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*lying on the floor* I'm gonna have to write my own luckypatch fics at this rate is2g-
#if it's not obvious I've had. severe luckypatch brainrot for like the past week lmao. i missed them#decided to plunge into ao3 (after immediately excluding any Gross warnings bc these are CHILDREN) and ugh. so much he/him for clover :/#and he/they too. but not good enough tbh they're never referred to w he in canon so it feels like a cop out or excuse#it's been ages since i had the motivation to fully write and post a fic but i wanna try again soon đ#i love their lame friendship sm#wish i had the confidence to post my art more too bc i have. so many clovers lmao
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I know what he is
I recognise a tsundere when I see one
#bucchigiri?!#kakeru zabu#zabu kakeru#*reading romance* lame đđ *keeps reading*#I was already thinking he could be one of my faves and now he is. Sorry I'm basic af I see tsundere I gotta like the character#If you read the title and thought âđłïžâđ?â Yes but I already knew that it's Bucchigiri nobody here is straight no reveal there#I like his friendship with Komao. Don't ship because they are a BROTP to me but mad respect for their shippers out there#bet my ass he is a hopeless romantic but hide it because it doesn't help him look cool and tough#Bet he imagines shoujo scenarios where his hand brushes his crush's and then they look into each other eyes and all that and he collapses -#- when he realises he's making that in his head once again then thinks it's embarrassing and lame and swears he will stop but fails. Again.#god I love these characters sm#⥠â shut up noko
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My sunlight, sunlight, sunlight
- Sunlight, Hozier
Idia Shroud x Persephone! GN Reader
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Summary: Azul, a member of the Board Game Club, begins noticing the change is his competitor/friend Idia. He plans to get to the bottom of his unusual behaviorâŠ
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Warning(s): (potential) spoilers for Chapter 6, Idia losing his mind over how much he loves Reader, GN reader, Reader is described to have pointy ears!, Floyd.,
A/N: Idia deserves his time in the spotlight, I love him sm and the trope/parallel of Persephone/Hades for them
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Azul doesnât know much about Idia on a deep personal level. The two are friends, sure, but it isnât like they share secrets while at a sleepover or have friendship bracelets. It doesnât bother Azul much, he never had a problem with just being decent friends. While Azul doesnât know a lot about IdiaâŠ
He does know that something is definitely wrong.
It was another club meeting for the Board Game Club. Azul and Idia were playing a game of cards with funny and cute animals on them. Usually Idia would be absolutely destroying Azul at the gameâ or any game for that matterâ but today Idia just stared down at his cards in deep thought. And it wasnât the usual stare of determination. It was more akin to the thousand yard stare.
Itâs been over ten minutes since Azulâs move and Idia hasnât made a single attempt to outdo his move. Plus he hadnât blinked in a good two minutes, which creeped Azul out.
Azul clears his throat. âIdia? Itâs your move.â
Idia snaps out of his daydream and looks up from his cards with a âhuh?â, looking down again and setting down another one of his cards, not even bothering to a usual smug declaration or shame Azul for being so stupid for playing such a lame card (which he did on purpose to try and gain Idiaâs attention throughout the game).
âIs something the matter?â Azul finally asked after some internal debate. He didnât want to pryâ after all they werenât all too closeâ but he just couldnât stand the unusual silence of the game.
Plus, Azul admits, heâs incredibly nosy.
âUhâŠâ Idia flushes and rubs the back of his neck, the blue flames of his hair turning pink and even the end of his hair flickering in the shape of hearts, which made Azulâs jaw drop.
âNo⊠Iâm okay. Just uh- thinking! Yâknow, strategizing! Also your move sucked lololol.â
Well, at least he got a normal Idia despite how horrible his lie was. Azul narrowed his eyes at the Ignihyde dorm leader with a small âuh-huhâ and placed down his next card.
âDid something strange happen?â
Thatâs when Idia lost cool. He was sweating bullets, looking guilty as a sinner in church. âWhat makes you say that!? Nothing happens! Nothing at all.â
His phone chimes. Idia takes out his phone almost immediately, going over the screen, and smiles. Replying quickly, then pausing, looking up at Azul.
âUh⊠I think Iâm gonna head back early!â Before Azul could protest or even say a word, Idia grabbed his things with a quickness that Azul hadnât even seen from him before. âSee ya next meeting!â
As Azul watched Idia leave the classroom without even looking back, he quirks a brow, humming in thought.
If there was one thing about Azul, he wasnât just going to let something like this slide.
He had to find out whatâs wrong with Idia!
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Idia takes his place again at the fountain of the courtyard, the third time this week. Many people are already in their respective dorms, which means Idia is alone with no one in sight, yet still he bounces his leg and looks every which way. The sun has slowly begun to set, given by how the sky turns a yellow, orange, pink, and reddish hue with clouds littering the sky. The running water of the fountain continues to break the silence. The sound alone and the time of day with the scenery no doubt would calm the nerves, but to Idia, he could only feel nervous. His heart pounded, hands growing clammy, and his fingers picked at his painted nails and chipped the polish. Heâd have to redo them later.
He checked his phone once, twice, and three more times as he continued to look around. Idia checked the time again and again, checked his notifications (which were mainly with his game notifications, much to his shocking disappointment) and others just junk mail.
The time went by from 6:00 to 6:30 in a flash. He had to go back to his dorm sooner or later before the teachers making their rounds in the halls came by and asked him to leaveâ for the fourth time in a span of three days this week.
Idia goes back to looking at his phone, opening it, and going to a locked album in his photos with a password that consisted of two special dates combined.
One being his anniversary.
And the other being the day he met you.
Once unlocked, almost thousands of photos and videos appeared on screen, all consisted of you and him in each picture, but mainly only you. He never really enjoyed photos of himself but heâd deal with it for you, always. Idia is convinced that half of his storage on his phone is half dedicated to you. Not to say that the flash drive in his room kept in a locked box in his desk drawer is any different. Itâs full of the backups of the photos on his phone and then some.
He clicks a more recent photo of you, though, it was a year ago during the summer timeâ the one time your parent actually let you see Idia after a long hard month of managing your studies and practicing your magic.
Sat beneath the sun, flowers bloomed beneath you through the sand somehow, a big smile on your face as you face the camera. Idia couldnât help but let his heart swell as he stared at you. Your hair, your outfit, your skin, your eyes; Idia had memorized it all in his mind, but he could never get enough of it. Even if he could make a perfect replica of you in a game, it wouldnât feel or look the same. He swiped to another photo, this one being in the fall. Idia was in the photo this time, flushed and flared up as it showed you giving him a kiss on the cheek, leaving a lipstick mark on his pale skin. The next was a picture of Ortho hugging your side.
It kills him every time he sees you in the best way possible. His heart canât stop racing and his face is an even brighter red, his hair flaring up.
âIdia!â A voice yells from across the courtyard, making Idia perk up in excitement, a smile blooming on his face as the flowers beneath your feet.
There you were. Finally with him at long last. Sure, he talks to you almost everyday through text and chats with you on call, but itâs never enough. He waits for winter and fall every year, the only times of the year where you arenât busy helping your parent with their business and able to sneak out of school.
Idia stands up to attentions immediately, his arms open to welcome you in them as you slam yourself against him in a hug, almost making him stumble back into the pool of water in the fountain. Idia holds you close, not wanting to miss a moment of your warmthâ despite wearing his signature hoodie.
You pull back and peppering kisses along his face, which makes him heat up even further. A dopey smile stretches across his face as he giggles, hands on your waist.
âI missed you!â You held his face in your hands, a loving smile on your face. Hell, he couldâve sworn he saw hearts form in your eyes. Or maybe that was his loser induced brain talking. âYouâre so handsome! Have you gotten even more cuter?â
âWe FaceTimed yesterday, itâs not like I changed at all.â
âUntrue, you styled your hair a little, didnât you?â You ran your fingers through his hair, letting the warm flames tickle your skin. âIt looks much longer than the last time I saw it!â
âI could get it cut if you donât like it-â
âOh shut up! I love it!â Another kiss on his lips, just a light peck, but even with that his hair bursts into large pink flamesâ almost like a bone fire that was doused in lighter fluid.
âStopppâŠâ He says halfheartedly. âMy heart can barely take it anymore, the meter is already broken. Youâre too OP for meâŠâ
You merely laugh at your fiancés antics.
âWHAT IN THE WORLD!?â
The way Idia jumps into the air is similar to that of a cat being scared of a cucumber. Idiaâs head turns to the source of the voice, seeing Azul with the two Leech twins by his side looking shockedâ unlike Azul, who looks downright horrified. Or would astonished be the word? Either way, heâs still as his eyes look from you to Idia.
âUH- UHM.â
Idia is panicking. He hasnât told a single soul about you, not even Lilia whenever they were online and playing together! Of course he never told anyone, you were way out of his league, from a totally different school so who the hell believes âtheyâre from a different schoolâ anymore!? Not only that, your family was famous for their innovations to helping and saving the planet by starting with agriculture and food! Almost every mom has the famous âguide to good healthâ in their kitchen!
âI- I donât know them?â
âŠ.
âTHE HELL SHROUD!?â
âDear, I love you very much, but that wasnât very smartâŠâ
âFirefly Squid has a⊠partner?â Floyd tilts his head at you, approaching you and then poking you.
âHow much is he payinâ you?â
âExcuse me.â
The stare you give Floyd speaks wonders, a pair of thorns growing up your arm as you try and smile politely at Floyd, but itâs more of a grimace.
