stressful if you’re in charge of their care. That night, being out of her own room and underlying storms made it a hard one. She couldn’t understand why she wasn’t at her home in California. Ya always pay attention and play along the best you can. Say something like: “You’re visiting us up here for a bit! We’ll be back to California before ya know it.”  It was a loop that night, a bit more than usual. I think I stayed up until one o’clock in the morning, just trying to talk and tell her stories to get her out of her own mind, reading to her from books, anything to break the question cycle so she could calm her mind and sleep.  At about 3am, I woke up to her in the corner of my bedroom, where I had a potted plant that was now tipped over spilling dirt across my cream colored carpet.   “Whatcha lookin for Nan?” I asked from my bed.   “The bathroom,” She grumbled. The door to the bathroom was open and about three feet to the left. I’d be sleepy and confused in a new room too. Hopped up and turned a light on in the bathroom for her and adjusted her direction.  While she did what she needed to do, I tried my best to scoop the dirt back into the planter, not wanting to rub it in and make a stain, afraid I’d be blamed if the new carpet got ruined in my bedroom too. When the trip to the bathroom was finished, she said she wanted to have a cigarette.   “It’s the middle of the night and those are downstairs, okay to wait until morning?”   “I suppose,” she sighed before getting back into bed. Neither of us liked being treated like a child. 

Come morning, it was time to go downstairs and I knew the rule of thumb was always go down the stairs ahead of her incase she falls. Especially on those hardwood stairs where one smack to the head could mean endgame.  We were halfway down, and I recall I was telling her about something but what that was is lost to time as unimportant. She started replying to me, but after only a word or two, I heard her pause, strange and mumbled.  I looked behind me to see she had one foot hovering over the step she intended to walk down onto, but couldn’t get it to connect. Her eyes looked disassociated and immediately knew this wasn’t right. I didn’t skip a beat and I got my arms around her, right as she started collapsing down. As I rushed to get my arm around her shoulders and hold her weight, my own foot slipped a bit and my hip crashed into the edge of a step as I put all my focus on lessening her impact. She was full out of it at this point, but I knew I was supposed to remain calm.

“Mom?” I called loudly enough to hear from her room or the kitchen, not knowing where she was. Waited a few moments.  “MOM?” I said a little louder. No footsteps or movement heard.  “MOOOM?” I said louder and a bit more desperate. Nanny had a wincing reaction before she seemed to pass out entirely.  “MOM, HELP!” I was as loud as I could be, and added some desperation.  I heard some movement, and relief left my heart knowing the adult was coming.  “WHAT?” She barked as she approached. If she meant it to sound aggressive, or annoyed, I honestly don’t know. Could have been worry, but that’s the thing with tone. Unless you decide and make a point before speaking, it can come across rather cross. I took it in that moment as how dare I bother her. Always gave her the benefit of the doubt. No one likes being pulled away or interrupted from their morning coffee.  I don’t think I said anything else, because she’d understand as soon as she saw, and she did. The two of us gently moved her from the stairs to her bedroom onto her bed with all of our strength, and my mom was immediately on the phone calling out to 9-1-1.  “Go to the top of the driveway and make sure they don’t pass us!” She ordered, and without missing a beat, I was walking up the long gravel driveway barefoot in my pajamas. Didn’t stop for shoes because it felt important that I didn’t. I definitely could have, it took several minutes of me standing up there for them to arrive, but I was always barefoot so it didn’t really matter.  Turns out it was a TIA which is essentially a baby stroke, or how it presents itself. Just checked the mayo-clinic definition and yeah, spot on.

“Transient ischemic attacks usually last a few minutes. Most signs and symptoms disappear within an hour, though rarely symptoms may last up to 24 hours. The signs and symptoms of a TIA resemble those found early in a stroke and may include sudden onset of:

Weakness, numbness or paralysis in the face, arm or leg, typically on one side of the body

Slurred or garbled speech or difficulty understanding others

Blindness in one or both eyes or double vision

Vertigo or loss of balance or coordination”

I don’t really have memories after they arrived, going upstairs to get dressed is the last thing I remember after they arrived. My job in that moment was done and I needed a break.  I think of this whenever I’m going up and down the stairs at my parents house. I feel the fear I felt as I held her and called for my mom, the pain in my hip as the wooden step crushed into it under the weight of Nanny. I remember calling for help and it taking longer than I wish it had, even though I’m sure it was only a few moments. But that’s the trouble with moments like that, they only last a short period of time, but the memory stays.

[gddmgttsu]

Good morning!

(or atleast how 3am is morning to some but still night to others)

I’ve had a wild day yesterday and I still have a lot of mixed feelings about a few things. Honestly I still haven’t settled with how I feel about everything so it’s a bit hard for me to calm down still.

It begins 2 days ago where out of nowhere I get a text saying that I have a job interview the next day. I was surprised because that’s barely enough time to prepare myself but I decided to go along with it anyway…

That night I slept on time but I only got 1 hour of sleep. Something was wrong with me and I decided “ehh I’ll do it anyway it shouldn’t take more than a few hours and so I got prepared to go to the interview at 8am with no sleep.

