#def will work more on it after exams

[loud-whistling-yes]

instead of studying i chose to pursue the brainrot that has been plaguing me for the past year god bless

[chrissdollie]

Dad Bakugo x mom reader - I need more children in my life 😭✋🏾

def calls his kid "squirt" and "buddy"

in mY universe, he has a boy and a girl bc he needs the best of both worlds

CALLS YOU "MA" GOODNIGHT

we all know he wakes up really early, earlier than you even, so he's the one to check on the babies/kids every morning to see if they're ok :)

definitely keeps schedules of you and your kids days like exams, report cards, if they're going to a friend's house, etc

yk how most kids tend to be like "ewwww" whenever their parents kiss?? not ur kids nono. first of all, your son is the quieter one. not that he's not talkative, he just has a little bit of a hard time expressing himself. anyhow, his sister is very loud. but either way, they both think its sweet. your daughter even said something like "i hope my husband kisses me like that" once (when she was an older kid tho lol)

your son goes to talk to you a lot. he adores you so so much. but one day when he wanted to hang out with you, you weren't home. you were busy running errands while katsuki was at home watching tv. your son started crying and katsuki was like wtf?? eventually, your son grew accustomed to speaking to katsuki. as he got older, he actually talked to him more than you.

teaches your son how to be a man :,) katsuki knew he was bitchy in his younger years and he didn't want either of his kids to be like him. he taught them both manners and how to properly have a conversation.

little pitter patter of their feet ran into your guys' shared bedroom on christmas morning and began jumping your bed. katsuki groaned and rubbed his eyes aggressively. "it's christmas, mommy!" your little boy shouted. "wake up daddy!!" your daughter shouted in his ear. "alright alright you rugrats"

at your daughter's kindergarten graduation (idk if everyone had this but i did lmao), katsuki was tearing up and although he tried to hide it, he had to remain the strong one while comforting you while you bawled your eyes out.

p.s your daughter is the oldest

when she brought home her first boyfriend... ooo chile

i see a lot of people writing how katsuki would act up but tbh in his older years, i think he'd be a lot more mature. he'd greet the dude politely and treat him like he would any of her friends

btw lemme just say: your daughter is a mommy AND daddy's girl. she loves u both insanely

honestly while eating dinner with the boyfriend or something, katsuki would be very blunt and not pay too much mind to him LMAOO he'd be like "'tis is great, doll" as if you don't cook dinner every week and it's only when your daughter brings up how he wants to work at katsuki's angency, where he perks up

"oh shit, no kiddin'?" and you smack his arm lightly.

well this changes everything! he practically gave the kid his blessing. "welcome to the family son"

your son doesn't really care about them together, he just doesn't wanna see his big sis get hurt. lets say that your son is 15 and your daughter is 17. "so, bf/n. have you fucked her?"

you almost spit out your drink like a cartoon. your daughter is shook, katsuki's rage from UA is all coming back to him, and the boyf is scared for his life

you, katsuki, and your daughter have a little talk after dinner

"use condoms" kats stated. "i- WH- nono you can have sex next year." you corrected but ur daughter is like huh?? "wha why next year?" you scoff. "because you'll be a legal adult thats why." "no offense, momma, but that's really dumb. when did you and dad start having sex?" she folded her arms. katsuki shrugged. "like i said, use condoms."

you and your daughter gossip like crazy alr?? ur like the gilmore girls except you're married and didn't get pregnant at 16 (almost)

and this is nothing new to katsuki, he's heard u guys gossip trillions of times. but when he found out you guys talked abouy HIM TOO??

he busts into the room. your daughter squeals and runs behind you. "hi honeyy-" he shushes you, "you guys talkin' shit 'bout me?" "nope" you guys say in unison. "there's this other guy, uh.."

[from-izzy]

[00:05] | nct mark lee

"You're not behind," it prompts the grip on his forearm to tighten, "but you are tired and you deserve to rest now."

pairing » nct mark lee x gn!reader (fast proofread once - lmk if i missed anything!)

trope/au » established relationship au!, non-idol au!

genre » maximum hurt and comfort because i need someone to do this for me AND IT'S EXAM SEASON FOR MEJSDKFJHDF, mwork is a fluffy boyfriend in these angst times, mark holding you tight and telling you that everything is fine, boyfriend mark lee concerned for your wellbeing, mark letting you rest against his chest

word count, estimated reading time » 1707, ~6 mins

warnings (lmk if i missed anything!) » reader is stressed with academics, reader hasn't slept in a while, mark implied to be physically bigger and taller

navi/masterlist!! 🤍 nct dream masterlist🤍 'especially to you...'

HEYYYY HIIII! double update in a month which is very rare for me now 😭 and thanks for beta-ing a long time ago @sohnric !!

i def still love writing but life commitments can get heavy sometimes 🥹 and with that, this one is for everyone who is in exam prep or just having a hard time academically but also just anyone who needs comfort right now! good luck on your studies and commitments everyone! you can do this!! 🫂

with that being said, my first exam is tomorrow and i am tired-

Literally from the side, you hear the door creaking open, the click of its button free from the metal that houses it on its frame. As always, you choose to ignore it even though your heart drops slightly closer to your stomach. You don't dare to tear your eyes away from the document on your screen, choosing to look at the scorching white with your tired, slightly red eyes.

He called out for you but the only thing he's greeted with is your fingers rapidly against your keyboard. Mark is no longer surprised by your dismissive actions, sighing when it seems like the rhythm becomes faster. 

Slowly, he approaches your study area, a folded finger rubbing against his eyes in an attempt to blink the tiredness away even if it's just for a little bit. When he's close enough to see what you're working on, he can't help but feel proud of your progress. The title of the document takes him back to just a few days ago when you were crying to sleep in his arms, telling him about how you have no idea and that you have hit a wall in the upcoming assignment that seems to be due so soon. 

In reality, it isn't due for two more months, but it's the weighting of the assignment that has you pondering if you can really bear the burden of sleeping when forty per cent of your grade depends on this one paper.

But seeing your hair messy with an overused coffee cup not too far away from the edge of the table, he isn't sure if he would just rather see you cry yourself to sleep or see the obvious dark shadows surrounding your eyes. What he does know right now though, is that you should just rest your whole body after depriving yourself of a whole twenty-four hours with no sleep—slightly more than that now actually.

Mark arrives behind you, the front of his oversized shirt hitting the backseat of your study chair. His arms fall onto your shoulders, slowly massaging your tension away.

"Dinner?" He tests the topic first, genuinely not knowing if you have eaten today as he was busy outside the house.

You respond with a hum, "I promise, I had it." The typing didn't cease as you continued to speak to him, "Go back to bed, Markie."

If only you could turn back to see the face he makes at your dismissive answer. "Can't," he answers simply for now. "Not when I know that you’re out here tired and sleepless."

You know that this is his way of pulling you away from the technology that is keeping you up but you decide to stand your ground, "Just a bit more."

"That's what you've been saying the past half day, bubs." 

The specific timeframe is what made your fingers freeze and you tuck all your fingers into your palm except for two, scrolling up towards the start of the document. Reality suddenly sinks into you when it doesn't feel like you scrolled up a lot, but the grey bar on the right side of the screen shows that you reached the top of the document. The wave of exhaustion finally hits and your eyelids suddenly fall instantly. Mark immediately encircles his arms around you, pulling your back to rest against his chest.

It doesn't take him another second to realise that you're silently sobbing in his arms, upper body trembling in shame and disappointment with how time has passed yet no real effort is physically seen to the real world. Mark presses multiple kisses on the top of your head, tightening his hold and whispering words of comfort. 

"Mark..." You decide to bury your eyes into Mark's arms, the salty liquid trickling down the safety of his arms. "It feels like time is mocking me right now..."

You've always felt this way. Indeed, time will never wait for anyone or anything, yet as humans, it's ironic that we always wait for the right time. It's annoying and it's infuriating to see the long hand of the clock easily circle while you just sit still and watch it happen. 

Mark pulls away only slightly, pulling your seated body out from the table so that he can spin you around to physically put your work behind you. He then kneels in front of you, his hands enveloping yours on top of your lap. 

He doesn't say anything at first and doesn't even dare to fully let go of you even when he wipes your tears away from your cheeks. Mark just offers you a smile with the crease between his eyebrows evident, letting you cry out your feelings a little bit more.

"You're doing so well," he affirms his thoughts out loud. "You don't give yourself enough credit for that, so I'm here to remind you every time."

And he does. 

Mark Lee has always been great at that even when you were both still friends. You were worried that he only did it when you were both still in the flirting stages too, but four years with Mark Lee and he still says the words sincerely and truthfully. In your darkest times, that's all that you need.

Your legs push your bottoms to the edge of the seat and you practically slump into Mark's embrace as you push the seat rolling away behind you. Your arms swing around Mark's neck for stability, hiding your cries in the crook of his neck. 

"I'm tired, Mark..." suddenly the ground felt wobbly, your knees giving out to keep your posture somewhat upright in his hold, “and I feel so dumb.”

Mark quickly refutes with a series of firm shaking of his head, craning his neck just slightly enough to kiss the trail that your tears leave on the apple of your cheeks. You whimper against the touch of his lips and you hate that you’re worrying the person who has proven to you over and over again that he loves you to the moon and back. His black hair fell over his eyes but it’s not hidden enough for you to miss the reassuring glimpse that his orbs gazed you with. 

"Your past achievements prove you otherwise as well and I promise you that you’re not.”

And he really means that. 

Your tiredness is physically shown further by the way you slump over his figure on the floor. Your knee isn't even supporting you on the ground anymore, slipping you further away from him as the fabric of your longer pants helps you slide on the polished floor to bring you closer to your boyfriend.

Mark supports your weight against his, untucking his legs from under him and spreading them beside your figure. Slowly and gently, he turns you around and sits you properly on the squared patterns. Similar to before, he makes you rest your head against where his heart beats calmly while he leans backwards slightly so that you're more comfortable in his arms around your middle. Your fingers stiffly grip his forearm, mind still clouded by the next paragraph of your work and Mark picks this up. 

His eyes drift up to the black font against the white electronic paper. "Tell me the next one." Referring to the idea of your work. 

He does this often, repeating the main ideas of your work so that he can store them inside his long-term memory. This way, he can tell it to you tomorrow. His love transcends forgetfulness, his mind jotting down all the main points so that you don't have to go back to doing work without sleep inside your system any longer. Mark gently sways his upper body and the weight of your eyelids becomes more apparent from the hum he lets out. 

"But I just don't think I deserve to rest." It feels like the world is too active for you to do so. "I feel like I'm behind all the time."

"You're not behind," it prompts the grip on his forearm to tighten, "but you are tired and you deserve to rest now."

That's all the validation you need. You just needed to hear someone say, with a mellow voice and the beating of their heart that contrasts your erratic ones, that it's alright for you to rest, even if it's for a while. The affirmation that you're doing well is gratefully received, but you just needed someone to tell you that your eyelids can fall for the next few hours on a well-deserved mattress, in a safe place.

Next, your voice box finally releases the tension to the air and Mark Lee alternates between kisses to the side of your face and whispers to the shell of your ear all the words that would make the tension around your body fade.

That's the thing about Mark Lee. He would let you cry it out audibly, not like the ones you would bury your entire face to your pillow, suffocating and gasping for air as you tried to keep the weight on your shoulders to yourself when you were still living alone.