âPlease donât ever insinuate that Iâm using Idia for money.â
Floyd blinks and then grins, all teethâ sharp teeth. âHey! Youâre like a Flowerhorn fishy!â
âARE WE JUST NOT GOING TO TALK ABOUT YOU AND IDIA BEING ALL LOVEY DOVEY?! WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT ABOUT!?â
Idia seriously wants to die. Like, he wants to melt into a puddle or crawl into a hole where people canât find him. He puts his face in his hands and groans.
âYou must be my Idiaâs friends!â âYOUR IDIA!?â âYes!â
âIdia is my fiancĂ©!â
A beat passes. Then two. A whole minute passes before Azul screams out a âWHAT!?â He grabs Idia and shakes him by the shoulders.
âYOU HAVE A FIANCĂ!? YOU NEVER TOLD ME!? I KNOW WE ARENT CLOSE, BUT WHAT THE HELL MAN!?â
âI DONT KNOW IM SORRY!â
You watch in amusement as Idia is rag-dolled by the meroctopus. Meanwhile you were being inspected by Jade and Floyd, as youâve come to learn their names are.
âWoaahhh so Firefly Squid has a Flowerhorn as his fiancĂ©! Thatâs so cute! I wanna squeeze you.~â
âPlease donât touch me.â
âHehehe youâre funny!â
âNow, now, Floyd,â Jade speaks, placing a hand on his shoulder to restrain his feral twin. âWe shouldnât just bombard them with questions right off the bat. We should get to know them first before anything.â
âMight we ask your name?â
âIâm (Y/N) (L/N), soon to be a Shroud! Or Idia will be a (L/N)⊠Weâre still debating on that.â You laugh a little, looking over them to check on Idia.
Ah, he was sweating buckets while Azul was getting winded over a long lecture, or maybe him ranting. You werenât entirely sure what he was saying anymore, it all sounded like ravings of a lunatic. Was finding out Idia is engaged that life altering?
âHuh? (L/N)?â Thatâs when Jadeâs eyes lit up and his polite smile grew to be more excited, surprising you. He looked similar to a kid on Christmas. âI have one of your family books on mushrooms and their types as well as their benefits to health. And the special addition âMushroom Advice for Aspiring Potion Makersâ. Might I say there are a millions ways you can use a mushroom to make poison.â
You stare at Jade a little astonished that mushrooms were the first thing he discusses, but you can also appreciate mushrooms. They are very special and odd fungi that change every day.
Meanwhile with Idia and Azul.
âWHY IS IT SO HARD TO BELIEVE THAT I HAVE A FIANCĂ, AZUL!?â
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âOKAY. I KNOW WHY ITâS HARD TO BELIEVE BUT DONT GIVE ME THAT LOOK, MAN!â
Azul was close to pulling out his hair. He canât believe it. It wasnât the fact that Idia never told him, it was the fact that this was the very, very, VERY, very last thing Azul expected to be wrong with Idia. In fact, this thought wasnât even on his mind, it wasnât even on his list. Why would it be? It was Idia he was talking about! The guy could barely survive being asked what time it was, let alone managing to get engaged!
âWhy- No, how??â
Thatâs when you step in, going past Jade and Floyd to stand beside Idia. âWeâve known each other since we were kids! And I was the one that âproposedâ. But we were sixteen then, so when we turned eighteen! So weâve been properly engaged for a year now.â
You hugged his side, Idia smiling softly as you do, looking away at the ground as you practically show him off with pride.
âMy question is, why havenât you told anyone, Idia? Especially after that ghost kidnapping you.â
âThe what now?â
Idia tenses as you look at him with a smile. He felt the warm air of the outside just grow cold, cold as the winter.
âHuh? Oh yeah.â Floyd chimes in, laughing. âI remember that! There was this ghost that kidnapped Idia-â
âSTOP TALKING-â
âTo marry him or something. Pretty weird right?â
The air grows heavy as you continue to stare at Idia, a smile on your face. âReally now?â
Idia audible gulps.
âYeah! He was really adamant on them not getting married he just wouldnât explain why⊠Wait he didnât tell you?â
âNope! Not at all.â
Idia gives a nervous smile. âUh⊠I can explain?â
A best of silence, then another. The three merfolk looked to one another in the tense silence as you and Idia stared each other down. You waiting for Idia to explain meanwhile Idia was waiting for himself to finish buffering.
âYou mightâve said something you shouldnât haveâŠâ Azul clears his throat, very uncomfortable in the silence. Floyd whistles guiltily.
The three slowly back away from the couple. Azul mightâve gotten his answer, but he also mightâve just started an early divorce.
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A bird chirps overhead as you and Idia stand in front of one another, giving some clarity in the silence, but Idia inside, currently, he was dying inside. He had completely forgotten about the whole âghost marriageâ thing, he had gaslit himself into believing it was all a fever dream, especially with the fact he had to be around a shit ton of people and be put through all of that dramaâ which, completely drained his social battery to the negatives. Telling you would mean he was worrying you and force you into sneaking out of schoolâ most likely middayâ and get yourself in trouble. Your smile was strained, an eyebrow twitching downward into a furrow, your arms crossed. Idia shuffles in place, his hands wringing together and he picks at a hangnail.
âStop that,â you said softly, despite your little glare. âYouâll hurt yourself.â
âSorryâŠâ
âFor the picking or the very important thing that you never told me.â
âBoth?â
You sigh, shaking your hand, simply holding his hands in yours. You lead him to the fountain and sit him down beside you.
âWhy didnât you tell me?â
âI dunno I was just- it was stupid, I donât even know why it happened. And it was completely exhausting, my mind was racing and I think my life was flashing before my eyes!â Idia began rambling, already sweating. His hands were clammy. âEverything was happening all at once. I just wanted to call you and talk to you after it happened and go to sleep with you talking and-â
âIdia.â
Idia shuts his mouth immediately as you let go of his hands and put his face in your hands, thumbs rubbing the apple of his cheeks. He sighs.
âSorry⊠Iâm upset cause this isnât what I wanted to do with you today. Damn Azul.â
âItâs okay Idia, we can still do what you wanted to today.â
âYeah but Iâd have to do it even quicker now because thereâs only so much time before you have to go! I canât speedrun a whole movie! Or maybe I canâŠâ
You chuckle and let go of his face, a hand on his lap. He leans in closer to you, his head on your shoulder.
âIâm sorry Iâm a total noob at this. Are you⊠mad at me? For that whole ghost marrying me thing.â
âHuh? Mad? Why would I be mad?â
âCause I didnât tell you about the other woman.â
âPFT- other woman??â
âI DUNNO!?â
âIdia. No, Iâm not mad. As long as no other ghost is coming after you, then I wonât turn anybody into a mint leaf.â You pause.
âCan I turn ghosts into plantsâŠ?â
âY/N no.â
âWhat? I can keep it as an âin caseâ protocol in case some random ghost lady wants to marry you again.â
âI highly doubt that. Whoâd want to marry me willingly?â
You deadpan at him. âI do.â
âDoesnât count, Iâm your last option.â
âIdia!â
âWhat? Itâs true!â
You laugh, making Idia laugh with you, despite knowing that heâll get an hour long session of you praising him after a self-deprecating comment like that. You thread your fingers through his hair, moving your head to the side further to kiss his forehead. He blushes and moves his face closer into the crane of your neck. He relaxes into your warmth, shutting his eyes. The sound of birds chirping overhead, a peaceful wind passing by, Idia snuggling close to your side as your head rests against his.
Sunflowers bloom at your feet, stems branching up from the ground and brushing against his ankles. They all face him. Idia thinks for a moment that heâs similar to a sunflower, especially when it comes to you.
Heâll always look for you, for his sunlight.
#twisted wonderland idia#idia shroud x reader#idia shroud#fluff#x reader#twisted wonderland azul#twisted wonderland floyd#twisted wonderland jade#twst#twst fluff#twst idia
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my favorite moments from ep. 2 of Fantasy High Junior Year!!!!
âmy girlfriend says helloâ FIGAYDA YOU ARE MY ONE AND ONLY
âthe beans are dueâ and you know what they were
ally chucking the dice and then threatening legal action
em shouting out the two crew in the naddpod shirt
âcan i⊠get under the hood a littleâ
âdo you have your outfit picked out for the first day of schoolâ
âso tactical, so lameâ
ecaf, the turncoat who then got mended and shoved in the jacket âhate to see her leave, live to watch her walk awayâ âshe gave a whole monologueâ âhey girlie⊠hey girlieâ
âWE WILL FIND PEOPLE WITH MOUTHS TO KISSâ
the diner and daisy!!!!!
âiâm too cool to say this but i really value my friendship with fabianâ WE ARE SO BACK ARE YOU KIDDING (ily sm fig)
all the milfs ( @caitmayart you are a genius)
gilear (i donât trust him in anyway whatsoever)
of course riz has everyoneâs GPAs
SQUEEM
the whole dangerously close to being expelled convo was HILARIOUS (until it was too real for me and then i got stressed again)
AYDA!!!!!!
ayda and augefort bonding and going back in time (maybe they will find aydaâs journals and figure out her history)
THE FOSSILS!!!!!!! âour fucking romance is so fucking epicâ (it IS so fucking epic you mean everything to me figayda)
how did aelywn become a middle school teacher in 6 months. not a moment just a question⊠how. the whole timeline makes no sense to me
fig and gilear switch luck/fates maybe?? idk very exciting very fun
AYDA ART AYDA ART AYDA ART (she is grumpy and perfect and beautiful and i love her the most)
#dimension 20#dimension20#brennan lee mulligan#emily axford#ally beardsley#lou wilson#brian murphy#zac oyama#siobhan thompson#fantasy high junior year#fig faeth#kristen applebees#fabian aramais seacaster#fabian seacaster#riz gukgak#gorgug thistlespring#adaine abernant#ayda augefort#gilear faeth#hallariel seacaster#aelwyn abernant#jawbone o'shaughnessey#ecaf#squeem#hangman#hangvan#arthur augefort#figayda#fhjy spoilers#fcf fav fhjy
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*HSMTMTS SEASON 4 SPOILERS*
Watched episodes 4-6 and Ricky Bowen is so unhinged this season, i love it đđđ Also rina failed couple costume because their out of sync and finally revealing their dating, i love it. Also my heart dropped when he said he needed a minute. MADLYN ALMOST KISS?!! Ruined by that pumpkin ghost, jarred is a fucking weirdo??? SEB CHEATED ON CARLOS???? Loved the original song this episode tho and jet simping for kourtney.