Right as I left the house with my resume and everything, about a third of the way there I realize I left my ID at home. I felt a pit in my stomach and in that moment I knew it was over. I wasn’t getting this job but I still went back home to get it and go anyway.

When I got there, I was greeted with about 20 or so applicants and I was the last one there. I was about 10 mins late when I should have been 15 mins early so I wasn’t feeling very good.

After a bit of waiting, we were all led to a room with a papers infront of everyone’s seats. As I sat down, it was a basic math test with subtracting, adding, multiplying and word problems. Remember I’m on an hour of sleep and Ive been awake for 9 hours since that nap so my brain was fried.

I couldn’t remember how to do those basic calculations by hand since it’s been so long and I use a calculator for everything now. The numbers I was writing felt correct though by just eyeballing it and so I finished it somehow.

Next was the interview segment. They interviewed us 3 at a time and when I was called a nice lady started asking me questions. At this point I honestly didn’t care anymore. I was so sleepy and tired that I knew deep down I wasn’t going to make it. I answered everything as earnestly as I could. I had no real experience with the job I applied for so I tried to make up for it with enthusiasam… atleast as much as 1 hour of sleep could get you…

What surprised me was after everyone was done, around half of us were called again to another room and inside it was another goddamn test for everyone.

It was vocabulary, number pattern recognition and abstract pattern recognition. it’s about 11:30 by this point and I’m just cooked but I still tried my best to answer it. It was a first for me to get extensively quizzed like this for a job. It felt like trying to apply for college again.

After that they gave everyone left slips of paper. I was expecting mine to say “you tried. you can go home now :)” but to my surprise, it said I was cleared for the final interview. I was so shocked that it took an extra second to see that I had to wait an HOUR MORE because it’s lunch break and they told us to get lunch.

I was tired, I was sleepy and I wanted to go home but I guess sunk cost fallacy kicked in and I toughed it out. I got lunch and waited. Ironically it said 1pm but we didn’t actually start until 2 so I was getting really impatient.

Everyone started getting called 1 by 1 by the head of HR and I was called last. Apparently the person that interviewed me before was the head of HR so I didn’t actually get interviewed again. I was just given the job proposal and was asked to sign a contract.

…I actually landed it.

I’m ashamed to admit that I’ve been unemployed for longer than I should. I always felt jealous of my friends who seem to be able to go through their life on track and here I am with an actual real job for once. I had several emotions but I couldn’t quite internalize them for a bit since it’s not over yet.

My contract was that I was assigned to a nicer area but it’s a bit away from my house so my commute will be a bit strange. I dreaded gettng a job around there but I have no choice since I need the money and I need the experience.

Next was that it was 6 days a week… I wasn’t very happy about that but I guess I can’t be picky. I should be happy but to lose one of my weekends fills me with dread as to how I’ll cope long term.

I was given a long list of requirements due next week which honestly sounds like a nightmare but I gotta do it. With that I was sent home.

On the car ride back I was feeling anxious. I was scared I was going to mess this up. I was scared of losing time to myself and I was scared of losing my friends strangely enough.

I was going to be busy from this day onward for a whole year… It’s quite a shock and a whole bunch of responsibility was dumped on me in one instant.

When I got home, it was really starting to sink in just what exactly I signed up for. I was so sleepy and I wanted to just lie down and sleep. I had to shower since I was out the whole day and the only thing at the back of my head was “If I don’t calm down right now I’m going to explode”. I haven’t felt this way since college.

Right before going to bed I talked with my friend, maybe my closest friend right now. They were happy for me and supportive which helped but after I calmed down I felt alittle sad.

They’re normally busy so we rarely hang out but recently we’ve been talking alot every other day. I enjoy their company dearly and to suddenly have that be abruptly cut made me feel very lonely.

I don’t doubt that we’ll still be friends and that we’ll still talk throught the thing but right now I feel as if there’s a barrier between me and my support group.

I’ve had a good nights rest since then and I’m writing this post as I woke up.

My sleep was rocky as it was cut into 5 parts and it was plagued by every fear I described. I noticed that after every sleep-wake cycle I was less anxious about everything and it really felt like my mind was coping very hard. After about 12 hours of sleep I’m awake now.

The only feeling I have left is just sadness…

I really don’t know if I’ll be able to live up to the standards expected of me. Being an adult and one who’s life fell apart right sfter college is very scary. It’s isolating and I feel very prone to bouts of depression thinking about what went wrong.

Aside from a handful of people, I don’t have a lot to talk to about my problems that really understand. Honestly I started this blog as a place to just write down how I feel because it’s genuinely crippling sometimes.

I’ve mostly accepted the fact that this is now the next step in my life. I very much need to stick with it as best I can because this is an opportunity to turn my life around.

If not for myself, I should do it for the few people that believe in me.

I suppose we’ll see how life goes from this day onward and I hope for the best for other people in the same situation as me. I should consider myself lucky and I’ll try to keep a positive attitude from now on.