The tears from your eyes are valid and so did the sobs that did the same from your lips. The world blurs due to the remnants of some of the stubborn ones that didn't drop to your tear-stricken cheeks—but it's fine because Mark would always turn his head to you, the side of his fingers brushing on your lower lid, careful to not hurt the orbs that he finds love and security in.

Mark still holds you close throughout the whole time, eventually seeing how your chest gradually decreases its frequency in taking deep breaths. 

Exhausted and spent, you managed to whisper, "Thanks, Mark." It's croaked and easy to miss if it wasn't for the proximity that you're both sharing.

"Always." His palm rests on your jawline and he softly turns your head, your ear now on his chest. Mark lands a quick peck on your now slightly upturned lips, "I love you."

"I love you more."

Sleeping is easier for him now that the other side of the mattress is occupied and that he can feel your warmth directly on his skin in a well-deserved resting position.

navi/masterlist!! 🤍 nct dream masterlist 🤍 'especially to you...'

tags: @k-films @kflixnet @starlit-network @kstrucknet @haneul-and-clouds

[mypoisonedvine]

PLEASE I HAVE A REQUEST:

Reader is deathly afraid of physical touch and she’s a student of Jonathan Crane’s. She begins to question whether or not exposure therapy is humane and decides to write a research paper against the idea of exposure therapy and Dr Crane plots against her and finds out her fear, inevitably forcing her to confront her fear with non/con(???)

I’m thinking totally brutal / slow burn and Jonathan is just a full psycho in this, not offering her any mercy. He Def does his research and Def traumatized reader

PLEASEEEEEEEEEE

(because this is just drabbles, I'm not going to be able to flesh this out the way you've envisioned, but I love the concept so I will do something based on it!) obviously this is dark, warnings for kidnapping and threats of noncon

haphephobia - the irrational fear or overwhelming aversion to physical touch.

You were far from the only psychopathology student who got into this line of work due to personal experience. Actually, more often than not, this interest begins for people with their own relationship with mental health-- maybe something as simple as a long battle with clinical depression, maybe trauma or abuse, maybe a history of addiction. You would hope that this made most of the students more equipped, more empathetic; that was true, but it also meant that there was a little more... instability among the cohort than you wanted to admit.

And yet, you hadn't even noticed that the worst of them all was right there in the front of the class, teaching.

"I read your paper," he explained, pacing back and forth, sparing long glances at you. "It was quite good. But your conclusions are weak."

Normally, if you'd been receiving this sort of feedback during office hours, you would just tilt your head and ask 'how so, Professor Crane?'

But considering you didn't even know where you were, strapped to an exam table in some dark basement, you weren't as inquisitive as usual. "See," he continued, approaching you, "if you want to disprove exposure therapy, you can't just do a systematic review of previous literature-- you need to get in the field, experiment yourself."

He lowered his voice as he stood closer to you, leaning over you, looking at you with a sort of fascination and pity.

"After all," he continued, "I'm a... fierce advocate of psychiatric experimentation."

"Yeah," you panted, the initial panic of waking up here fading into a general, steady terror, "I'm beginning to realize that."

"And you're always free to have your own opinion-- I think it's important that my students utilize their right to disagree with me-- but in this case, well, you just can't deny the results."

He was fucking smiling as he discussed it-- he was proud of what he'd done, of what he was going to do to you. "I can," you insisted, "if they're not ethical."

He rolled his eyes. "Always such a good girl," he cooed. "Let me worry about the ethics and you-- you can just worry about what I'm going to do now that I've got you tied up down here, where nobody will ever find you."

Bringing his hand closer to your face, you turned it away with a whimper. "Please," you whispered, "I-- you know I can't--"

"How does it feel?" he asked. "Right now, knowing I might touch you?"

"It's..." you trailed off, struggling to find a train of thought with him so close. "It's anxiety-inducing, obviously. It's dread."

"Filled with dread just because I'm getting close," he smirked. "You're in serious need of intervention, sweet thing. I can't believe you've gone without help for so long."

"This-- this isn't help, Professor--" you began to protest, but you winced as he gently brushed a finger over your cheek.

"You look like you're in pain," he noticed.

"It hurts," you hissed. "It hurts to be touched."

"Hurts how?"

"Like... like I'm raw all over. Like my body is one big burn," you whispered, eyes still shut tight as his hand moved down to gently caress your neck.

"And you've ruled out any medical cause-- an autoimmune disorder, hypersensitivity of the skin?"

You nodded, biting your lip to try to think of something other than the pain he was inflicting-- the pain you were totally helpless to. "There's no... physiological cause..."

"It's all in the mind," he finished for you, "and what a powerful mind you have. You're one of my best students, you know-- it's a shame you're limited by your fear. Fear of the truth, fear of breaking your precious ethics... fear of the future."

Your eyes shot open when his touch trailed down even further, toying with the neckline of your shirt; if any human contact was painful, you hadn't even prepared for the overwhelming anxiety of being touched in a way that had even the slightest sexual undertone. "Y-you don't really think you're that powerful, do you?" you pressed. "That you can take away fear?"

He shook his head. "No, dear, I don't have to," he replied. "I don't take it away-- I use it."

Just as his touch wandered, so did his gaze, and you shuddered under his dark stare as he started to properly grope you; his breathing picked up a bit, his lip twitched-- he even darted his tongue out for a second before smiling again.

"And now," he grinned, "I have you to use, too."

[trendywaifus]

I just finished my exams BUT OMG I CAN'T I JUST SAW ROBIN TRAILER AND WHAT'S WITH THAT POSES?? WHAT IS THAT?? THAT'S SO HOT WHAT???

imagine every morning waking up just to see a beautiful angel beside you? Robin is playing with your cheek and hair on bed, you giggling and laughing at Robin jokes, both of you making a breakfast together, a small kiss and hug before you go to work. A date. A DATE. it must be lovely. Before you and her went to sleep, she will just humming a tone and caressing your hair with eyes fill with so much love.

and

ohh i really need to touch her thighs it must be soft. Her voice? omg I can listen to her every.second. yes im not normal can you imagine you fucking Robin roughly while she's moaning, screaming with those angelic voice? can you imagine you fuck her so hard that she start crying begging for more? ohh i definitely not going to stop fucking her until she can't walk. ehe

ohh im not normal when it comes to her. can't believe we lack Robin fanfic in this app.🧘

I hope you did well with your exams!!! I just know all your stress and shi went away after you saw her trailer!!!!! our b pose is nastyyyyyyyy

robin would def admire you while you sleep in the mornings. she’d rest her chin on her palm, elbow propped up on the pillow as she lovingly stares down at your peaceful face. her fingers would brush the stray strands of hair away from your face and trace the outline of your features. “ robinnnnn, i was sleepingg. “ you whine drowsily, turning away from her feathery touch. robin giggles and brings your head back by her palm on your cheek and pepper your face with butterfly kisses. “ not anymore you’re not, my dove. let’s make breakfast together~“

i can imagine dancing with robin while breakfast is cooking. she’s twirling you around the kitchen while purposely singing you some ridiculously cheesy song. by the end of it, you and robin are smiling and laughing at the table while eating some half–assed looking pancakes and eggs because none of you weren’t focused on watching the food like that. before you and her separate to tackle your schedules, robin’s holding you in her arms and pecking your lips. she’d whisper how much loves you and wish you good luck!

don’t give me started on her thighs omggggg. and ik robin’s like a service bottom/top so imagine doing the 69 with her???? double ended dildos?? fucking her to sleep to relieve her of her stress?? robin fucking YOU to blow off some of her or your stress???? ik her head game is top tier too ahhhhhhh

[awwriri]

Hiii !! 🌸 anon's entry . . . !

͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏𔐼 ͏ ͏ ͏' ͏ ͏ ͏ Q : fave moots and what you like most about them?

have a great day !! ͏♡︎ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏. . . 🌸 anon's exit.

hii 🌸 anon !!

this will be not in order !!! i love every single of you but i have a limit 😔

@qqmariztwsse - mar is so sweet and i love her sm she’s been here since the day i have started my first blog which got deactivated / deleted. her mbs are so pretty, i recommend you guys checking out her mbs !!!

@aeraras - i love me and rara are such a girls girl , i can always be comfortable around her and she is so supportive literally !!!! I don’t get to talk to her much bec of my exams coming up !!

@lvioung - she is drop dead gorgeous mahal kita suni🫶🏼 she is so sweet and literally so so fun to hang out w n she makes u feel like ur safe !!

@n-americano - i love zia and always forever haha dapt manood tayo ng sine 🤭 anyways her mbs are so gorgeous n obvsiouly she’s mark’s gf !!!! do not steal mark from her or she’ll haunt u (jk)

@nikist-4-n - MARIEEEEW i miss talking to her 😔😔😔but she’s so kinddd yall need to check her out more often !!! and her mbs are gorgeous as well hehe

@sxgarhan - the most freakiest and coolest perosn there is…. one i can be comfortable aroundddd and laugh w dodo 😹 !!! love u dodo

@y-unrei - though we don’t talk much anymore i always loveeee rei 🫶🏼🫶🏼 tysm for always being patient and kind w me !

@cannibalim - gab is always so funny and i love him always !!.!.! likeeeeee hello yall gotta see how funny he is and how sweet he are 😓 ????

@sugarish - I MSISS U WE DOMT TALK OFTEN SOOD IM HOPING WE CANNN TALK MROE !!! LOVE U VIVI

@wonjuii - HI SAARAH !!!! LI TREE RALLY THE BETSTSSTS IN THE WORLD ur mbs make my day 🤭🫶🏼 !!!!.!

@kissunoo HI ESHAAAA WE TALK SM AND WE THINK ALIKEEEE HOPE WE CAN INTERACT A LOTTR MOROE AFTER I FINISHED SCHOOL !.!!

@sghooneyy - levi’s mbs never fail to impress me causeee my jaw dropped everytime i see his mbs… u rlly need an medal for the hard work u made ! we think alike.. hopefully we can find more stuff in common haha

@bitchey - LIAAAA HELLO…BII !!! ur mbds are getitng yumimrr everyady ! let’s tlak more often iahen u have time 💕

@purinkiss - RANIAAA I MISS YOU SMMM !!n we don’t tlak very much anymore ☹️ hopefulyy we can …!!

@wonysmiu - HI MELII u and dodo are the morst freakiest ppl i know n the fastets ones to reply to a moodboard 🤭 love you lots meli 🫶🏼

@florichae - UR THEMES ARE EATING SO HARDDDD I NEED IR !!! i want to interact w u but i gota finish w school n homework 😔 i will def talk to u when my December break comes !! 🫶🏼

anyways limit is reached Kmfao

[fangirl-docintraining]

Curtis Gang as iconic 90 Day Fiancé quotes because I’ve been watching this show for a decade and also I’m going crazy studying for my internal medicine exam

“Don’t try to swindle me with cake.�� Darry when he’s mad and they’re trying to calm him down

“Things are about to get a little bit more stupider” Steve and Soda, who are about to do something so chaotic

“You Ninja turtle penguin batman ass bitch” Ponyboy to Steve when Steve pissed him off once

“Almost there, lazy” Dally to Ponyboy and Johnny when they’re complaining about him making them walk all across town

“I work so much work” again, Darry, no further questions thx

“I am not accountant” Two Bit when asked about the money he owes multiple ppl

“Slut.. Sorry, I mean Bitch” Steve

I'm attracted to her, but just like 55 percent" Dally after Sylvia cheated on him

“You just changed the whole history of our future” Idc it’s giving Ponyboy

“Y’all got any Texas margarita? this place is a desert for Texas margarita” Betty

“You're breath is... not pretty” Johnny absolutely roasting the fuck outta one of the socs when they least expect it (this combined with Ponyboy’s comments they are def running for their lives)

“I’m not like… work oriented” Two Bit lmfao

“I love cook my sister so much” Soda when Betty makes dinner

“Who is against the queen will die” Steve making fun of Ponyboy because Soda and Darry took Ponyboy’s side

“Bitch ass slut ass whore” Betty when she REALLY gets ranting about something lol

“When you go to bed without cuddle me, I ask why? Why she do this?” Soda when anyone tells him they don’t currently want him to lay on them like a human blanket

“I did the BJ for real” Dally finally admitting to that crime he swore he had nothing to do with when the gang had to cover for him

“I have a trauma from that” Johnny (I’m sorry Johnny)

“Men’s don’t control me” Betty

[jaetyun]

Most likely to with some trainees please?