WITH BIG RED??? The way that ginaâs motivation and way of finding chemistry is ricky đđđ I love them. Ej giving ricky advice on gina and caswen hug and i love you, i love their friendship. Glad, heâs with val. Loved their duet. The redlyn break-up was inevitable and iâm hoping itâs leading towards madlyn even if madison answered maddoxâs phone. I MEAN SHR HAD A PICTURE OF HER IN HER LOCKER SHSHSHSHW Jealous ricky is a serve, i love it. HEâS TIRED OF LOOSING PEOPLE GIVE HIM HIS HAPPY END. Terri was annoying me in episode 5 like you told your daughter no boys and then you make an exception for a famous actor??? Like stfu. You donât even know your daughter. I KNEW IT WAS COMING BUT RINA RAINKISS KNOCKED ALL THE AIR FROM MY LUNGS!!! AND THE CHOCOLATES?! A SPIN HUG IN THE RAIN TOO, I LOVE THEM, THEY HAVE AN INSANE CHOKE HOLD ON MEđđđ Also, Love Kourtneyâs storyline and jump was so good and Emmy is such a comedic relief, i love her.
Ricky calling her sweetie, awww. NO RINA TROYELLA??? I HATE IT HERE. Emmyâs episode 6 storyline, my baby she just wanted to sing âčïž FLASHBACKS! Kourtney and Ashlyn were so cute in the scene with their little pact. Love their friendship. BENJAMIN WAS IN A BOY BAND?! BIGGEST PLOT TWIST OF MY LIFE. Awww miss jenn worrying and carinh about carlos without even really knowing him. MOTHER from the beginning. SEB AND NATALIE??? Heâs so unserious âI was in a serious relationship. With a woman.â Seblos over again, theyâre so cute. Get back together. ALSO THE AMOUNT OF SWEARING THIS SEASON ENSNEJWJS, IT KEEPS GETTING ME SO OFF GUARD. âHeâs singing the damn song!â RICKYYYYY. Close-up on all the couples unofficial and official, theyâre all endgame. REAL!! Gina flashback!!! Yes, she taught herself how to knit a hat. âFind something you like about this school and try not to kill it.â Runs into ricky. ItâS A RINA FLASHBACK!!! I miss gina 1.0 but i love season 4 gina sm. Gina convinced him to join the musical and she joined because of him!!! âLove is lame, idiot. Thatâs why i try to avoid it.â NOT ANYMORE. Ha! âGood luck, skaterboy.â HE WAS A SKATER BOY, SHE SAID SEE YOU LATER BOY. Theyâre so fucking tethered and soulmates. THEY OWN MY LIFE! Alyson reed giving miss jenn advice and her joining east high omfg. TRUST THE PROCESS PERIODDD. GIVE RICKY A HAPPY END MF!!! THESE ARE HER CHILDREN DEN MOTHER FRR. OMG! DREAMS DONât DIE!!!! Emmyâs voice is gorgeous, all the songs hit so hard this season tf. Itâs the little rina moments this episode for me. ALYSON REED AND BART JOHNSON HELPING THE DRAMA DEPARTMENT AWWW! Gina not wanting to say i love you first i get it and iâm a ricky saying i love you first truther. RICKY GOT INTO COLLEGE!!! MY BOY! 1.8 GPA?! BOY, WHAT HAVE YOU BEEN DOING THESE YEARS. Awww, as long as ginaâs there his futureâs locked, sheâs his future đđđ NO, WTF WAS GINAâS CALL ABOUT IF ITâS SOMETHING BAD IM THROWING HANDS.
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tweek + gen. headcanons
request: "gotta love my man tweek. can we get him some good old fluff head cannons" author's note: i love tweek sm. he's probably one of my fav characters. also since u didn't specify i did platonic & romantic bc i only write romantic tweek w a male reader :)
platonic
Youâre going to be the one who starts the friendship; his anxiety causes him to be too scared to say anything to you. It also takes a bit, his mind finds something wrong with everything, so heâll believe you are talking to him for malicious reasons. Just consistently being nice to him will break down his walls, and allow him to see you as a friend.
Once youâre friends though, expect a lot of frantic texts and calls. He knows youâll listen, and youâre one of the people he trusts the most. Heâs a spam texter too, so youâll have like 8 notifications if his anxiety gets really bad. He appreciates it when you take time to respond, whereas other people would've just laughed at how ridiculous he is.
Might have your contact pinned in his phone so he doesnât have to scroll to find it.
Acts like a lost puppy when heâs not with you. He just stands idly, playing with his fingers, until you enter the room, then he starts to follow you! He doesnât need you to address him or anything, before in close proximity with you eases his worries.
He is definitely a protective friend! He hates fighting and confrontation but doesnât let anyone say anything rude about.Â
Will, if in a good mood, let you get free refills at Tweeks Coffee Broâs. Doesnât even mind his dadâs ramblings about losing profit.
Speaking of the cafe, loves when youâre studying there. Again, just being close helps with his anxiety, which gets at an all time high when heâs working.
Eventually feels confident enough to mock your drink choice. If you get a frappuccino or add three sweeteners heâll say something like, âThatâs not even coffee.â Heâs probably a black coffee drinker donât take it personally
The type to wait for you when youâre tying your shoes. The moment you drop to the ground he stops walking and waits. You can try and tell him he can keep going and youâll catch up but heâs stubborn
Always assumes you two will be partners in class. The moment the teacher says âpartner assignment,â he is making eye contact with you. You always agree, because heâs definitely a good partner, making sure to do his fair share of work.
I think heâd like making friendship bracelets; it gives him something to do with his hands. You guys probably have matching chevron patterns!
romantic
Similar to how your friendship started, you probably have to ask him out.
However, he has probably liked you for a while! His crush definitely would start a few months into your friendship
He thinks youâre really nice and cute but what if you donât like boys? What if youâre homophobic? Thatâs too much pressure!
So, you have to ask him out. He says yes, with a completely red face that doesnât fade for hours. Heâll think about you and it comes back with the same intensity, itâs really sweet.
Tweek would rather keep your relationship private. Heâs not embarrassed of you, but hates being the big talk of town. Especially because his parents would make it a big deal.
Once youâve been dating for a while, I feel like heâd be the type to soft launch you. Heâd post a photo on his instagram with two coffee cups, or maybe just a photo of you two holding hands. Something subtle, and with a heart as the caption.
If you guys ever decide to come out, heâll have you tagged in his bio. You asked if he was cool doing it and he was just excited to do cool couple stuff with you!
Using those lame coffee pick up lines causes him to roll his eyes but the flush in his ears give him away.
âI like you a latte!â âGah! That was so lame.âÂ
He probably memorizes your order after a bit. If he knows you'll coming to the cafe, he'll have your drink prepared.
When he goes to write your name on the cup, definitely doodles little hearts around it. He got embarrassed the first time you pointed it out, but keeps doing it.
Brings you up so much in conversation, not even really meaning to. He just loves you a lot; youâre on his mind frequently.Â
His favorite things are sleepovers. It takes a bit of convincing to get your parents on board but he sleeps so much better when heâs with you.
Can be a big spoon or little spoon depending on the day and how the both of you are feeling. However, he prefers to lay facing you. When he canât sleep he enjoys memorizing the freckles and moles on your face.
Whenever you stay over, he loves making you breakfast. He finds a lot of comfort in cooking/baking and enjoys sharing his creations with you! Heâs actually really good at it, from years of practice.
His love languages are probably words of affirmation and quality time. He gets in his head a lot so he needs you to be able to ground him. He loves going out on little dates or just hanging in the cafe or one of your guysâ bedrooms!
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TTI READER!!!! Who's ur favorite characters so far ^_^
HII so far I think scruffy is my #1 they're so cool and I love their friendship with Julia sm <33 for my other faves I think patrick, bonnie, caesar, julia, and sha mod. patrick is so fucking lame I love him. bonsar SWEEP. I'm so excited to see where Julia's character is gonna go!! sha mod and mclovin friendship I miss him :(( overall I'm really loving tti so far I can't wait to finish it!!
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fave yuri? I need recs bestie đ
OKAY THIS IS DIFFICULT CAUSE IVE READ SO MANY CAUSE I HAVE VERY VAST TATSE My favorite yuri- like the one I aways go back to- is "Still Sick" Synopsis: Makoto Shimizu is just an ordinary office worker, blending in seamlessly with her colleagues on the job... That is, until her coworker Akane Maekawa discovers her well-hidden secret: in her spare time, she draws and sells girls' love comics!