I’ll do my best!

[the-idols-story-thesecretbase]

【𝑲𝒊𝒔𝒔 𝑫𝒂𝒚 ❷】 ²³/⁵

—E veryone in the classroom had already left at this hour, the school period itself had already long since been dismissed a while ago. Even a majority of teachers have left for the night. If so, what was I still waiting for...staying back in this empty classroom.

Well a special reason after all. I was still waiting for a special someone to show up, staying back for just him, just waiting for him to turn up for me tonight ~

To put it into words, I had already been waiting for the whole of the day.

It was the 23rd day of May, a seemingly normal day for most people, In fact, even me....or at least until a certain point now. But ever since I’ve been with Kuron, and was in turn introduced to the concept of the Day of Kisses…this special day was made into an occasion that I wouldn’t want to miss spending together with him.

Kiss Day, as the name implies, was a day where you get to spend with a special someone and share a kiss with them.

Laying my head down on the table, my mind replayed with the scene from a year ago today, when I was called up to the school rooftop by Kuron, and it was there and then that I shared a deep pleasant kiss with him.

To be honest…I was actually planning to do that as well this time, inviting him up onto the rooftop to meet up with me there.

But thinking about it, I was always the one that initiates kisses all the time…that’s hardly fair. That’s why I intentionally didn’t do anything at all for today, and maintained ignorance while waiting for him to approach me first.

But I had waited, and waited, and waited…until it was already past midnight.

I took out my phone and checked the time. Sure enough, it was the next day, the 24th now. May 24th, and 3am no less.

……

“What the heck…this bastard. Does he really intend not to do anything and let this day go by? freaking heartless! Why I ought to…”

I grabbed on my hair in frustration, feeling the passage of time just pass by in the background with each passing moment, all the while my patience was dwindling.

I can’t just keep waiting here for nothing…if he really did decide not to do anything in the end, then I might as well go find him myself.

But if I find out that rascal had gone home without even saying anything…

I wasn’t going to let him off easy…

—-- - ರ╭╮ರ

Just as I expected——

Opening the door to Kuron’s exclusive room used for detention classes, I saw Kuron sat there on the front desk—His head lowered, a look of stoicism and stern features on him as he marked papers in front of him.

Despite hearing the door open, he didn’t even react at all, his eyes maintained that firm attention on that pile of books, still holding such a cold attention as he spoke with such emotionless tone in him when he said,

“...Hey, don't you knock before entering? Mind your manners, student.”

…Such a cold heartless bastard.

Letting out a deep sigh, I darted forward towards him, both hands reached out as I slammed them on his desk.

Letting out a thundering slam that made him jolt in a shock, it finally made him lift his head up with an astonished look on his face as he looked at me, as if he finally realized that I was angry, letting out a shudder under the stare of my stern gaze.

“What the——hey, you...! Just what do you think you're doing, huh?——And w-why are you staring at me like that?”

“Are you acting dumb and deaf on purpose, you think that you haven’t pissed me off enough and want to push me over the edge even more, is that it...?”

I stared at those crystalline like eyes with a furious stern gaze, questioning with a harsh threatening tone that got his bewildered expression to seep, those large eyes that stared at me with innocence.

“...C-calm down bro! Don’t be so violent, yet——I don’t even know what I do——I don’t know what I've done to make you so angry though…—”

“...You don’t know? You really don’t know? Then do you know how long I’ve been waiting for you? The whole day, that’s how long! From morning till now—And you still haven’t done anything !”

“...I mean—What was I supposed to be doing—Bro, I had work this morning, and more work at night—I don’t know what else I should be doing—Could you just…spare me and my goldfish memory some slack and tell me exactly what did I miss, nhn…I-I really can’t remember…”

…How disappointing.

I looked at his expression that didn't look like he was pretending to be nervous or shaken, facing those eyes that were almost cowering in fear from me, sniffing, and looking at me with that pitiful gaze as if begging for mercy...

Okay, maybe this idiot... could also forget important things sometimes. Well then...

“...You really don't know what day today is...?”

After listening to my question, Kuron blinked and darted his gaze in all directions, then looked at me carefully and answered,

"...Thursday——Ah, wait, no——Friday?"

...This ignorant fool.

Watching him get so flustered as he stuttered out of his wits, I finally had enough of this time-consuming little show as I grabbed his tie with one free hand and pulled him harshly towards me—Watching as those marble like eyes widened into size and his face morphed to that adorable shocked and taken aback expression as I close my eyes and planted my lips heavily onto his, giving him a passionate kiss thereby on the spot.

——After a while, I pulled my lips away from those lingering sweet tasted ones, opening my eyes as I stared at his face, which cheeks were slightly pink due to shyness, and his gaze that was trying their best to avoid looking back at mine with an abashed look.

Looking at that extremely cute expression that made me want to pin him down on the spot, I felt the corners of my lips tilted up slightly, forming a victorious curve.

“...Happy Kiss Day, my dearest teacher~”