Boys planet MLT’s; a thread!

featuring: gyuvin matthew s.hanbin keita junhyeon zhang hao seunghwan honghai gunwook jay

fluff!

a/n: i use mlt kind of loosely, making every question less of a rant of most - least but more one option - another option

being pampered vs pampering

being pampered

honghai, gyuvin

i mean it’s kinda obvious

honghai is a total baby

he just wants to be little spoon after a long day of work and can u blame him :(

gyuvin LIVES off praise, he needs to hear from you hes doing it right even if it’s just simple things like cooking or doing chores

both of them spend nights giggling kicking their feet twirling their hair biting their finger over sweet texts you send

just clingy

so incredibly clingy

the more i write the more i realize gyuvin is so bf coded ☹️☹️

gunwook, matthew

now you might be wondering

how is gunwook not with the former??

to that i say he’s totally pamper you to as a congrats

you aced an exam? he’s out buying you ice cream and best BELIEVE he’s gonna be feeding you

if you can’t sleep he’ll tuck you in and sing you a lullaby <33

matthew has no preference

you just happen to end up spoiling him more often

you just can’t resist his aegyo ☹️❤️

he uses this to his advantage

“babbbbyyyyy can you pleassseee make ramen for me” while batting his eyelashes

jay, junhyeon

it’s very unpredictable w them

theres no set dynamic w either of them

you want him to buy something for you? sure!

he’s feeling little spoon in the moment? you’re big spoon 🫵

neither of them care very much

if i had to pick one way or the other jay is more likely to spoil you and junhyeon is more likely to be spoiled

potentially unpopular opinion..

junhyeon seems like he’d be very calm and chill in a relationship

he uses all his energy and humor with his friends youre his little safe area to recharge his social battery

jay is just always a very down to earth guy

he doesn’t really care either way 90% of the time

keita, zhang hao

they just have very motherlike tendencies

they’ll naturally buy things for you cause “you’ll run out soon anyways”

keita writes songs for you all the time

if morning texts were a love language that’s what zhang hao has

he hasn’t missed a single day of saying good morning and good night to you even if there was no other conversation that day

keita likes paying

i cant explain it but anytime you’re out you might as well not bring your wallet cause he’s gonna fist fight you before you’ll ever buy anything around him

the ONLY time you’ve paid was on your first date where you split the bill

seunghwan, hanbin

seunghwan moreso than hanbin

his face would curl in disgust at your attempt of big spooning

“what do you think you’re doing?? come over here” he wraps arms around your waist, leaving you as mush in his hold

hanbin is also very motherly

would literally make a lunchbox for you everyday if he could

both of them are just so good at indulging and pampering like i’m at a loss for words

i cant even explain on paper it just makes sense okay

i’m right my word is final!!!

pampering

easily jealous vs secure

easily jealous

gyuvin, gunwook

not necessarily possessive??

but they’re the type to death glare ANY guy that comes your way

gyuvin is probably a lot more pouty and gunwook

like gyuvin would be so clingy if he felt threatened in your relationship

hes just a lil insecure and needs reassurance but it’s okay cause we love him for it 💔

gunwook says he likes pda cause he likes physical touch

hes lying

it’s so he can basically let everyone around the two of you know you’re off limits

he feels like you’re too good to be true

he needs to fight for you yk

if you tell either of them to knock it off they def will though

junhyeon, keita

they’re more willing to let things go

like if it’s just someone checking you out they’re chilling

it’s when flirting starts that drives them mad

i think keita would be more vocal about it

he’d do something immediately

“you’re just so stunning-“ “arent i lucky?”

junhyeon would watch on the sidelines then scold you afterwards

once you give a friendly reminder they’re perfect for you theyre back to chilling

not nearly as much guard dog energy as the other two

but don’t mistake that as chill

keita has def said some things in the moment he wish he could take back

honghai, hanbin

the pouty boys

it takes a while for them to crack, it wjen it happens they’ll be SO WHINY

hanbin is so petty

“how does this look on me?” “why don’t you ask ___?”

hai isn’t passive aggressive he just gives you the silent treatment

most of the time some rando isn’t gonna hurt their pride

it’s your friends thatre a lil too close to you…

which results in full blown fights

it gets resolved though cause communication is sexy 🙏

zhang hao, jay

it’s not that they don’t get jealous

they just handle it pretty well

instead of being like gunwook who’s practically holding you or like keita who makes sly remarks theyll be silent in the moment

afterwards they rationalize it in their head and their fine

it’s not that there’s no communication

they just realize you’re loyal and they don’t have to worry 💯💯

i think hao is more likely to say something

not a whiny or petty comment but just a genuine “do you realize ___’s intentions with you?”

very down to earth men

they don’t wanna fight they just wanna head empty love partner

and we love that tbh

seunghwan, matthew

SO SELF ASSURED

like they would argue with their friends over their lack of jealousy

“why would i be worried about ___? they’re not the one kissing y/n are they?”

they genuinely cannot fathom a possibility where you cheat

which is reasonable cause let’s be real youd FUMBLEEE if you lost one of those two 😵‍💫

seunghwan might have doubts here and there but overall he can realize how important he is to you and that solves most issues

secure

going out vs staying in for dates

going out

junhyeon, seunghwan

it’s like an adventure to them

so many more possibilities on things to do

junhyeons fave dates are when you go out late at night and see what’s open

will you end up spending 4 hours at a theatre hopping around random movies at random times? will you find a cool dinner spot? will you scavenge through an abandoned building? it’s always an adventure!

seunghwan likes going to romantic places

takes you on picnics, going to a carnival, renting a karoke bar, bowling

he would totally have a bucket list of cliches he’d want to fulfill

he also just likes showing you off to the world <33

the best part is when you guys go home together both exhausted and rambling about everything you experienced throughout the day

taking showers after spending a hot day in the sun in the summer 😵‍💫 or a warm bath if it’s a cold winter day ❤️

*WALL*

jay, gyuvin

definitely prefer staying at home

does not mind going out though!

gyuvin has made it his personal duty to find the best cafe in town with you

you both have your own ranking you bicker over all the time

secretly his long term goal is learning your perfect pastry and trying to recreate it

he’s not telling you though itd ruin the sincerity of the coffee shop nights

jay wouldn’t mind every once in a while

it would get draining after like the second time a week though

has a soft spot for places like an aquarium or an arcade

places that might come off as childish

those jay could go to all day everyday

still doesn’t beat a nice cuddle session while watching a movie by a LONG SHOT for either of them

hanbin, keita

homebodys at heart

would do it for you though

especially if they have super outgoing s/o’s

very easy to convince

will react in very opposite ways though

if hanbin ends up agreeing on a date night out hes making 100000 steps and plans

he knows exactly where you’re going and when you’re going down to the minutes

he wants it to be perfect for you!

keita though

he lets you pick

“you wanted to go out! so where should we go??”

very easygoing though

down for literally anything you’d wanna do

except like rock climbing sky diving or axe throwing

that’s a hard no

matthew, gunwook

i honestly have nothing to say here

it just makes sense okay

im tired

bare with me

zhang hao. honghai

okay homebody by ph-1

their ideal date is making a lil dinner for you then playing a board game or video games

simple men

they just like being with their safe person in their safe space

zhang hao will show you all his fave tv shows and want your reactions

hai will spent HOURS just scrolling on tiktok with you next to him

it’s like a game to see how synchronized your fyps are

if either of them have a pet they’d love playing with their pets w you

if you have a pet theyd have play dates

doesn’t matter the species

you guys will make it work

like who says it wouldn’t be iconic to have a dog and bird friendship??

staying at home

[yonkokraven]

Am I the only one who thinks Ida does the "saving heroes" thing better than ochako?

Yes his role throughout the series lessened but it stayed consistent. After the stain arc we always see him helping his classmates . We don't see that with ochako tho. It doesn't feel like apart of her character but apart of her relationship with deku. I mean in the rooftop scene shoto was standing outside of ua and couldn't enter she didn't say anything then. She didn't say anything later when he said his presence would've caused problems, she didn't say anything abut ayoma she didn't even think about any of the heroes that got severely injured or died. She's never even had a thought about allmight (isn't it weird how little 1a interacted with AM) Nothing

Just deku thats it.

Which is why I prefer iida even if just in the background he's constantly checking up on his classmates and making sure their okay

(unrelated but hori def didn't make izuchako Canon to not displease bkdk shippers)

Well, honestly Uraraka works in this "saving heroes" thing because it more or less coincides with the core of her character which is essentially to make those around her happy, but that doesn't mean that yes, you're right and that Iida could have been part of that plot with Uraraka and Midoriya

Iida is the first Legacy Kid that is presented to us and he already has the concepts of heroism deeply rooted in his education, the main problem is that those concepts are completely aligned with the limits of the rules, that is, for a good part of the manga he is regal and incorruptible before the typical ideals of a hero in society, and on two occasions he deviates from this

-Selfishly: wanting to kill (not imprison or detain) Stain

-In a supportive way: Accompanying his classmates to save Bakugo.

After that Horikoshi could continue evolving Iida, but he doesn't, and we see him in action again in the Vigilant Deku arc and in the final war, where his job is to reach Midoriya, and then help Shoto reach his family.

I could start a rant here about how Horikoshi threw away the development of several characters just to give Gary Stu (Bakugo) of this manga his thousandth moment to shine.

But I can criticize him for other inconsistencies that you have pointed out:

-Shoto was able to enter the UA before and after the speech, people's biggest fear was that Midoriya would enter the academy

-Aoyama's scene and overall plot have no impact because we didn't have any focus prior to it (aside from the arc before the provisional exams). There's only an glimpse of an impact because it's revealed that he was quirkless, and we don't get a focus on class A in those types of plots and class A barely has any evolution outside of comic gags.

-Something to note on the subject of injured or dead heroes, is that the only considerable reaction we get from the class to this, is when Midnight dies, and a couple of chapters later they're in uniforms again, it feels like I missed out on about 90 therapy sessions here, but there's no acknowledgement of the deaths surrounding them or adverse consequences like heroes or students quitting.

-Uraraka and All Might... I seem to remember that there was an interaction between her, Iida, Tsuyu and Mineta between the rounds of the sports festival tournament, but I don't know if it is added to the anime only or also in the manga. There is a huge problem with this and that is that All Might was in skeletal form, the same form with which he begins to teach after his fight against AFO, could a plot arise here of how Uraraka or Iida discover the OFA on their own? If so, Hori did not do it because, surprise! Bakugo.

And as for the ships, I have to say, I much prefer Izuocha even though I'm more of a rarepairs fan.