Akane is the last person Makoto would think of as a nerd, but as the two grow closer, it starts to seem like Akane may have a secret of her own...   BUT THIS ONE GURAAGHHHHH THEY ARE THE IDEAL I LOVE THEM SO MUCH!1!1!1!1!!1! <333333
BUT THE YURI IM LOOKING THE FORWARD TO BUYING THE NEXT VOLUME OF IS SHWD Synopsis: Special Hazardous Waste Disposal (or SHWD) has a mission to destroy mysterious biological weapons left behind after the last war. Though SHWD mostly hires men, their newest recruit, Koga, a buff female operative, is assigned to Sawada, the only other woman in the Tokyo branch. Before long, Koga finds herself falling for Sawada, whose powerful psyche compliments Kogaâs big muscles. Together, the unlikely duo must confront monsters beyond their wildest nightmares. Office romance meets buddy cops meets yuri horror! I. Love. Buff. Women. AND LIKE- IDK SOMETHING ABOUT THEM STILL EMBRACING THEIR FEMININITY DESPITE BEING MEGA STRONG AND BUFF IS JUST- MMMGGUGHHSUEIGHAERUILGHLAEHGIEHRILGHERA- kissing all of them i love them aWUAGH <333333
but the yuri im currently enjoying chapter to chapter most rn is 2DK, G-pen, Alarm clock. Synopsis: A mangaka and her salarywoman roommate come to realize that their feelings of friendship might actually be something quite different. (OKAY THAT SYNOPSIS WAS KINDA LAME- I really like the mutual support for each other's careers and dreams also all the characters are so MWAH MWAH <3 and my fav character is actually one of the side ones ;3c)
OKAY AND ONE LAST YURI MY LIKE- JUST LIKE ME FR GUILTY PLEASURE YURI IS AMAESASETE HINAMORI-SAN!
Synopsis: Suou Yaya is admired by the whole school. Perfect grades, beautiful, an exemplary girl overall worthy of the praise she receives. From afar, her childish underclassman Hinamori Ichigo yearns to be like her...
...That is, until she finds her beloved Suou-senpai is a LOT more childish than her, and wants to be spoiled rotten, lest she'll throw a tantrum.
Why is it my guilty pleasure? I too,,,want to be spoiled,,, despite being relatively successful socially and academically,,, I relate to Suou-senpai sm auauaugsfyserukregyresg,,,rgfhreaugege,ga,reg,rea,gae,h,earh,r,,,reahra,eher
ANYWAYS THESE ARE GENERAL (and personal) RECCS IF YOU HAVE MORE SPECIFIC TASTE IM HAPPY TO GIVE YOU ONE FOR CERTAIN GENRES OR maybe TROPES
THANK YOU FOR THE ASK MWAH MWAH <33333
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Romantic love is cool and all but I want people to start popularising writing poems about how fucking cool your friends are !!!! Friendships are no less important than romantic relationships !! I love my friends so fucking much and Iâm so tired of people treating friendships as a stage below romantic relationships . No what !! My friends will never be second to my romantic relationship and Iâm sick of âjust a friendshipâ Theres not âjustâ about it . Itâs important and should be treating just as seriously as a romantic relationship.
ON THE FLIP SIDE !! Friendships can be just as toxic as romantic relationships, and toxic friendships are definitely just as harmful as toxic romantic relationship . And both me and my friends have been in some really shitty friendships that damaged us mentally just as much as a toxic romantic one would hurt !!!
Friendships are important, they can be beautiful but platonic relationships also have the potential to be harmful ! Please start treating this with more importance !
Shit like âit was just a friendâ YEAH ? THATS THE POINT . FRIEND ? DUH ? DICKHEAD .
#kinda a vent#if you push it#but more importantly#something you should all hear#friendships are valuable thatâs my point thatâs mostly it#hey rach#you wonât gimme ur @ but Iâm sure you can see this /lh#if ur my friend I adore you sm man#hey mutuals#I love you guys mwah#I imagine people on the aro spec know what Iâm on about#I am not aro but I do think romantic relationships are over represented#platonic relationship are fucking great you guys are just lame#not sure how coherent this is#friends innit
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iâm bored, high, and want my man eren rn so imagine with me rq girlies
cw include/// black coded reader, drug usage, oral f & m receiving, unprotected sex, creampie, big dick renny/// wc: 1.8k
OKAY SO!!! imagine being childhood best friends w eren and not to be clichĂ© but heâs totally in love with you. he just loves you sm omg the way youâre so pretty and confident it makes his heart swell. the older he got the more this crush turned into a deep desire. he didnât want to compromise the friendship of course so he kept these feelings to himself but it never got any easier especially since youâve recently been more open about your sex life that is seriously lacking.
âso not only was the head wack, he was a one pump chump! fell asleep right after i didnât even get to cum,â you sighed taking a long hit of the blunt you and eren were sharing. eren kissed his teeth shaking his head, âion know why you fuck around with these lames y/n i keep telling you none of them are good enough for you.â if only you knew that eren could make you cum as many times as you asked and had stamina that could go on for hours on end </3 âof course youâre gonna think they arenât good enough youâre my best friend and thatâs youâre job,â you giggled passing him the blunt.
the effects of the drug were starting to kick in and you knew that because you suddenly couldnât control any words that slipped from your mouth. âi justâi donât understand how hard it could possibly be to eat pussy like even i could do that shit,â you dramatically sighed dropping your head on erenâs shoulder. âyou just need to find someone who eats pussy for their own pleasure,â it was silent for a moment before he continued speaking, âsomeone like me.â you quickly lifted your head raising your eyebrows at the man in front of you, âyou get down like that ren?â eren gave you a small smirk, â fuck yeah i love eating pussy. hearing how good i make someone feel makes me feel good you know?â
you hadnât even realized how much his words were getting to you until you felt yourself squeeze your thighs together and it certainly didnât go unnoticed by eren. âwhy are you looking at me like that?â you mumbled staring down at erenâs fully tatted arm. you thought he was ridiculous for getting a sleeve but now it lookedâŠ.kindaâŠ.hot??? âwhat? iâm not allowed you look at you now?â he chuckled bringing his hand to your face to squeeze your cheeks together. you swatted his hand away feeling your cheeks get hot, âyou can look at meâŠjust not like that.â erenâs smirk widened, âlike what?â
the room suddenly began to feel very very hot and you didnât know if it was the drug in your system or erenâs hard stareâshit maybe it was both (definitely both). âlikeâlike that! i donât know youâre just making me feel weird,â eren was supposed to be like a brother to you but you definitely couldnât deny how handsome heâd gotten since you graduated high school. heâd grown his hair out instead of keeping it short and had a slight growth spurt going from 5â11 to 6â3 in the blink of an eye. heâd taken up smoking weed, got tatted up, and now heâs apparently getting more play than you ever have.
âwell maybe i donât wanna stop looking at you like that? ever think of that?â you didnât know what came over you but next thing you knew your lips were crashing into erenâs. when you pulled away eren had a look on his face that you couldnât quite decipher. he licked his lips, the taste of your cherry gloss making his mouth water. after a long silence you began to feel anxious negative thoughts beginning to cloud your brain. âyou know itâs funny after all this time i thought i would be the one to kiss you first,â he chuckled putting out the blunt. âtold you the way your were looking at me was making me feel funny and why do you think youâd be the first one? you like me or something,â you let out a small, barely audible laugh now tracing your finger delicately over the tattoos on his arm.
suddenly you were pulled onto erenâs lap, your chest pressed against his. âi do like you a lot actually but we can talk about that later yeah? just kiss me again,â he most certainly didnât have to tell you twice as soon as the words âkiss me againâ left his mouth your lips were on his again. âgo slow we got all the time in the world baby,â he mumbled against your lips taking your bottom lip in his mouth to suck on it. after what felt like an eternity of kissing and a whole lotta groping on erenâs part he pulled away, cheeks flushed and breathless. eren brought his hand up to your face, his thumb tracing over your bottom lip, âyou have really soft lipsâbet theyâd feel good on my dick.â he shoved his thumb into your mouth pressing down on your tongue lightly,â you know what itâs like hearing about all those guys not satisfying you when i couldâve been doing the shit myself,â he tsked bringing his free hand to your ass to give it a squeeze. you wrapped your hand around his wrist pulling his thumb from your mouth, âthenâŠdo it letâs see if youâre all talk or actually âbout it.â
and to no oneâs surprise eren was indeed a master with his tongue. he was practically making out with your pussy at this point, his cheeks flushed bright pink and the entire lower of his face glistening from your wetness. âso fuckinâ good,â he moaned into your pussy, pushing your body as close to his face as possible until he had little to no room to breathe. you were cursing yourself out in your mind so utterly pissed off that you went all this time without knowing that eren had an interest in you and that you couldâve been getting the best head youâve gotten in years. he wasnât afraid to be sloppy which you happened to like a lot and he could tell by the your moans became more high pitched whenever he would wrap his plump lips around your clit and slightly shake his head.
âe-eren?â you whispered, propping yourself on your elbows to get a clearer view of him. eren lifted his eyes to your face but never stopped the quick kitten licks he was giving your clit. âi think iâm ready to take you, it canât hurt too bad right?â you breathlessly giggled becoming more antsy by the second to get a peek of what eren was hiding in those grey sweatpants. eren stood to his full height a teasing smirk gracing his lips, âpull em off,â he chuckled referring to the sweatpants that were hanging dangerously low on his waist. with trembling hands you hooked your fingers around the waistband and slowly pulled them down. you couldnât hold back the tiny gasp that left your lips once you saw erenâa dick. here it was at a whopping eight and a half inches and it was scarily thick.
âeren this should be classified as a weapon,â you couldnât help but giggle at your own joke making eren roll his eyes. âshut the hell up, now open your mouth i need to get it wet,â he grunted tapping the tip against your cheek. you parted your lips slightly and without warning eren shoved two fingers down your throat causing you to gag. once you had enough saliva built up eren removed his fingers smearing the excess spit on his dick. âiâll go slowâŠfor now,â eren chuckled pushing his tip between your lips already giving you a mouthful. eren had a shit eating grin on his face seeing you already begin to gag when he wasnât even halfway in and now you were determined to show him you could handle it. you relaxed your jaw before taking more of him in your mouth using every method you heard of to try and control your gags. eren pulled the collar of his shirt between his teeth to get a better view and by god it did not disappoint. your eyes were brimmed with tears and your lip gloss was beginning to smear but he still thought you looked gorgeous.
eren wasnât showing it but he was giddy as hell on the inside. heâd spent countless nights in his room fucking his fist to different scenarios of you and this was the one he thought of the most. him towering above you while you struggled to take every inch of his dick in your tight little throat. but he had to cut it short because he 1. embarrassingly enough was already close to cumming and 2. baby boy just wanted to be inside you. eren pulled you away by your hair making a mental note that he will have to pain your face with his cum in the near future. âi think itâs wet enough, lay back and spread your legs,â you did as you were told and laid on your back spreading your legs as wide as you could.
eren stepped between your legs and tapped the head of his dick against your clit a few times before slowly pushing the tip in. he brought his hand to your clit rubbing quick little circles, âshit did youâdid you just cum?â eren groaned at the sight of your wetness tricking down his dick. ây-yeah sorry i didnât know how close i was,â you whimpered bringing your hands up to cover your face. eren removed your hands from your face giving you a sweet smile, ânah nah itâs okay just boosts my ego even more,â he chuckled pushing himself in until he was at the hilt.
eren told himself heâd take it easy on you but as soon as he felt how warm and wet you were around every inch of him all that went out the window. he pushed your knees to your chest and began a brutal, rough pace using one of his hands to wrap around your throat. âstick your tongue out,â he grunted squeezing your neck just a tad. you complied sticking your tongue out, the second you did eren spit on your tongue letting it trickle down your throat before sucking your tongue into his mouth. ârennn,â you moaned pathetically against his lips, feeling yourself already about to cum again. âyou better hold that shit âwanna cum together,â he groaned, shushing your whines with another kiss.
between you squeezing erenâs dick impossibly tight and the loud squelching of your pussy it didnât take long for eren to reach his peak, thrusting roughly into you one last time before spilling himself into you. with erenâs pelvis rubbing deliciously against your clit you were right behind him soaking his thighs and the sheets below you in your cum. âiâll buy you a plan b,â eren sighed dreamily nuzzling his face in your neck. âokayâŠ.you know weâll have to talk about this when weâre sober and more awake,â you mumbled scratching lightly at erenâs scalp. âof course, just wanna lay with you for a little bit goodnight y/n,â eren whispered pressing a gentle kiss to your shoulder.
âgoodnight eren <3â
#this turned out way longer than i expected#but hey#i am not complaining#eren <3#eren smut#eren yeager smut#eren jaeger smut#attack on titan smut#aot imagines#aot smut#eren yeager#snk eren#snk smut#my writing
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oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god
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âThis canât be real,â he groans in disbelief, dragging a hand down his face, his heavy head dropping forward with it. DENIAL IS A RIVER IN EGYPT!~!!!!!
Simply because he just wanted to. And if he was being honest with himself, this hadnât exactly been the first time heâs wanted to either. when i tell you i .... friends to lovers me when this is so.. everything i need im blushing kicking my feet giggling
Whether it was pinching the back of your sweater when the elevator rattled, holding onto some part of you to make sure you didnât linger far, or coaxing you to sleep by gliding a hand along your spine. jake's love language is physical touch yup yup yup yup
All thanks to a girl in a skirt so short it could pass as a beltâand Jake pitifully notched onto that tiny belt of hers. okay me feeling insane aside this is actually really skillful writing tilly you're outdoing yourself this is written so....!!!!
For research purposes, obviously. no bc the way the girls and gays are terrifying with their social media skills its incredible this is such a cute lil realistic touch
The ends of his hoodie drawstrings start to dangle over the top of your head when you unconsciously lean back into him. Jake hums contently, steadying his feet so you could comfortably lay your weight onto his chest. The disappointment from before lifts, slightly. rocking back and forth screaming and crying throwing up kicking my feet im unwell tilly this is everything i need and want youre so... i love this
âYou left some of your lipgloss on here,â he lamely shares, while eating off the sticky residue. It should gross him out, but itâs just you, so really, he couldnât care less...Jake hands end up on the front of your pants, againâfor probably the third time this week. tilly im unwell.
Why the fuck does she need me to pick out a nail color every two weeks? And get mad at me when I say blue? this made me laugh sm because blue is a bad answer and my explanation for why is so annoying
âYou donât eat too much. Donât even try that with me,â he sternly cements, disapproving of your excuse. âThis shit is justânot your size.âÂ
ïżœïżœOkay? The hell you want me to say to that.â Bradley grumbles, eyes still trained on his monitor....If he had to cuddle with Jake in his sleep to get a ticket out of this, then so be it. Bradley gets it he rly gets it
Maybe if he aimed it correctly, he could chuck his wireless mouse at Jakeâs thick forehead without it landing on you. no bc what it is about poor Bradley always watching jake be thick-headed from the sidelines just let my mans play fortnite
âShe made me feel good. I donât fucking know dude. I just liked her more than I liked anyone else.â BOOOOOOOOđđœđđœđđœđđœđđœđđœ
Redirecting his attention to the top of your head, he hugs you back with one arm. âCâmon sick puppy, take a look.â okay i'll admit i literally laughed aloud at reader throwing up from the gummies + a lot tolerance bc real but this is very sweet
A shiver runs down his spine when he comes to notice how you fit in his handsâbut he pushes the new sensation aside. this is so evil but so good.
Youâre not sure when it had even started, but for as long as you could remember, whenever either of you voiced something worthy of importance your counterpart naturally echoed it back. I was a dick. You were a dick. Jake, not right now. Okay, not right now. You never needed that. I never needed it. It was something your friendship naturally adopted. i'm so. what a detail that rly brings to life the characters in such a sweet and heartfelt way? im so sad i love this so much :(
tilly. tilly my love this is so so so fucking good. you're such a talented writer and i love this so entirely and wholly you truly are a gem. i cant wait for the next part MUAHHHH
Fake it
Chapter Four: Waste My Time
synopsis: a pair of best friends, one apartment, and one fake dating ploy to get jakeâs ex girlfriend back, will end well right? wrong.
pairing: jake seresin x female reader.
warnings: no use of y/n, mentions of drugs, talks of binge eating, one instance of masturbation, mentions of vomit, jake and reader are both 20. this blog is 18+.
word count: 7.7k
college au, fake dating trope, roomate trope
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If Jake had known prior to his showerâwhere he planned to attend to his morning problemâthat his best friend would be on the forefront of his mind, he would've truly chopped his dick off with the kitchen knife you stowed in the bathroom cabinet.Â
You had been convinced it would come in handy, in case an intruder conveniently found either of you mid-shower. And maybe it was a good idea to leave it there after all, because he might actually make use of it.Â
Raking a hand through his wet hair, Jake tosses his head back, allowing the cold water to run down his face. But it doesnât do much to get his mind off the issue at hand. There is no way heâs about to rub one outânot when your face is currently being screened behind his closed lids.Â
âThis canât be real,â he groans in disbelief, dragging a hand down his face, his heavy head dropping forward with it.Â
Warily, Jake opens his eyes to the water running down his toned stomach, practically guiding him to look at the veins lining his thighs, and the untimely hard on heâs sporting between them. And though, he's staring straight down at a very clear problem, he feels the weight of his other predicament wash down on him instead.
His ex-girlfriend was far gone by the time he reached you last nightâyet Jake still went ahead and kissed you, for longer than he anticipated too. Simply because he just wanted to. And if he was being honest with himself, this hadnât exactly been the first time heâs wanted to either.
But in his defense, it had been years since he sensed that bleary feeling in his chest, the one that gave him the uncontrollable urge to just lean in and kiss youâand who wouldâve known it would spawn again?
Actually, Jake shouldâve known.Â
Like clockwork, that urge flares up when his mind is mostly clutteredâwhen every part of him is riddled by heartbreak. And Jake knew youâd always be there whenever he was on the chopping block, and itâd be wrong if he went looking for affection from you everytime he was. Because that's weird. You were his best friendânot some fling he could swap spit with each time got out of a failed relationship.Â
So instead, he learned to wean himself off the compulsion by simply touching you.
Whether it was pinching the back of your sweater when the elevator rattled, holding onto some part of you to make sure you didnât linger far, or coaxing you to sleep by gliding a hand along your spine.Â
Jake just needed to feel you.Â
Strangely, it was enough to tame that bizarre feeling that struck him once in a while. But despite his best efforts, he didnât stick to his usual methods last night. Kendall's disparaging remarks mustâve really got to him. And there you were when it finally spilled over, standing there like your sixteen year old self did once before, waiting for him.Â
Making the choice to just let it go, Jake assures himself that he was just confused, again. All thanks to a girl in a skirt so short it could pass as a beltâand Jake pitifully notched onto that tiny belt of hers.Â
With that matter put to rest, he swallows thicklyâreturning back to his original point of concern. His frustration seems to have gone straight to his dick today. By no means, was waking up hard, unusual for him, but itâs particularly more difficult to ignore this morning.Â
Now, heâs left staring down at his, not exactly little, problem. But the longer Jake staresâthe more the self-restraining thoughts trickle out his ears, joining the stream of water running down his body, and mazing through the patterns of the rubber bath mat underneath him.Â
âFuck it,â he whispers to himself, roughly spitting into his palm.Â
This is so wrongâbut this is soâthe only time heâs doing this. The blond had only joked about wringing one out while you were still home, but now heâs seriously following through.Â
âAh shit,â he hisses, rubbing the wad of saliva over his tip, brows pinched in concentration.Â
Bringing a rough palm down his aching length, Jakeâs breathing labors as he starts to work himself in already desperate strokes. Maybe itâs because your strawberry body wash is sitting on the edge of the bathtub. The muscles rippled on his wet back contract from the movement. Maybe itâs because your pink toothbrush is sitting next to his by the sink.Â
Gritting his teeth, Jake puts more focus on getting this over with, coiling his calloused hand even tighter around himself. Maybe itâs because his ex is making it hard for him to understand anything.Â
With the repetitive graze over a sensitive vein, Jakeâs eyes snap shut, breath hitching in his throatâconcentrating on that sensation. Maybe Jake likes kissing you more than he thought he would.Â
The sound of low grunts and heavy panting permeates the bathroom, overpowering the echoing of water droplets panging against the shower floor and trickling down the drain. And just as heâs nearing his edge, overworking his forearm in quick motionsâthereâs an urgent knock at the door, followed by your muffled voice. âJake? I really need to pee. I canât hold it inâŠAnd youâve been there for so long.âÂ
The end of your plea comes off as a whine, forcing him to immediately rip his hand off.Â
Jakeâs eyes flutter open to blink hastily, lungs burning as they expand, forcing himself to overcome his haze as quickly as possible. God, he hopes you didn't hear a single second of that.Â
âShit, um. Sorry, Princess,â he rasps, clearing his throat immediately after.