I could make a post later about both ships, but responding to what you said, Horikoshi moves according to who is at the top of popularity, and this doesn't happen in stories with a gram of narrative stability (for example, One Piece).

Although the lack of confirmation doesn't mean that it hasn't happened, Uraraka wearing the Deku mask and focusing on Midoriya's hands (except the ring finger of his left hand) already gives enough of a clue, although I think Hori will leave those important details for the sequel or when volume 42 comes out in December.

[notetaeker]

Hello!!! How did you become so dedicated to your studies? Do you have some advice?

I love your blog, btw✨️

Hi hi hi!! Thanks for the sweet message 💞💞

My BIG study tips (after 25 years of studying):

Accept your fate. This goes for anything but I used to procrastinate with studying a LOT and once you start it's actually not that bad. It's guaranteed. Automatically once you start, you have started, so you're already on your way, so it's already automatically not as bad anymore. Whining abt ur studies and avoiding them will not make them go away unfortunately. Just do it.

Make study time sacred. A few minutes of focused study is much more valuable than 5 hours spent at the library "studying" + scrolling + talking to friends + listening to music at the same time. Doing 5 hours like that is literally putting yourself thru hell because 1. you cant fully enjoy any of those non-studying activities and 2. you come out of that being like ugh I studied this page for 5 hours I'm tired of studying I need a break. Pomodoro method really changed my life pls try it out if u haven't already

That one tumblr post that says 'learning is basically being exposed to the same materials many times in multiple ways' is 100% correct. How many different ways can you expose yourself to the material. Memorizing facts- can you draw it? Can you organize the facts into lists? Can you attach a funny story to one of the facts? The more ways you interact with any material, the stronger it's saved in your memory. Find out if you're a visual learner- and then create visual tools, maybe color coding things helps you. Do a little digging and find out what works for you.

Diversify your life. Have some hobbies, spend time with friends/family, take a break. Let the computer of your brain sort out things in the background while you do other things. Once you go back to studying, you will feel refreshed (and not fatigued from 5 hrs in the library doing "studying") This also means that if you fail an exam, you won't be like 'oh no i spent my whole spring break studying for this exam and didn't even enjoy it and now I got a bad grade i must be horrible my life is nothing' and spiral. def not based on a true story :) Instead you'll be like yeah I failed but look at this scarf I crocheted look at mee i have mental health!

Sleep is magic- no matter what anyone else tries to tell you. 1. If you studied something during the day, just review those things right before bed and magically they will get set into your brain. Also 2. sleeping is when our brain sorts info so if you don't get any sleep at all it' the same as taking your study sheets and throwing them into the air, so when you ask your brain for the info during the test it's like lol it's around here somewhere. On the other hand, if you slept and gave ur brain time to sort it, when you ask for that info, it'll just open the right drawer and give u the info!

That's it for the big ones- if you want more specific advice feel free to ask! Also as a disclaimer, these 5 are all big life lessons that I had to learn thru trial and error, so consider these to be the advice I would give myself at a younger age. Pls don't be offended lol whenever I said 'you' I rlly was thinking abt myself.

[matthyeu]

tim hortons ― smt.

pairing ⇢ seok matthew x gn!reader

genre ⇢ comedy, fluff

warnings ⇢ this was just self-indulgence as you will see </3, mentions of a car crash but nothing happened lol

word count ⇢ 1377

synopsis ⇢ this is how matthew's life would be if he didn't get 3rd place on boy's planet. hey, at least he met you.

notes ⇢ HEYYY GUESS WHOS BACK,,, well not really i’m just like popping back in after the comeback bc like WOWWW but hi i’ve been really stressed back in school doing a lot of exams and applications for nursing school. i just finished my teas and like the semester’s almost over so i’m so STRESSED AAAAAA and this has been in my drafts for so long bc yk i’m just manifesting myself getting into nursing school but i will def try to get more uploaded soon but i’m always tired from work and school eueueu got some drafts tho so i’m hoping to get that done soon. take care!!

perhaps it wasn’t the best idea to get an early start to studying for your pharmacology exam. not, it definitely wasn’t the best idea. every professor had always told you to review and study more than you thought you needed, so you tried your best to do just that. it was just that one confused topic led to another…and then to another until you realized it was nearing two. 

late nights were no stranger for a nursing student, but they were not recommended if you had plans for the morning after, especially if the morning after was your weekly 12-hour long clinical rotation. 

that was how you ended up with two and a half hours of sleep, a frantically thrown together lunch, missing materials, and a need for caffeine after you overslept your alarm by twenty minutes. you cursed your ability to sleep through alarms but also thanked yourself for setting alarms every five minutes in case this ever happened. 

the facility you were stationed at was a little over an hour from your apartment, so you would barely make it in time. there was realistically no time for you to stop by for coffee. usually, you would just make your own, but your unfortunate luck continued to prosper as you had forgotten to purchase more instant coffee in your last grocery run. however, seeing as how you nearly fell asleep behind the wheel the first ten minutes of your drive, you knew you needed it. if you died in a car crash, there was definitely no chance for you to make it to your clinical on time. 

you pulled into the parking lot at the tim hortons nearest to your apartment, seeing only one other car there who you assumed belonged to whatever employee was on opening duty. it was only 4:43. this location opened at 5. if you waited for it to open, you would definitely be late. even if you had just told yourself it was alright to be late, you were sure your instructor would not be pleased if you were, especially since this was an obstacle you could potentially get over. 

reluctantly, you shuffled your feet to the entrance, not worrying if you would wear the soles of your white shoes quicker than they were supposed to last. you didn’t want to bother the poor worker, but it was your only choice besides sitting in your car waiting for 17 minutes, which was definitely not practical. 

reaching the entrance, you peered in to see a young man diligently preparing for the day. you figured he would be far too busy to notice you (or it was just your excuse to walk back to your car and wait). still, mustered up the courage to wave at him from outside, refraining from knocking on the glass. 

by some dumb luck, he noticed you and came to the door from around the counter. he gave an apologetic smile as he opened the door, popping his head out. “sorry, we aren’t open yet.”

“actually, i was wondering if you could make an exception. i have to be at the hospital in an hour and it’s an hour drive from here,” you explained as you fidgeted with your watch. 

“oh definitely i can do that for you. that hospital must need you as soon as you can get there,” he commented as he opened the door wider for you to come in.

“oh no, they do not need me. yesterday i put on my sterile gloves wrong 4 times because of nervousness. if anything, they hope i’m not there,” you casually blurted out, which caused the employee to give you a concerned look. “i’m a nursing student, not a licensed healthcare provider. everyone always thinks of nurse or doctor when they see someone in scrubs, but i’m just a stressed person in college trying to get through.” 

“ah, makes sense. i thought you looked young to be finished with school already, but i didn’t want to say anything in case it was offensive,” he commented once you both were at the register, “what can i get for you?” 

“just a medium iced latte please,” you ordered as you dug through your wallet for the right card. 

“go ahead and insert your card whenever you’re ready.” 

and you did just that, receiving the receipt from the employee once the transaction was over. “it will be out shortly.” 

there wasn’t much for you to do but stand off to the side as you watched him work. as time went by, there was something familiar about him you couldn’t catch. it was as if you had seen him from somewhere, but the only places you really frequented were the library and hospitals. was it from tv? 

“here you go,” he announced as he slid the cup over the counter. 

as he was about to head back to finishing his preparations, you took a sip of your latte. with the newfound courage taken over you by the caffeine, your thoughts spilled out of your mouth. “do i know you from somewhere?” 

he chucked. “no, i don’t think you have. if so, it was a long time ago since i just got back to canada.”  

“you have a celebrity lookalike or something? i swear i’ve seen your face somewhere before,” you asked. 

“ever heard of boys planet?” 

then it hit you. you looked at his nametag. matthew. of course, he was the canadian from that korean reality show one of your friends had shown you. in fact, she begged for you to help her vote, and she was devastated when her one-pick didn’t make the group. and here he was, standing in front of you at tim hortons. 

“ohhh that makes a lot of sense. my friend had me voting every day for you when the show was airing. interesting seeing you working here. totally thought you’d continue trying to be an idol if you didn’t make the lineup.” 

“i missed home too much, i guess. i had it planned out during the finale too, the part time job i’d get if i didn’t make it. didn’t think i’d actually end up at timmies, but alas, things happen. thanks for your support though.” 

“don’t thank me,” you insisted, “i’m just an unsuspecting victim to desperate fans who wanted the best for their faves.” 

“i think that’s the best feeling though, meeting someone who doesn’t really care about what you’ve done or who you are. you’re the first person who’s actually recognized me, and i’m glad it’s not someone who would leak this information. though, i’m sure it will spread eventually.” 

you finally noticed what he was doing throughout the conversation: packaging a 10-count box of timbits. “here,” he called as he pushed yet another item over the counter, “on the house.” 

shaking your head, you quickly responded, “no i can’t.” 

“trust me, you’re going to need the boost of energy from the sugar for your shift. just take it, or else you’ll be late.” 

“oh shit,” you cursed, realizing you had spent too much time in the shop already, “fine, but i’ll be back and next time, i’m going to buy something for you to enjoy.” 

“mhm good luck!” 

you ran back to your car, relieved you decided to come in when you did when you saw a plethora of cars pulling in with two minutes until opening. the coffee was placed into the cupholder and the box onto your passenger seat. 

before beginning your long drive to your impending doom, you decided to have one of the timbits matthew had given you. that was when you noticed the small message written on the top of the box. 

good luck! you’re doing great things for the world :) come back anytime! i always open on fridays and will take you after 4:30. 

you smiled at the little note, popping one of the pieces into your mouth. it tasted way better than timbit you had ever had. you weren’t sure if that was just because they were fresh in the morning or the care you knew was packed into them. needless to say, you would wake up a little earlier on your fridays to go back to this location to see matthew. 

[curvykittyyssmutfics]

could you write about peter parker (t.m) brings his gf, reader for a study date but instead they fuck on his bed while aunt may is at work or something! please! doggy style, blowjob, boob job, missionary, daddy kink

The Study Date

A/N: This was meant for Tobey's spiderman but feel free to use your imagination!

Warning: Oral- facefucking(male receiving); Hair pulling; Creampie

Light from the sun streams in from the open window highlighting the books and note cards scattered across Peter's messy bedroom floor. There's not a cloud in the sky, and I can hear boisterous laughter from people walking by on the street; everyone sounding free and upbeat made me beyond jealous! Its absolutely unbelievable that on this beautiful breezy bright day my wonderfully amazing boyfriend convinced me to study for our upcoming exams. Hell, even Aunt May had plans to be home late as she and Happy had a date after her shift.

We both knew I'd rather be doing anything else. Better yet, I know WHO I'd rather be doing. Glancing up at a frowning Peter sitting criss-cross with his back against his bed, I watch him scribbling quickly on a notepad. Another pencil clenched between his teeth, he pauses his note taking to read the book in his lap. I can't help but admire the firm set in his jaw contrasting against that adorable baby face. Peter's short messy brown locks dust his forehead as his brows crease. God, his pretty ocean blue eyes never fail to pull me in. Fuck... His sexy ass in only a pair of light gray sweats was leaving nothing to the imagination. My baby's lean but chiseled chest rises slowly with each breath as I stare unabashedly.

I lay prone in front of him a few feet away, legs up behind me and crossed at the ankles, thoroughly enjoying the view. Normally I wait for Peter to initiate anything sexual but it always ends before he can fuck me. Rather it be May interrupting or his Spiderman duties calling, we haven't had a chance to do more than a bit of steamy dry humping. But today, as the drippin in my panties turns to a leak just from lookin at him, Peter's def in for somethin new.

He's concentrating so hard that I'm sure he doesn't notices the aggressive and very thorough eye fuck I'm giving him. He can't possibly be this damn clueless! Opening my mouth to speak Peter surprises me, looking up from his book, beating me to the punch.

"If you're done eye raping me, can you hand me the whiteout?" He teases, his knowing smirk almost making me embarrassed. ALMOST. Lord only knows I'm way to damn wet right now for the shy act.

Without replying I get on all fours and slowly, sensually, crawl to my Spiderman. He immediately sets down everything, spreads his legs and pulls me into his lap. I slip my shirt off quickly, leaving me in nothing but my soft shorts. My lips are desperate for his so I kiss him lustfully, deepening it as I grind ontop of him. My dark blue and red cotton shorts hardly get in the way as Peter starts to swell against me. My wetness seeps out of my empty clenching core, soaking my bottoms and his sweats.

"Peeeete, take off your pants. I wanna play. Lemme suck it." I moan into his mouth.

"Sweetheart-" Peter starts in protest but I quickly cut him off with another soft wet kiss. If he wants to play hard to get then so be it.

I lick into his mouth, before sucking the tip of his tongue between my lips. My fingers play with the hair at the nape of his neck, lightly tugging as Peter's hips cant upward on each small pull. Short low moans come from his as he breaks our kiss to look down at the small wet patch forming where I drip on top him. Our breathing accelerates as I speed up the grinding on his fully hard dick, moving my lips to speak softly in his ear.

"Please Pete, pleeeease. Lemme suck you. I wanna make you feel good. I want you to cum in my mouth, down my throat. Fuuuck, feel your dick twitch on my tongue." I nip at his ear as I watch his resolve crumbling piece by piece. His head falling back on his mattress as he struggles to submit. I don't know why he's resisting and I don't give a fuck. I'm gettin that dick TODAY.

He might be Spiderman but I'm pretty damn quick my self. I'm off his lap and eye level with his crotch, pulling out that impressive fucking dick and cramming him between my lips before he can pick his head up. I lick and suck around his tip with messy loud slurps as watch him closely; his head dips farther into his bed and his arms hang limp at his sides against the floor. He involuntarily spread his legs wider, giving me ample room to work on his cock.

With eyes squeezed shut and his mouth open wide gasping for breath, Peter immediately loses the will to combat himself on this. When I notice, I smile with a mouth full of dick and, with a little difficulty, slide him deeper into my mouth. My unexpected gagging and salivating has him moaning and groaning so fucking seductively. I've never heard anything more alluring. I want more of those moans. So I slide my mouth up and down his lengthy cock fervidly. The taste of his salty precum explodes across my tongue and I moan around him this time, the vibrations making Peter shudder in return.

The soft sounds he makes increase in volume as I speed up the pace of stuffing my new favorite treat down my throat. His hips start to fuck his dick between my lips as one hands slide into my hair firmly as holds me place. 'Fuuuck, Daddy' repeats like a mantra in my head. That dam spider strength makes it so I can't move a single inch as he pistons in and out of my mouth recklessly. I feel his wet balls slapping my chin as my spit smear cheeks, chin, and naked breasts. All I can do is grip his thigh and focus on breathing through my nose as Peter tries to fuck himself into throat. My gagging doubles but I get no reprieve, not a damn lick of empathy. I couldn't dream of anything better

"Uh, uh, uh, f-fuuuuuck. Uh, AH! So fuckin good, princess. Bout to cu-uuum." His lusty cry makes me slip my shorts to the side and finger my throbbing sensitive little button.

I choke around him, eyes rolled back as I let him use me. 'Yeeees Daddy fuckin explode down my throat, lemme taste.' I think as his strokes turn erratic. One last pull out before Peter pushes his pelvis to my nose and unloads 3 strong gushes outta his twitchin dick to the back of my throat, so I swallow to not choke. He pulls back a bit, hand still firmly hold me, as the next 2 land on my tongue. Pete's gasping and panting, staring at me intently while he let's the rest of his warm cum leak onto my lips as he smears his spasming dick in the mess.

When he's finally done ruining me, he releases me reluctantly. His cock is still hard, glistening with my drool and his cum, balls still drawn up tight against his body. I take my hand outta my shorts and remove them, wiping his cum from my face. His eyes widen when he realizes I was playing with my pussy while he face fucked me.

"Did you like that Pete?" I ask seductively, kicking books out the way and laying on my back perched up on my elbows with spread legs.

"Hell yeah, princess. More than like. You got damn drained me. But now I want a taste of you."

Peter rushes to duck between my legs, trying to dive head first to eat me I assume; but I grab a handful of his soft chocolate colored hair and pull him up my body till his dick taps against my desperate messy soaked little puss.

"Fuck that, you can eat this pussy some other time. You better fuck me right now, Parker." I growl out.

That unsure look crosses Peter's face once more and I decide it's time to take matters into my own hands again. I grab for his dick and hastily stuff him inside. Although just a bit more than the tip crams inside, my back arches and I moan loud and long like a whore. I stare at the ceiling with wide unseeing eyes and an open mouth as I tug a couple more inches of Pete's cock into my wet core. My insides clutch at him frantically as I fuck on his leaky dick about half way.

My fingers rub my throbbing little button in quick fast circles, crying out as Peter stares at me in surprise. His shock obviously prevents him from realizing how close I am to cumming. As his breathing and the buildup in his balls upsurgesfrom watching me fuck myself on him, it's clear to us both that I need no assistance. I know my end is near. The intense pleasurable beating in my pussy makes me gasp for air while humping Petes dick wildly. 1 circle, 2 circles, 3 more circles on my clit and I combust. My head thrashes left to right as my cream gushes Peter endlessly.

"YES DAAAADDY, YES! Fuck me, aaah, fuck meeeee! FuckmefuckmefuckmeDaddy!" My intense orgasm draws every filthy thought from my mind through my open mouth into mindless shrieks. There's no room for embarrassment.

Suddenly the world seems shaken and upside down as I find my self quickly turned on my stomache. Peter forces a hand under me to fiercely finger my clit, burying his meat in me almost to the hilt. My back bowed, orgasm prolonged, I feel dizzy from how insanely intense it all feels as he digs into me repeatedly.

"Noooo, no-no-no-no-no, not yeeeeet.." Pete's words melt in one long endless moan and 4 earth shattering back breaking strokes later, he's gripping at my plump ass cheeks and audaciously fills me up. His cum dribbles from around his dick to mix with mine on the sheets. Neither of us move beyond the occasional shudder. Peter remains lodged inside as we try to catch our breath. Small drizzles of cum leak irregularly from his unhurriedly softening prick when we hear 3 light knocks on the locked bedroom door.

FUCK!!!!! May's home..

[from-izzy]

i'm home | tbz lee sangyeon

» ​PAIRING: tbz lee sangyeon x gn!reader (please tell me if i made a mistake!)​ » TROPE/AU​: established relationship au!, long-distance relationship au!, non-idol au! » GENRE​: loving boyfriend sangyeon, very supportive sangyeon, fluffy fluff, bit of angst (ok, maybe more than a 'bit'), comfort comfort and...comfort, reading blushes cause of sangyeon (hehe), boyfie sangyeon who's taller so that you can comfortably hide your face to his chest » WORD COUNT: 4625 » ESTIMATED READING TIME: ~17 mins » WARNINGS (lmk if i missed anything!): mention of religion once, proofread once, workplace hardships navi/masterlist!! 🤍 part of 'especially to you...'

i was a little bit nervous about posting this, especially since it was very rushed! sorry, i didn't plan this well 🥹 nothing came up till the last minute 😞 def didn't freak out or anything— 🤠 i'm gonna hype myself up and think this is fine considering i was racing against the clock (which i didn't manage to beat 😞) and have study to do (exams who? nov 9 who?).

but first of all to me: i know you rejected a lot of opportunities, drowned yourself in a lot of regrets, and i understand that planes are scary for you. i hope that you will find a reason soon to finally see the world like your younger self was dying to do. you were so close to doing it in july and i'm so proud of that first step. keep going, okay?

and! to you @winterchimez...i don't think there are any words needed. welcome home, soulmate! 🫂

Nothing will ever feel as much at home to you as Sangyeon could ever be.

You knew this the moment you told him about how you got the opportunity to work overseas. You remember when it felt like you were fighting endlessly with yourself. Around two years ago, after your weekly date, a loving kiss on your lips and the way Sangyeon would flash you that endearing smile, you thought that everything would be fine. You pushed, what you thought, to be a slim chance that you would be able to work overseas to the back of your mind. At first, you felt crushed about the video interview that you messed up, stuttering and using filler words while you internally scolded yourself for not preparing answers to simple job interview questions. Your head was overloaded with information between things to say and not to say, what would be the best answer and how to play your cards right. In the end, as soon as you pressed the red button on the video call interview, you reached out for your phone to call the first person on your call logs.

Sangyeon remembers that video call, the line of tears cascading down your cheeks as you vent your feelings out. He always waited for you to finish your sentences, nodding along to your words and giving affirming body language to show that he was actively following. Along your stream of words, you didn’t realise that Sangyeon stepped outside in the cold air, his phone at a new low angle and the lights from the buildings were the only reason why you were still able to see his smile across the screen.

“Wait…why are you outside? Where are you going?” You grabbed the new box of tissues from your bedside table, ripping the top part of the box with the dashed lines to help you retrieve a new paper instantly.

“Just grabbing some things.” Sangyeon leisurely answers, bringing the camera closer to his puckering lips, “I’m sure you did amazing, baby. Don’t worry too much, alright? And if you didn’t make it, then I’m sure God has other plans for you.”

You both continue talking over the phone, wiping your eyes, drinking a ton of water and burying yourself underneath the blanket as Sangyeon continues his little errand run. Soon enough, you finally understood why the phone was tilted upwards towards the sky and why Sangyeon didn’t show the things he bought—all the usual things that he would share with you during his random, night errand runs like this one. 

It was when he finally brought the phone up to be in line with his face that you recognised the familiar street background that he was walking in. You gasped, throwing your blanket to the floor, and opening the door suddenly to face your parents who looked at you with shocked eyes. They couldn’t even voice out any of their thoughts because you were out the front door as fast as you exited your bedroom door.

Knowing well that you found out about his plan, Sangyeon made a final sprint for your house, the contents inside the plastic bag ruffles and his earphones your excited laughs and words fill his earphones, mixed in with some of your still sniffling sounds from the devastating earlier events.

That night wasn’t the first time that Sangyeon would run over to you with no notice or hesitation but Sangyeon had been going through a tough time with his personal life and you didn’t know that he would still be able to have such energy to take care of you. It’s a miracle that you were able to still go on dates that these days would be impossible to plan. That night was a reminder to you, especially with the way that he lowered his lower body down, wrapped his arms around your waist, and lifted you as he buried his face into the crook of your neck, that you really love your boyfriend and that he has always been your number one supporter.

In his arms, with some final tears that Sangyeon wiped away delicately from your still-red cheeks, you were sure that everything would be fine. 

Your tears started because you were stressed but it ended with comfort.