âDoors unlocked, you can come in,â he establishes, hitting his flushed chest with a fisted hand to clear his throat again. It takes him a second, but he finally pulls himself together.Â
With a soft click of the doorknob, Jake assumes youâve scuffled inside. A faint clattering by the toilet can be heard before you desperately yell out, âCover your ears!â
â...Hurry! IâmâI might piss on myself,â you squeak, curling your toes against the tiles.
The warning directed towards the shower curtain is useless, because Jake's already cupping both hands over his burning ears. âTheyâre covered,â He spurts out a short laugh, turning his head, shouting the confirmation back at you.Â
The automatic response had been programmed into him from the countless times your bladder coincided with his showersâmostly during the trips your families took together.
Maintaining the nostalgic positioning of his hands, Jake recalls the one time you slipped off the porcelain toilet at his beach house and refused to let him jump out the shower to check on you. At one point during that incident, you had thrown a roll of toilet paper at his pruney fingers when you spotted them curling around the shower screen to pull it back.Â
Jakeâs ear nearly fell off at the reprimanding he received from his mother, following thatâwhen he decided to joke about massaging your sore butt during dinner.
With uncanny timing, Jakeâs hands fall from the side of his head as your bold thumbs-up breaches past the shower curtain, coming into view in front of him, signaling that youâre done.Â
He prods the inside of his cheek with his tongue, staring at your tiny hand thatâs lined directly in front of his lower region.Â
âHey now. You sure you wanna be stickinâ a hand in here baby?â He taunts, with a teasing head tiltâeven when youâre unable to see him.Â
Baby. Your hand. In the shower. Where heâs naked.Â
At that, you immediately withdraw the arm you stuck in there. Then, your small voice bleeds past the small crack of the curtain. â..I donât want to know what you meant by that.âÂ
âStep inside if you do, though,â he shamelessly offers, stretching his jaw to control his amusement, but the playful lilt in his voice gives it away.
âI..I am not doing that!âÂ
Before Jake can add on to your fluster, youâre trotting off.
With your faded footsteps nearing the door, you make your exit back to your bedroom with a huff and a whispered complaint under your breath. Jake laughs at that, tipping his head back into the water as more memories come flooding in.Â
You really havenât changed from the time you clumsily tumbled off the rim of his toilet seat.
Considering the fact that the only people you ever spoke to on campus were either frat affiliates, or freshmen who occasionally needed directionsâyou never really caught the chance to make friends with other girls at school. It wasnât intentional, of course. You had just grown so attached to Jake, that you found it difficult to harbor that kind of friendship with anyone else.Â
However, that disconnect from girls your age didnât mean you were that different from them. You had an idea of what any other girl would do if they were in your situation. It would only make sense that theyâd do a healthy amount of snooping on Kendallâs social mediaâand all her friendsââand perhaps her parentsâ too. For research purposes, obviously.Â
But, maybe that was not the best way to start off your day.
After an alarming amount of online stalking, youâre quickly swept up by a sudden frenzy. Because how was it physically possible for someone to shine through their pictures? She quite literally radiated in every single post you zoomed in and out of. And the flood of comments you scrolled through made sure to remind her too.Â
There was no point in denying that she won the genetic lottery either. And apparently you werenât one of the lucky winners. Because, if you were, then maybe clothes wouldnât sit on you like it was your enemyâeither strangling or suffocating you. There was sadly no inbetween, really. But, it looked like she got along swimmingly with her clothes.
Was building an alliance with your own outfits, something you had to work on now?
At that revelation, you clumsily dart towards your closet, nearly tripping over the blanket still clung to your legs. And it mustâve taken a whole twenty minutes of you combing through overworn shorts and a thick stack of failed crochet hats, to successfully track down an old denim skirt you bought over a year ago.Â
Batting off unvoiced doubts, you squeeze your legs into the stiff material and hastily throw on the oversized sweater Jake bought youâpraying it would hide the fact that the skirt was two sizes too small. The light layer of makeup you quickly apply next isnât your best attempt, but itâs enough to make you look alive.Â
You realize that it seemed a touch ridiculous to be suddenly concerned about how you looked, but given that you were playing as Jakeâs new girlfriendâthe stress was very much warranted. His exâs instagram was a testament that if she were to sport a potato sack, sheâd still outshine you by milesâmany miles actually, probably enough miles to wrap around the entire earth twice. Itâs only natural that you would make an effort to appear somewhat decent in comparison.Â
Mentally running through your plans for today, you unintentionally wander into the kitchen and start an attack on a tub of icecreamâwithout even realizing it. Itâs only when youâre half way through the containerâthat Jake finally steps into the kitchen, hair slightly damp from his lack of towel drying, a pair of gray sweats sitting loose around his waist, and another variant of his black hoodies clung on his upper half.Â
âOh, there you are.â He cranes his neck to see what youâre so focused on.
Jake feels a slight sense of disappointment creep in when you donât give him a single sign of acknowledgment. Even with the lame attempt to louden his footsteps, youâre still quietly standing by the counter, back turned to him.Â
Coming to a halt behind you, he briefly gives the back of your head an unimpressed look, before casually resting a palm onto the table top in front of you.Â
The ends of his hoodie drawstrings start to dangle over the top of your head when you unconsciously lean back into him. Jake hums contently, steadying his feet so you could comfortably lay your weight onto his chest. The disappointment from before lifts, slightly.
âThought you were gonna join me in there. You couldaâ scrubbed my back or something,â he playfully laments. All you do is wriggle against him, silently making yourself comfortable.Â
Out of nowhere, Jake feels the steady pace of his heartbeat begin to pick up, though, heâs not sure if itâs from the horrifying remembrance of being interrupted a little bit ago, or because it feels kind of nice to have you on him like this.
Again, with no answer from you, he looks down past his nose, eyes landing directly onto the silver spoon thatâs sticking out your mouth. Jake only squints when heâs met with his own wacky reflection at the end of the utensil.Â
âOkay then,â he says to himself, tracing his gaze down the shiny metal. Reaching the end of the spoon, he catches the blank stare youâre giving that tub of ice cream under those curled lashes of yours. Jake bites the inside of his cheek at the observation.Â
Heâs not even sure what to make of your sudden change in behavior. Not long ago, you were cutely pawing at the bathroom door, and now youâre all dolled up underneath him, raw dogging a container of ice cream.Â
Gently, he pinches the end of the cold handle between two fingers, slowly pulling it from your lips. All you can do is blink dumbly at the large hand that breaks your vision, letting him take it from you. Your eyes scrunch when the sunlight trickling through the kitchen bounces off the bowl of the spoon, momentarily blinding you.Â
âYou gonna let me have a taste?â He genuinely asks, dipping his head down to whisper the question in your ear. He does it softly enough so it doesnât startle you.Â
You blink a few more times before rushing to nod your head.Â
Permission granted, Jake dunks it back into the tub to get himself a generous scoop, pressing the spoonful of vanilla flat against his tongue, licking it clean above you. âYou left some of your lipgloss on here,â he lamely shares, while eating off the sticky residue. It should gross him out, but itâs just you, so really, he couldnât care less.
Setting the empty spoon down against the counter with a soft clatter, Jake hands end up on the front of your pants, againâfor probably the third time this week. The soothing action is happening more frequently than it ever should, but you havenât chewed him out on itâyet. And itâs not his fault he needs to wean himself off.Â
âWhatâs with the makeup? Thought you were just hittinâ up the grocery store today.â
All you do is give him a small shrug, he takes it as an answer for now.Â
There were times when Jake stumbled on his older sisters prancing around the house at random hours of the night, faces full of makeup. Out of curiosity, heâd asked them why they decided to start their enrollment in clown schoolâand heâd get the same responseâan eye roll and annoyed exclamation of Girls just like doing their makeup randomly Jacob! You donât get it!Â
For someone who was considered âa green flagâ on paper for having two sisters, Jake didnât reap the benefits at all. Unfortunately, he was largely unaware of the things a guy should know if he grew up around girls.Â
Discreetly pulling you in closer, he inhales through his nose. The taut muscles on his back relax once the scent of your strawberry body wash reaches him. âWhy do you randomly do your makeup?â Â
You stare at the shine of the melting desert in front of you, mildly confused by his abrupt question.Â
Sure, Jake had pestered you with random questions about girls, given that you were one. But they always followed the lines ofâDoes this text mean sheâs mad at me? or Why the fuck does she need me to pick out a nail color every two weeks? And get mad at me when I say blue? Never has he asked dumb questions in regards to youâbut itâs not like he needed to anyway.
âOh, um. I donât know,â you bite your glossy lip, contemplatively. It takes you several seconds to come up with a better explanation than Oh, um. I don't know. Because thatâs stupid, you sound stupid.Â
âIt justâŠfeels good to do it, likeâa confidence booster of sorts,â you finally surmise, partially honest with him.Â
âFeels good, huh.â Jake repeats, trailing off as he absently runs his thumb around the rim of your metal button.Â
While you werenât aware of his large hands flirting with the entryway of your skirt before, youâre pretty much noticing it now.Â
No matter how much you try to downplay the habit, it undeniably made you slightly nervousâokay, it actually made you very nervous. Because what if he accidentally pulled down your zipperâor worseâwhat if he saw the stupid day of the week underwear that you still wear.Â
Youâre not sure if you could ever live that down if he does.Â
âIâum. Yeah, feels good,â you incoherently mumble, hands pathetically slick in sweat at your sides.Â
He hardly gets a chance to register the mental turmoil going on under him as his brows suddenly furrow. The subtle engravings on the button of your shorts feel different, unfamiliar even.
WIth that, he stills. And without so much of a warning, Jake drags one hand around to the small of your back, pressing his palm flat against the bunched up fabric of your sweater, dragging it upward to check what shorts you decided to wear. You stagger forward, forced to crash your sweaty hands down onto the counter as he pushes you off him.Â
This whole time, you were wearing a skirt.
And itâs not like Jake Seresin was opposed to the idea of girls wearing something too tight for comfort, but the dark washed band is curling into your flesh. Jake was opposed to that.
You gulp, the skin of your cheeks growing hot. Jake practically has you bent over, butt pointing up into the air. Warily, you attempt to continue the conversation as if he wasnât checking out your skirt, in the worst way possible. âYou couldâve, um, I dunno, just asked me what Iâm weariââ
âThis shit is digging into you, Princess,â he cuts you off firmly, flipping you around with that hand.Â
Jake silently watches you, waiting for an explanation once he has you facing him. Itâs quiet as you dodge his eyes. Of course, he thinks it looks weird on you.Â
Eventually, you choose to look down at his front hoodie pocket like a scolded child. âI justâŠhad too much to eat. Dairy makes me bloated,â you meekly supply, worming your hands into the empty pouch. Nervously, you begin to pick at the tiny tufts of cotton glued to the inner lining of his pocket.Â
Ignoring the new feeling stirring in his stomach, Jake intently dips his middle and pointer finger into the front of your skirt, trying to get an estimate on how tight it was. Theyâre already losing circulation between the pudge of your tummy and the band.Â
âWhat?â Jake scoffs incredulously, eyes rolling up and down your figure.
âYou donât eat too much. Donât even try that with me,â he sternly cements, disapproving of your excuse. âThis shit is justânot your size.âÂ
Using the two fingers hooked into your skirt, he tugs you forward in demonstration, causing you to let out a startled yelp. Seeing how the movement easily sends you launching forward, Jake sighs and retracts that hand from your waistband, holding you still by the hip instead.Â
Moving to grab your face with his other hand, he forces you to look up at himâand your stomach bubbles, maybe because of the ice-cream.Â
âIâm not gonna tell you what and what not to wear outside, âcause my mom would fucking kill me,â he clarifies. âBut, really?â Jakeâs voice drops to a softer tone, considering that you look somewhat embarrassed, and not in the way he liked.Â
You nod once in his hand, âI like it,â you manage to argue, cheeks squished by his fingers. If you like it, Jake canât seem to hate it. But what Jake hatesâis that he knows youâre about to head out, by yourself.Â
âOkay.â His eyes flick down to your new choice of apparel. âLet me come with you today, Fuck Bradley,â he proposes, dismissing his upcoming plans with the brunette this afternoon.Â
If you wanted to play dress up around him, thatâs fine, but if you were going to walk around the supermarket aisles, without him trailing behind you, looking like this? He would rather go through his frat hazing twice over just so he could tag along. Your parents would kill him if he didnât make up some excuse to watch over you.Â
Somewhat bothered by your bare thighs brushing against his knees, Jake drops both hands down to pull at the sides of your skirt, but the stubborn fabric doesnât budge. Again, he yanks it to no avail. Jake blows air through his nose, because he just needs your upper thigh to be covered at least. Thatâs what your mom would want, for him to look after you and all.Â
âJake,â you warn, bringing his attention back to your face. âWe never end up buying what we need âcause you play around too much,â you put forth, glaring at him.
Jake gives your skirt one final jerk before giving up, weaving his fingers into the belt loops instead. However, under the weight of his hands, the band glides from your waist down to your hips. It covers more of your legs now.Â
âIâll behave,â he confirms, looking down at you. The specks of seriousness in his eyes says he will. But his inability to leave you alone for more than five minutes says, he wonât.Â
âYou never behave,â you tiredly argue, cracking your knuckles in his front pocket, accidentally pulling him closer by doing so.Â
Jake cocks his head. âSo? Thatâs what makes us work. You do all the important crap,â he points out, forgoing his seriousness from a second ago. âWhile I keep things fun. Donât start pretending you donât like it.âÂ
You look off to the side with a sigh.Â
âI actually donât like it,â you start, matter of factly. âAnd youâre not coming,â you finally conclude, brushing off the sudden memory of him keeping things fun last night.Â
Rationally, you should be relieved that he remembers kissing you, it was clear in the way he wouldnât stop teasing you about it during the entirety of the walk home. But all it does is fill you with unease.Â
âMy girlâs playinâ hard to get. Thatâs fine, I can handle you,â he continues, a lazy smirk playing on his lips. Yeah, heâs definitely not getting the permission to accompany you if heâs being so coy, this early on in the day.Â
Rolling your eyes, you pivot your head to look at him again, only to realize that itâs a mistake to do so. Because you instinctively cowerâwhen was he standing this close to you? And when did he slip his fingers through your skirtâs belt loops?
Jakeâs eyes dart across your features, taking in your nervous falter. âWhat? You like when I call you that?â His grin only stretches wider.Â
You hate that youâre still not used to his new pet names.
âWhat? Noâno, I donât.â You hurriedly defend yourself.Â
You also hate that you canât handle talking about said pet names without sputtering like an idiot.Â
The moment you fill your cheeks with air, Jake takes it as a sign to not test his luck with you. Keeping quiet, he intently watches you let out that breath while you start to digress.
âYou can join me next time, âcause itâs rude if you cancel on Bradley, Iâll justâŠcome over after Iâm done.â Reminded that Bradley kind of smiled at you last night, you assume he wouldnât mind if you invited yourself over. Heâs oddly let you through the door before, anyway.Â
As you finish speaking, you gently nudge at Jake using the hands you still have resting in his pocket. The thick fabric, combined with his body heat, has been keeping your fingers so warmâthat you almost forget the way the cold tub of vanilla felt between your hands from before.
Weirdly, Jake doesnât say anything.Â
Instead, thereâs something unfamiliar that flits in his eyes, the dumb grin heâs wearing quickly fades and all he does is stare at you, like heâs unsure about something. Jake Seresin, unsure of himself, in what world?
âPromise me youâll actually be there. Need to hear you say it,â he gently demandsâsuddenly.
Jake trusts you to stick to your word, but thereâs some part of him that needs to know that heâll see you again during the day. And he wasnât going to hang out in Bradleyâs room all afternoon, and have it possibly stretch into the eveningâif youâre not going to show up at some point.Â
You pause, lips parted, searching for any signs of his impending teasing. Because where did that come from? The last time he was this deliberate in what he said, he had asked you to be his girlfriend.Â
You wonder how your sixteen year old self would reactâsheâd probably put on some Coldplay song and grab a nearby pillow to cry into it, if she knew he didnât mean it in the way you wanted him to. And for some reason, you feel a twinge of her hurt flicker through your chest, when you think about it.
Above you, Jake remains still, letting you curiously scan his face. A thick lump forms in your throat when you come to the realization that heâs being serious.Â
You swallow, giving him all your sincerity. âI promise.â
That unfamiliar look flashes in his eyes again when you assure him, and you instantly look down once you notice it. âNow can you, justâlet me leave. We have no milk left and you canât have your cereal dry,â you fumble, caught off guard by his sudden seriousness.Â
Jake clears his throat. âOkay, yeah. I canâŠdo that,â he starts, slowly.Â
Letting his concern for your outfit drop, Jake moves off you so you can go. The weird tension in the air wrapping around you two, simply dilutes with that.Â
Jake feels more confused when he watches you fetch your keys. Heâd only wanted confirmation that you were seeing him later, thinking it would calm his protectiveness over you. But, it didnât do jack shit, really. You didnât get dressed up for no reason, nor did you wear things like that when you did.