But you got another huge headache about a week later when you got the final results of the interview. It could be the acceptance letter (that you were still sure you weren’t going to get), but you knew that you needed to at least open it, read it and accept whatever result it was to move on with your life. So, you tapped on the notification without much thought and you will forever remember this sentence: We look forward to working with you. You froze then and there, your jaw open in disbelief and your fingers went back to the main email page, pulling the inbox page down to refresh the screen. Lo and behold, you were faced with a challenge that you didn’t bother to think about.

You sprint to Sangyeon’s house as soon as the reality sinks into you. Once again, you left your parent’s house after breaking the news to the owners before leaving. Usually, you would have never been able to run that fast and long without a break. The adrenaline and anxiety took over your whole body, and you let your legs guide you to your boyfriend’s house. 

Sangyeon welcomed the news with open arms, his feet adorably tapping on the spot and a deep, soft kiss on your lips that still held his radiant smile. But unlike him, you could only stand at your spot in front of his house and give him a reluctant smile. To this, his smile drops and so did the arms that were in the air a moment ago to celebrate this new journey of yours. The vertical lines between his eyebrows made itself evident and you could only respond with a series of head-shaking and quivering lips.

“Hey…” He cradles the back of your head with one hand, the other on your cheek as he steps forwards towards you, “What’s wrong? You’ve always wanted this.”

Your arms surrounded Sangyeon’s lower body tightly, taking a handful of his sweater and your cold nose slowly became warmer thanks to his body temperature, “I know. But now that it’s happening, I’m having second thoughts.”

He continues to dig further into your thoughts, wanting to understand your feelings more and why you were having second thoughts about something you worked so hard for, “Do you want to elaborate further now? Or do you want to come inside first?”

“If I say the latter, will you cuddle with me?”

This is the you that he knows: the one that would always wish for a kiss, then a cuddle and then another kiss. You lift your face from his chest, increasing the distance between you both slightly. Sangyeon sees the sparkle in your eyes and the slight pout on your lips when you look up at him with a silent plea for a positive answer to your question. 

Who was he to refuse and break your heart like that? 

Plus…he wanted to cuddle with you as much as you did.

And so with the support of your loving family, chaotic friends and encouraging boyfriend, you packed up, headed onto the new country alone and started a new, independent life. Thankfully, you were able to find a place close to your workplace and the foreign place became your home quickly with your three kind housemates. Splitting the chores around the house, cooking, and establishing times to use the washing machine was never a problem. Living in the same house made it easier for you all to spend some time and get to know each other better, leading to routine Friday nights to be spent with each other, going on road trips and eventually overseas trips.

Your workplace has been rewarding as you found the same good qualities of your housemates in most of your co-workers. From day one, everyone has welcomed you to their lives with open arms and you knew for sure that these people wouldn’t be the reason that you would ever have to leave to go back home.

“It’s just so unfair.” It was the company, the workplace and the conditions that they put you in. The logic didn’t make sense: the place was understaffed yet they won’t hire any new people. Of course, there were many underlying factors around it, but after being so overworked, adapting to the new culture, being homesick and, your body trying its best to adjust to the new season changes that you would never have to deal with back home, it was inevitable that you were going to break down soon, “Why? Just why do they have to do that?”

“I’m so sorry you’re going through that.” Oh how much Sangyeon just wanted to jump out of the screen and hug you tight. When was the last time he ever got to do that anyway? He missed having you in his reach—his favourite love language not being able to be expressed for about half a year now, “Hang in there, baby. I know you can do this. Stay strong, hm?”

Through your blurred vision, you could still make out his sorrowful smile, his hand that just hovers the top of the camera on his phone as if to recreate the feeling that he was touching the side of your head.

Perhaps, the worst part of being away from home is your inability to ever interact with them in real-time. The time difference made it too exhausting for everyone on the other side of the world to communicate with you properly. Sure, there were rare days when they could, but the way their moon would rise when the sun said its greetings here made you swallow down your tears at night, forcing you to reassure yourself that ‘everything is going to be fine.’ Because of this, it was a routine for you to drown in your thoughts throughout the day, waking up with a heavy head and heart from the previous nights as you plaster on a weak but still genuine smile when you greet your coworkers. 

With the help of your housemates, your family and Sangyeon have managed to surprise you on both of your birthdays as well as some gaps between their schedules. Those memories would be the ones you would replay in your head as you cry your heart out in the middle of the bed that’s in the middle of the room, in the middle of the night.

Other than the visits and calls, the only things that would connect you to them are the daily pictures and videos. At the very least, they captured the lives of the ones you love back home. Unlike the memories that you could only see and keep for yourself, the physical evidence of their smiles is another big source of comfort for you, especially when all you wanted during your lonely walk home was just life updates from the people that you love most. Somewhere along the way though, the pictures and videos became too much for you, and you start to imagine what the picture would be like if you filled up the negative space within it. 

How would it be like to share that laughter, smile and experience of the atmosphere that the picture manages to capture? What was the air around there like? Humid? Cold? Warm? Aromatic? Or maybe perhaps, would you have been too entranced by Sangyeon’s presence that the only thing you could smell was his signature perfume mixed in with his laundry detergent? 

How would it feel just to have Sangyeon’s shoulder pressed up against yours whenever he has that habit of putting an arm around your back to grab the opposite side of your waist? To have his bigger hand securely intertwine with yours? To have him press a kiss on the side of your head after he whispers ‘I love you forever’ to your ears—knowing well that you were the only one in the world that he would ever confess that phrase intimately to.

How would it feel like to just have the familiar buildings of your neighbourhood, your city and the familiar murals or paintings in your life again? Would it be more comforting than the pictures of the same scenery on your phone? Would your heart be more at ease walking in the night even if all the lights were off or there were no signs of life?

As an answer to your thoughts, after two years of learning, gaining life experiences and missing the air of your home, you bravely decided not to pick up the pen on the table and sign your initials on the new contract paper. 

You decided: I’m going home. 

It’s been a really wild ride. A ride that you would never exchange for anything else. For one, you made friends from the other side of the world. Friends that you knew you could always hit up and visit if you ever come back. Two, it was real when people say that ‘the distance makes the heart grow fonder’. Sangyeon has always been the boyfriend who would cry and carry his burden alone but would always welcome your hardships into his life. Before, even though you could pick up some of the signs on some occasions, the limited video calls allowed you both to pour your feelings out, exchanging confessions and true thoughts. Had you not been across the world, you were confident that Sangyeon would step out of his shell eventually but you were thankful that the distance did its job healthily and your relationship with him strengthened with the tears and chuckles that he showed. 

When the time came and you finished training the new worker who would soon be taking your place in the company, you did your final preparations before stepping out of the house that sheltered you for two years. Final goodbyes, tears being shed, words of affirmation and promises for occasional updates were made before you drove off to the airport. Rolling down the car window, you twist your upper body to face the back of the car, your hand waving up in the air. 

The ride to the airport is bittersweet. You put your phone down after texting Sangyeon that you would call him when you pass through security. All you wanted to do at this moment was to look out the windows and take in the colours of the journey, half-scared that the scenery might turn monochrome soon if you didn’t pay close attention.

Keeping your promise, you connected your earphones and turned on your camera to be faced with Sangyeon leisurely lying in bed, one hand on the back of his head on the headboard, blinking his eyes to fight the sleep from his system.

“You should sleep.” 

Sangyeon shakes his head, straightening his back and sitting up. He takes a deep breath, his chest expanding in volume as he does so, “You only have a few minutes before you have to go anyway. I can stay awake and accompany you.”

“You’re the best, you know that?” 

Thankfully, you found a seat for yourself in the busy atmosphere. You place your backpack on the floor in front of you between your legs, being mindful of the other passengers in the busy airport who most probably had a long day before this, now having to spend overnight in a metal column.

“Love that hoodie on you. Where’d you get it?” Sangyeon wiggles his eyebrows playfully and you roll your eyes, “Good to know that you didn’t leave it behind.”

“I would be crazy to leave this behind.” You pull on the strings of the hoodie, fastening the circumference of the hood around the outline of your face, pouting cutely to your boyfriend who just laughs at you fondly.

“Can’t wait to hold you.” That sentence holds so many meanings and tugged on your heartstrings so much. It hurt for a bit to hear him say that, especially when his voice sounded so tired, “I love you so much.”

“I love you so much.” You whisper to the microphone, holding the tears that you didn’t want to show to your friends throughout the whole week, “I miss you so much. I can’t wait to go on physical, real-life dates again.”

“A few more hours.” He reminds the both of you, holding on just a little bit longer, “Everything will sort itself out then.”

That’s right.

A few more hours until you will both be able to be in the same space again. Just a little bit more before you’ll be able to steal a kiss from his lips whenever and wherever. 

You can’t wait to be back in the comfort of your bed, saying ‘goodnight’ to your parents and slipping out of your windows shortly after to meet Sangyeon at the convenience store. 

You can’t wait to spend some time with his mum—who he gets very jealous of sometimes—and steal more childhood, baby pictures of him. Along with that, you can’t wait for his mum to let you sneak into his room to steal some of his clothes. 

You can’t wait to see his blushing face as he freezes between the doorframe when his eyes land on how his sleeves would completely cover your arms, and your thighs and expose a little bit of your shoulders. 

You can’t wait for him to scoop you up in his strong arms, eliciting your series of squeals and giggles that he has fallen deeply in love with. 

You can’t wait for him to tuck you in bed, pulling his blanket up to your chin. He would then frame his larger body over yours throughout the night, making you sleep deeper and better. But your night, wouldn’t be complete until you delicately kiss him on his chin, cheek and lips. His night wouldn’t be complete either until he kissed your forehead, nose and lips, taking his sweet time on the last body part. 

Most importantly, the night wouldn’t be complete overall until your lips part each other and exchange ‘I love you’s.

As soon as you landed, the adrenaline of finally being in the same country, the same land, the same building knocked out the jetlag and you were suddenly wide awake. You felt a bit bad for the bottom of the seat in front of you and your backpack which was violently ripped out from its peace, but you would like to think that they would understand your sudden burst of energy. You race and slip yourself between the bodies of people who were most probably confused and amazed by how much your eyes were darting around the conveyor belt so quickly, trying to find your check-in baggage—but you didn’t care.

You care about is Lee Sangyeon.

Now, you passed through every security check, every random bag inspection, opening and relocking up all your luggage again one by one, your patience running out by the minute.

But it’s okay.

Because now, only one glass door stands in the way between you and all the people waiting on the other side. 

You watch from the distance as the automatic door opens and closes through other passengers. You were even able to catch a glimpse of some of your fellow flight passengers who spotted their loved ones immediately in the crowd, their hands releasing the handle brake of their trolley when they rushed into the crowd. Their loved ones cry and gasp at the presence that they have been so desperate for, their bodies swaying side to side to keep some of their emotions regulated in public.

Oh, how you know you wouldn’t be able to hold in your tears.

Exhaling and inhaling a couple more times, your hands grip the handle of your trolley, doing a final baggage check that everything is securely held in place and that you didn’t leave anything. Finally, you push the handle to release the brake and you start to walk over to the translucent glass doors. 

Time didn’t slow down. 

It just felt still. 

It didn’t stop though—it just felt still.

You could hear your heartbeat through your ears, your palms were sweating in nervousness and you could barely feel the ground that you were walking on with every step of your feet. The gush of wind pushes your hair back dramatically and your eyes water at the cooler air from the other side of the door. Metal barricades separate the arriving passengers from the crowd from both sides of your body and you force your teared-up eyes to carefully scan through the rows of the crowds and the signs that they held up. Your back straightens to accommodate your eyes’ effort in addition to your lips that move in the shape of the name of the person you miss the most. Unfamiliar faces fill your visual field and your feet finally take you to the end of the barricade, heart feeling heavy at the unsuccessful event to pick out anyone in the crowd that you know. 

But then…

“Found you.” 

His appearance explains why you were unable to quickly pick him out from the crowd if you didn’t focus on detail. Sangyeon grins at your shocked facial expression, watching your eyes slowly lift from the bouquet in his hands to the freshly black dye on his hair.

“Y-You—”

“What do you think?” His pointer and thumb raise to twirl a bit of his hair, his eyes still on you, “You always said that I would look good with black hair.”

“Good?” Oh, he knew what kind of effect this is having on you and he’s having fun with this, “Sangyeon, you—” 

His facial expression softens straightaway when the tears that you’ve been holding for so long finally drop to the ground and he strides forwards immediately as soon as he catches a glimpse of your quivering lips. Forget about the flowers, forget about the people around you, forget about how you were standing in the middle of the walkway. He sets his ‘welcome back’ gifts on top of your things, swiftly wrapping an arm behind your shoulders while the other one cups your cheeks. 

Sangyeon held your shaking body against his tightly, and it was good that he did, otherwise, you would surely be on the floor. You relished in the scent that you missed the most, purposely taking in deep breaths to ground yourself back to the present. The boy smiles at the realisation, letting your free cheek cutely rest on his chest. He hushes you softly, the swiping motion of his thumb on your cheek giving you a physical reminder of his presence—a reminder that he is with you at this very moment. Multiple kisses were pressed on your forehead in an attempt to calm you down and responded with a whimper as you tried to form words.

“It’s okay.” It really is, “I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.”

Your body responded to his affirmation, your arms finally wrapping around his waist, the tips of his fingers just barely intertwining behind his back. Your palms lay flat on his smooth leather jacket and your ragged breathing found a stable pace once again. The increased oxygen in your blood allows you to finally feel Sangyeon’s plump lips on your forehead and the blush begins to form across your cheekbones. 

“You’re really here.”

“I am.” You feel the way his chest vibrates at his deep chuckle. 

That’s all he said and it’s way more than enough. Eyes closed, in Sangyeon’s embrace, his familiar scent, his lips hovering on your eyelids to press kisses there—everything is starting to feel like home.

“You look handsome.” For the first time since you arrived, you finally look at this new hair colour properly. Your eyebrows furrow, almost a look of dissatisfaction and disapproval, “Too handsome.” This time, one of your eyebrows raised at the way he responded with a teasing smile, “How many people asked you out already?”

“Honestly,” He starts to act, tightly closing his eyes as if to think very hard. He prolonged his hum with the way you glared at him cutely, wanting to tease you for longer, “quite a lot.”

The answer made you scoff, tilting your head away and you started to pull away from his embrace. Sangyeon didn’t let you walk away fully though for he pulled you right back to his body. Your hands attempt to stabilise your body the sudden act by resting on the curves of Sangyeon’s shoulders. The playful look in his eyes disappears and the extra layer of moisture shows itself—it tells you that he has been waiting for the only person to ever see his tears to be within his arms again. Both his hands rest on your waist and your own eyes search for the emotions behind his, a hand wiping his lower eyelid. That act makes a tear fall before another one falls and it soon becomes a fountain of emotions for the older male.

“I missed you. So much.” The way that Sangyeon puts so much emphasis on the second and fourth words sent chills down your spine.

Your hand on his shoulder slides upwards to cup his face, the other downwards to do the same on the other side. With all the strength you have left in your legs, you put your weight on your toes, fluttering your eyelids close and lifting your body to press a longing kiss to his lips. You tasted his tears on the curves on his lips, but knowing well that it stemmed from love, made your heart slowly start to heal. Sangyeon reciprocates immediately, travelling his hands to the side curves of your body, stopping at your neck, gently tilting your face upwards to deepen the kiss. The kiss sweetly alternates with his own hugging your bottom lips, pulling away for oxygen, a little ‘I love you’ and diving back in to hug your upper lips.

This is what home feels like.

It’s not some building or some land that could be pointed out on a map. It’s not necessarily the photos and videos that you received, even though they comforted you on cold nights. It’s not necessarily the rushed talks and recounts of your lives because the second hand on the clock mocked the little time you would always have, even though you were thankful that you had that small gap to do so.

It’s actually experiencing all of the above, going through all those trials, all those confusing emotions, and still feeling love and support. It’s being able to just walk with defeat over the day’s work but as soon as you arrive back home, the feeling either washes away or you’re able to just vent it and cry it out. 

With the right people, you were able to let these experiences turn into lessons and precious memories—similar to how there are specific bricks to build the proper structure of a house. As those experiences build, so does the clear image and structure of a house. Sure, houses break down due to inside and outside factors but when it does, you’re confident that you can work it out and make it stronger. 

With those thoughts in mind, the corner of your lips tugged upwards and no words were needed for Sangyeon to know that the smile wasn’t mischievous, teasing or playful.

It’s one full of relief and happiness.

“Welcome home.” Sangyeon changes his words between your kisses.

You hum, waiting for the next time he pulls away to give a proper response.

“I’m home.”

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[from my heart to yours! ✩ // bachira meguru]

PAIRING: bf!bachira (blue lock) x afab!reader

SUMMARY: your boyfriend might need a creative outlet outside of soccer, so doing a craft night together can be a fun way to spend time together.

TYPE/GENRE: heart to heart! ya’ll are painter luvers, def sfw, fluff with comfort (?), humor cz it’s crack, and bachira being a softie YIPEE!

CW/TW: explicit words (sh!t) and like having paint in your skin.

WORD COUNT: 2.1k

A/N: wanted to cope w/ my exams last week so i made this HAHAHA enjoy aaaaaa i luv this bby sm ><

"have you ever noticed how football looks like a giant game of keep-away?"

bachira asked as he continued on mixing the two pigments on his palette. you paused on your sketching from your canvass to look at him. you couldn't help but snicker at his response. 

"i mean, it's just a bunch of grown men chasing a ball around, trying to hog it as much as possible. it's like a bunch of toddlers fighting over a toy."

you snorted as you playfully rolled your eyes at him. "how ironic, meguru." you sarcastically stated and continued on with your work, diverting your attention to the half-made composition you drew. "don't you want to read between those lines?"

you and bachira decided to have a craft night together, and bachira got really excited when you suggested painting instead of crocheting. after all, he had a reputation for being a man of action, and crocheting just seemed too 'delicate' for him. plus, the idea of being able to create something with his own hands really appealed to him. however, when he realized how much patience and focus it took to paint, he quickly regretted his decision and muttered something about how he should have stuck with crocheting.

but despite his initial frustrations, bachira actually started to enjoy painting once he got into the flow of it. he found that the creativity and self-expression he could experience through painting was a refreshing change from the rigidity and discipline of soccer training. he even started to experiment with different techniques and art styles, and you could see the excitement and fascination on his face as he worked.

bachira shrugged, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "i guess i let my inner cynic take over at times," he said, a slight blush creeping up his cheeks. "but honestly, sometimes it feels like that's all soccer is - just a bunch of dudes chasing after a ball and trying to score,"

you watch him dip his brush into the mixture of colors and then apply it to the canvas in a rapid series of strokes, creating an intricate pattern. "it's easy to forget that there's more to it than just that, and that the game can be so rewarding on so many different levels."

you smiled at his response, appreciating his willingness to share his thoughts and emotions. "i completely agree," you said, brushing paint onto the canvas. "sure, the thrill of scoring a goal is amazing, but there's so much more to the game than that. it's about teamwork, strategy, and determination. all things that can be applied to so many other aspects of life. it's what makes soccer such a universal and powerful sport, in my opinion."

you reach over to his side for a different brush from his toolkit to add a new texture or technique to his painting. you feel bachira's head nodding in agreement from your shoulder.

"exactly," he said as he looked over at your shoulder to gaze at your pretty face. "it's so much more than just a game - it's a way of life. and it's something that connects people from all over the world, regardless of race, religion, or language. it's a language that everyone can understand. a-and that's what makes it so special, in my opinion."

as the two of you sat together, surrounded by brushes, paints, and canvases, you couldn't help but notice the way bachira's eyes lit up with excitement whenever he talked about soccer or art. he took his time explaining the nuances of different strategies, and you found yourself getting lost in his passion for the game. you could tell that he was someone who loved diving deep into the details and figuring out the best way to approach a situation.

and it wasn't just his soccer stories that captivated you - bachira was an incredible artist too. you were really impressed. 'not bad for a first timer, huh?' you thought as you watched him humming a tune while painting. there was something truly captivating about watching him mix colors and apply them to a canvas, and you found yourself genuinely impressed by the beauty and depth of his creations. You could tell that he had a unique and powerful vision, and you felt honored to be a part of it.

clearing his throat, bachira decided to switch gears, "the way that painting helped me express my emotions and release stress," as he spoke, his voice became softer and his eyes more soulful, and you found yourself drawn in by his passion and eloquence. "and how every brushstroke was like a part of myself being transferred onto the canvas to be shared with the world."

as the two of you sat there, surrounded by the mess of paints, brushes, and canvases, you couldn't help but feel a sense of tranquility and calm wash over you. bachira's words, filled with passion and emotion, echoed in your ears, making you feel as though you were the only two people in the world.

it was as if time had stopped in that moment, frozen in place, allowing you to fully savor the depth of feelings between you. the silence was broken only by the occasional brushstroke, the sound of pigment on canvas almost mesmerizing in its own right.

you found yourself being drawn in by bachira once again - his cute and focused expression on his face, and the little pout on his lips. and his eyes, his eyes are as though they were a window to his soul. the tension in the air was palpable, and you could feel the electricity between you.

it was during this moment of connection that Bachira suddenly turned to you and spoke from the heart. "i love you," he said simply, but with a depth of emotion that made your heart skip a beat. the words hitting you like a bolt of lightning. it was like a shockwave that traveled through your entire being, leaving you speechless and overwhelmed with emotion.

it was as though all the pieces of your life had finally fallen into place, and you knew, in that moment, that you had found something truly special with bachira. the love between you was palpable, and you couldn't help but feel like you were the luckiest person in the world to have found someone who understood and appreciated you on such a deep level. the moment felt all too precious, and you were desperate to hold on to it forever.

feeling a surge of warmth and affection for this man who had become such an important part of your life, you whispered, "i love you too, meguru."

you wanted nothing more than to wrap your arms around him and hold him close.

and that's exactly what happened next. bachira pulled you into an embrace, his arms strong and comforting around you. you breathed in the scent of his hair and the warmth of his body, and felt a sense of contentment wash over you. for a moment, it felt like nothing else in the world could possibly matter, except for the two of you in each other's arms.

but then, suddenly, you felt the sensation of a brushstroke on your cheek. bachira chuckled and pulled away from you, holding the brush in his hand. "i couldn't resist," he said with a boyish grin. "i thought a little bit of art on my sweet baby could add to the moment."

"wh-"

you watch as he dipped the brush into a jar of red paint and drew half of a heart on your cheek, using soft and careful strokes that made you feel as though your skin were being caressed. "what do you mean?"

then, he turned to his own cheek and you see him drawing the other half of the heart, before turning back to you.

"a little art that," he pressed his right cheek to your left so that the two halves of the heart joined together to form a full symbol of love and connection. "connects the both of us together."

you feel like you were going to cry then and there. the moment was so perfect, so full of both sweetness and passion, that you knew that it would be a memory that would stay with you forever. "because the heart that you gave to me is so special to me."

"meguru…"

he hears your faint whisper and looks at you.

"thank you,” you said softly, your voice tinged with both affection and reverence. “it’s so beautiful and meaningful…”

at the sound of your voice, bachira's eyes soften, and he leans closer to you, his breath warm on your cheek. you can feel the beat of his heart as it races against your own, and you know that you are both caught up in the same moment. it's as though the world has melted away, leaving just the two of you in a bubble of sweet, shared emotions.

as bachira's lips brush against your ear, his voice is little more than a whisper. "y/n, you are like nothing else in this world, and the love that i feel for you is something that i will never take for granted.”

the words seem to hang in the air between you, like a precious jewel that you both want to hold onto forever. for a moment, it feels as though time has stopped, and the two of you are lost in each other's gaze. the world around you seems to have dissolved, leaving only the two of you and the love that you share.

bachira kissed your forehead ever so softly.

it's a moment that you know you'll never forget, a moment of pure and unadulterated joy and emotion that feels like it could go on forever. in that moment, you feel like you are both the luckiest people in the world, surrounded by love and understanding that will see you through whatever life may throw your way. and you know that this will be a memory that will stay with you forever, a reminder of the magic that can exist in the world when two people find each other and allow themselves to fall completely, hopelessly in love.

for a moment, the two of you were lost in silence, enjoying the warmth and comfort of each other's presence. it was a quiet moment, yet it was full of a palpable sense of connection and appreciation. you felt like you had found something truly special in bachira, something that went beyond words. and you knew that it would be a friendship that would last a lifetime.

**BONUS!**

it was a quiet night in bachira's room, the air thick with the scent of paint and the soft sound of bachira's music wafting through the air. you and bachira were both painting, the two of you lost in the world of art and creativity that you shared.

as you worked on your canvas, you looked over at bachira's artwork and couldn't help but feel a sense of admiration for his skill and talent. "that actually is pretty art, bachira," you said quietly, your voice tinged with awe.

bachira looked up at you, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "well ofc it would be," he said, his tone teasing. "why, what did you think before?"

you felt a small flush of embarrassment fill your cheeks, but it was quickly replaced by a laugh. "i thought it was gonna be shit," you replied, your tone equally as teasing.

"y/n!" bachira whined, the sound making you laugh even harder.

the two of you continued to laugh, your voices filling the room with a sense of warmth and joy. it was moments like this that reminded you of just how special your relationship with bachira was, the way that you could be completely and utterly yourself around him and still be loved and appreciated for it.

it was then that bachira spoke, his voice soft and almost hesitant. "y/n," he said, his eyes meeting yours. "this actually connects us, yeah?"

your breath caught in your throat at the simple beauty of his words, and you couldn't help but feel a lump form in your throat. "of course it does," you said softly, your voice almost shaking with emotion. "it's a piece of art that represents the love that we have for each other, and that's something that will always connect us."

bachira smiled, his eyes full of a tender warmth that filled you with a sense of peace and love. it was in that moment that you knew that this was a moment that you would always remember, a moment of pure and unadulterated joy and emotion that was unlike anything else you had ever experienced.

@tsunag1, 2023 — i ws on a hiatus sorry guys! mm but now i’m back on the role 💪😼‼️woot pls like and reblog my works if you like it! it's helpful and is vv much appreciated, thank you for reading! ♡

[mayoiayasep]

pass2 ramble ab/share your headcanons ab your favs 🙏🙏⁉️⁉️⁉️

you have unleashed the visty paralive demons >:). cracks knuckles. this is long as hell so under a readmore it goes!!

shogo:

with the little amount of sleep + insomnia this guy has his ass should def be close to if not already having a caffeine addiction. however i think he eats enough sugar regularly for it to balance out

adding on to that this guy cannot drink black coffee. idc if canon says anything different. he wont drink it unless its almost just milk

a journal hoarder. i do think he actually uses all of them eventually but he always has like. 2 empty ones somehow.

had one of those 3 am cut + dye your hair breakdowns as a teenager. it was when he was 15 and literally the night before he retired from the film industry bc his hair looked like his dad's at the time and he was one interview away from snapping on camera

touma

yknow those tiktoks where its someone with a 35+ step facial care/night routine. yea thats touma

she's transfem also. to me. for silly reasons its bc theres no women inthis goddamn franchise and touma's my highest fave who isnt already trans/transcoded

for serious reasons i do think that it could connect to what we have revealed of her trauma

stocks up and has a stash of cosmetic store coupons that she spends all at once after exam season

her hair is sooooo soft despite the fact its been bleached to hell and back. touma tell me ur secrets please

kantarou

i've said this before but has enough phone + backpack charms to use that shit like a warhammer

has a tumblr acc argue w the wall. kenta has one too to me and i just knwo the two would be in each others dnis

is barely in touch w his parents bc of their work. however he tries to keep in touch w his grandma consistently even after moving in the the visty living situation (he gets her free tickets to shows!)

was super homesick after he first joined visty and had to move in together like it was bad

not a hc but i am obsessed with how he lies about his least favorite foods. "[dislikes] Tapioca (he hates the way it looks), but if you ask him, he'll say it's green peppers" there's something so wrong w him

aoi:

if they were to ever play bandori they would attach themself to kaoru seta like a duckling to its mother. kin assignment style even

surprisingly good at carnival/crane games!

aroacespec. to me. yes i know their whole schtick is how they want to be a prince and the inherent romance that comes w that however. they are my favorite and hence get my arospec isms. i like to think that despite not actually being attracted to anybody, acting out that prince role still gives them that gender euphoria

also canonically a journaler but is more organized about it than shogo

was briefly living w their aunt before joining visty due to their relationship w their parents getting strained

groups hcs time

everytime visty has a movie night aoi/kantarou/touma like. thoroughly checks the cast list + directing credits bc early in the tradition there was a yamatodad feature jumpscare and then shogo spent the next 2 hours in the bathroom

they have matching friendship bracelets! kei had one too so when he left they had to remake them so there would be that constant reminder (they all still keep the old ones somewhere tho. even kei)

shogo and aoi watch cooking/baking shows together and try to replicate their favorite recipes

i am a kantaaoi besties no 1 supporter. like ive said this in another post but i don’t think they had anyone their age that they were super close to before each other

they do hair dye touchup livestreams

[just-a-normal-regretter]

Don't mind me I'm just talking into the void trying to get this off my brain haha (if my ramblings about this au get annoying I'll start marking it as like #silvertongueau so peeps can just mute the word)

if people want to chat about it please sends asks I want to yap about this more LOL

silvertongue = Reigen gets blackmailed to becoming UA's quirk counselor by Nedzu (the starting point of the fic) [set a year after the Confession Arc in MP100]

coldheart = [set in-between silvertongue & the start of UA's school year i.e. yes even before the Sludge Villain Incident] The candidates that aced the UA Recommendation Exams are required to pass another interview before they are fully accepted into UA. Three of four candidates manage to pass. The fourth, well, Todoroki Shoto isn't very pleased to attend mandatory quirk counseling sessions if he wants to make it into UA.

goldsoul = [set after coldheart; UA's school semester begins] (follow up sorta Mob-centric to let shenanigans ensue. of course Mob has his own troubles to worry about, but well, those are spoilers if I ever get to writing this looool)

More rambling below lmfao

Originally I was going to do a follow-up fic in Mob's perspective (goldsoul is sitting there waiting for me to elaborate on how Mob's doing smh) but then it sorta hit me that I could definitely get away with one of the students going to quirk counseling before BNHA starts lol

I was also contemplating dragging Momo into it but her stresses and issues don't really crop up until she's actively attending UA. Tokage and Honenuki seem to have their wits about them so idt there's anything that needs to be acknowledged there for the time being (but don't worry 1-B does get some adventures in the future, yes, I'm looking at you Monoma). Inasa doesn't actually accept UA's offer even after passing the exams so he doesn't have to go through the extra interview.

Shoto gets stuck with being the first "test-run" of this quirk counseling. Reigen is bullshitting and trying to figure out how tf this is going to work (he may be overthinking this a lil he def can handle this) and Shoto doesn't want to be here. At all.

[people need people though, and well, what does shoto want? too focused on his past he can't live the present the way it can be. your life is your own keeps just, echoing in my ears that is def some advice pre-UA shoto needs to hear. midoriya handles it in canon but uh. obviously canon will explode here LOL]

In the meantime coldheart is meant to set up more background events that I was contemplating on using goldsoul to introduce (I think coldheart works better for it ngl). Playing fast-loose with some adopted Teru as well as better establishing how I handle espers in relation to quirks here.

I also def need to get the scene of Tome and Teru trying to help Reigen and Serizawa decorate the UA office out of my head cause I feel like that shit is just comedy. Shenanigans ensue lmaooo (god I need to think about quirks for Tome n other non-espers ughhh)

Other ideas sitting on the back burner for this AU:

Toga (oml there def has to be an entry about her. part of the reason why this AU is on my brain is her backstory in general. let a professional [even if Reigen is stretching the term A Lot] reach out a hand and let her know her quirk, her entire being is normal. Reigen wouldn't bat an eye at her quirk and obsessions because she's just a kid and no one actually tried to help her ;-;)

Midoriya (overthinking the whole Reigen & Midoriya are quirkless but I think he just might need to hear that quirkless can make it in this world? he's so determined to be a hero and sure he has an answer as to why but has he thought about life outside of heroism? it also gets my brain whirring about if Reigen would want to be a hero in this type of universe back when he was a kid. hmm)

Bakugou (feel like these two would have a silly dynamic in their meetings; at first it's just "okay knock off that attitude, get off that powerful quirk high horse" "stfu" but then canon happens and welp Reigen has another traumatized kid to help. thinking about reigen having to undo a good chunk of past quirk counseling that really did nothing but inflate bakugou [alongside his general upbringing of course] so it will be. interesting.)

Iida (unironically I think Reigen is stealing Hound Dog's job at this rate if he's just telling kids from hero families "hey you def need to like, take a step back and think about this reasonably. don't worry about following family legacy; what do you want" and not really focusing on the quirk side of the problem but uh, wcyd)

Shinsou (yes I def think he's the next kid dragged into this mess in goldheart.)

brief flashbacks in some of Mob Psycho's earlier arcs just to give a perspective on how things get changed with both verses colliding here (I hinted at it in silvertongue but yes, people are very much concerned about wtf happened in Seasoning City about a year ago. Not just the Incident but the World Domination Arc & the Divine Tree got a bunch of eyebrows raised. HPSC fumbled the bag on not checking in sooner but there's also some other hijinks that lowkey saved the day there)

right some clarification on how Spirits n Such runs while Reigen has to juggle this extra job (Serizawa locks in: the section). Thinking that I won't sideline Serizawa here either cause they're a team. Tome abuses the shit out of getting on UA's campus for this stuff [Shou/Ritsu/etc do too looool] until security gets stricter & dorms come in (which uh, hmm, Reigen will have a Time there)

There are also some benefits Reigen didn't consider until he sees them directly lol (an extra paycheck... yes, Reigen can get a better apartment >:3 and well that may help with beginning the Toga section unironically LOL)

there are a ton of traumatized kids trying to become heroes and Reigen is just "why are we turning children into soldiers jfc let them be kids" but puts up with it for the time being cause of the deal he reached with Nedzu after the whole, uh, blackmail thing.

[there are prob a ton of ideas to run with but I am exhausted lmao]