The realization that he shouldâve tried to probe more, crosses his mind when he hears you go through the front door. In the midst of his silent brooding, Jake eventually decides not to fault himself for itâbecause when has he ever had to pry an explanation out of you? You always told him everything.Â
But as he comes to that conclusion, Jake fails to notice what you quickly pop in your mouth when you scurry out. Maybe it was because you couldnât stop thinking of your younger selfâbut you reached for that reflective baggie you stole from last nightâs snack table. It should do the trick to soothe that growing ache in your chest.Â
âMotherfuckââ Bradley bites his lip in focus, capping off his insult. âTakinâ off half my health. Get your ass back here,â he harshly narrates under his breath. Leaning closer to his computer screen, he expertly moves his fingers against the lit up keyboard in precision with his mouse.Â
Jake came over a few hours ago, and what started as a conversation between two friendsâturned into Jake leaning back against Bradleyâs headboard while the brunette busied himself with rounds of Fortnite.Â
âIâm telling you, she wore that shit on purpose.â Jake huffs, retelling his encounter with his ex. Truthfully, Bradleyâs baffled that Jake was able to stretch out the topic for this long.Â
Hour five into the rant, you had tiredly strolled in the room after being let in the house by Bob. There was hardly any greeting before you immediately dove for the mattress. In a matter of seconds, you were curled around Jakeâs leg like it was some life line, left cheek squished against his thigh and an arm thrown across his knee.Â
Neither of them said anything about your peculiar arrival, but it wasnât like they caught the chance to, because you had already dozed off.Â
âOkay? The hell you want me to say to that.â Bradley grumbles, eyes still trained on his monitor. For the first time in his life, Bradley finds himself jealous of you. If he had to cuddle with Jake in his sleep to get a ticket out of this, then so be it.Â
Before Jake can say anything, Bradley is rapidly clicking his mouse and jerking it across his mouse pad in zig zags. âNo, no. FuckâShit. Oh fuck you.â
The gruff shout at his computer causes you to stir a bit.Â
âYou died?â Jake stupidly asks, cupping a hand over your ear, muffling the noise.Â
Slowly, Bradley swivels his chair to face him. âNo. My character just got shot in the face.âÂ
âRight.â Jake doesnât care. âAnyway, you shouldâve seen the skirt she was wearing,â he pauses to re-evaluate his next words. âActually, donât even start to imagine it.âÂ
âJust know it was bad,â he says flatly, hoping Bradley gets the point.Â
Entirely unimpressed by his friendâs idiocracy, Bradleyâs eyes dart between the skirt you're wearing and the idiot playing with the shell of your ear. Maybe if he aimed it correctly, he could chuck his wireless mouse at Jakeâs thick forehead without it landing on you.
âSame skirt that your little girlfriend has on right now?â Bradley presses, lazily raising an eyebrow.Â
Jakeâs eyes snaps to your outfit and he roughly grabs a blanket to cover you entirely.Â
âWhat is she, Goldilocks? Passing out on someoneâs bed after going out on her own. Shouldâve gone with her, dumbass,â Bradley insults.Â
Jake gives him an incredulous look.Â
âBro, I fucking tried but you know how girls are.â If anyone should understand, itâs Bradleyâthe guy who had a hoard of sisters himself. He of all people, should know that talking to girls was like trying to communicate with a mob that was already angry at you. You say one thing wrong, and youâre getting chased by pitchforks and torches.Â
âLook at that. Another girlfriend whoâs trynaâ escape you,â Bradley swipes a tongue over his growing smirk, amusing no one but himself.Â
âIâm glad youâre finding this funny. âCause I donât.â
âThanks.â Bradley says offhandedly, in his usual uninterested tone.Â
âThat wasnâtâokay,â Jake bites his tongue, not wanting to spark an argument that might wake you.Â
âWhy are you so hung up on this chick anyway? What do you even like about her?â Bradley suddenly presses, trying to gain knowledge on why his friend is so infatuated.Â
In the years heâs known Jake, yeah, heâs been a serial dater, but he never went back to the same girlâover and over again. And he never employed you to help him do it either. Bradley never got the impression that Jake would do that in the first place.
âI like everything about her,â Jake finally punches in his answer, focusing on the way youâre clinging to his leg.Â
Itâs a simple question, one he should know how to answer. But his attention drops to you when he racks his brain for a valid reasonâas if you were going to wake up and give him the response he was looking for.
âShe made me feel good. I donât fucking know dude. I just liked her more than I liked anyone else.â
Bradley inwardly winces at that. Â
Jake slowly turns his head to his friend whoâs leaning back into his chair, and dismissively shrugs. âEveryone said we were good together and I just thought so too.âÂ
Despite his attention to the conversation, Jake has a far off look in his eyeâhis brain is wandering off somewhere.Â
Bradley shakes his head, in disagreement. Clearly, his strategy of getting Jake to catch you with someone else at the party failed, so maybe he has to switch gears. âDude, just because some fucking randoms said so, doesn't meanââ
â...Gummybear.âÂ
Both of them put the conversation on pause, snapping their necks in your direction. Another minute of quiet passes until you mumble the phrase again, paired with a groan this time.
Jake shifts around, no longer slouching against the headboard. The duo watches closely when you sleepily untangle yourself from him and sit up for yourself.
Scrubbing your eyes, you distribute a guilty look between Bradley and Jake through blurry vision because you feel your mouth slowly being filled with the pre-vomit drool.Â
Youâre one second away from showing them both your lackluster breakfast and cannabis laced gummies you had the bright idea of eating.
Perhaps, it wasnât the best course of action to have oneâor two, but you thought they were supposed to make you feel calmâbecause isnât that why people buy them? How were you supposed to know that having more than one would make you feel so sick?
âI donât, um, feel too good.â Your throat bobs and you slap a hand over your mouth.
Jake lunges forward, shoving away the pillows blocking you from him. He visually pales when bend over against him, aggressively gagging into your palm, unable to swallow back the burning acid rising into your throat and spilling onto your tongue.Â
With you on the brink of vomiting in his lap, Jake keeps his eyes on you as he hurries Bradley to find something for you to dump your guts into.Â
âI said I canât fucking find it!â Bradleyâs already shot out his chair, rapidly throwing dirty laundry over his shoulder once heâs bent over in the spot where his trash bin should be.
From the way he launched himself out of his seat, the gaming chair is flung halfway across the room. And with the sound of your retching and Jakeâs useless instructions, Bradley picks up the pace and hastily reaches into piles of junk in hopes that heâd unearth the tiny bucket. Â
âAim on the damn floor if I donât find this thing,â he grits, sweating as he continues to dig through his pigsty.
And aim at his floor, you did.Â
âI threw up all over his room.â You mumble into Jakeâs hoodie, punishing yourself over the turn of events.Â
Since bringing you home, Jakeâs been actively trying to get your mind off what happened. But all youâve done is guiltily fixate on the fact that you barfed like a sick puppy, leaving a plop of mush right onto a Victoria Secret bra sitting in Bradleyâs room.Â
What if the girl who owned it came looking for itâjust to find a fat stain sunken into the cup? Bradley would probably have to tell her that his idiot friend hurled on it because she didnât know her tolerance was incredulously low. And youâd probably won't stop thinking about it for the rest of your life.
âWho cares? You gave Bradshaw a reason to clean. Now turn around and tell me what you want,â Jake prompts you, looking ahead at the open snack pantry in front of him.
The high clearly kicked in while you were in the snack aisle, because why else would there be five party sized bags of chips staring back at him.Â
Jake narrows his eyes, straining to make out the flavor you bought. The dim lighting makes it nearly impossible to read the big lettering written across the shiny plastic. But then again, he hadnât bothered to turn on the main lights, choosing to depend on the trim of fairy lights lined throughout the apartment. It was safe to assume that you preferred those, so he stuck to that.Â
Rather than complying, you wrap your arms tighter around Jakeâs torso, shaking your head in refusal against his chest. âDonât want anything.âÂ
Redirecting his attention to the top of your head, he hugs you back with one arm. âCâmon sick puppy, take a look.âÂ
The last time you writhed in guilt like this, you had swung Jake over the head with your neon pink hydro-flask at his beach houseâwhen he was the one who purposely scared you. Though, he took it as a win, considering that you cradled his head all night, giving him an excuse to sleep in the same room as you. Back then, it came at a perfect time since his fling that summer recently ended in disaster.Â
âIâll just throw up again if I eat anything,â you quietly whine, replaying the defeated sigh Bradley heaved when he stared at the pathetic beige goo sinking into the lace of the bra.Â
Using the arm he has around you, Jake gives you a squeeze. âNo? Donât even want some gummies?â
When heâs met with silence, Jake lowers his head to kiss the top of yours, but the gesture goes unnoticed by you. For a second, he thinks you managed to fall asleep standing up. âDone talkinâ to me Goldilocks?âÂ
Jakeâs voice pulls you out of your deep analysis of the way Bradley sighed in disappointment. But, with the reminder that you had also shamelessly napped in his bedâbrought on by your desperation to sleep off the high, you fist the back of Jakeâs hoodie in both hands and bite down on your lip to hold back a screech of embarrassment.
âWonât you look at that, the little lady didnât like my joke,â he lightly teases, glad that your useless talent of falling asleep anywhere didnât spur into action.Â
Detecting the spike of heat from your flushed face against his stomach, Jake refrains from making any more jokes and lifts you slightly, positioning the bottom of your feet over the surface of his own.
Once he drops you to stand on his sock-clad feet, Jake begins to carefully advance into the bathroom, unbothered by the pressure of your heels on his toes as he walks.Â
âIf you want nothinâ, weâre hanging out where we did this morning.â
In one swift movement, he both peels you off his front and moves you off his feet. Letting him guide you to sit at the edge of the tub, you attentively look on while he crouches in front of you, face perfectly leveled with yoursâdespite the raised height provided by the bathtub. Did he place you here because you fell off the toilet that one time?Â
âWhy did you randomly take those? Mickey puts a shit-load in there,â he questions, referring to the gummy bears that eventually led you into buying a life time supply of Jakeâs favorite chips, Smoked Barbeque.Â
If it wasnât for the soft yellow string of lights you taped around the bathroom door frame, you wouldâve missed the puzzled look heâs wearing. The light pinch of his brows and the concern tightening his jaw makes you feel guilty for the second time tonight.Â
Instinctively, his hands reach towards your waist, thumbs coming close to meeting at the center as his palms settle on your sides. A shiver runs down his spine when he comes to notice how you fit in his handsâbut he pushes the new sensation aside.Â
âIâve been doing a lot of random things today,â you broadcast, unsure of the rationale behind wearing makeup for a mundane outingâand unsure as to why you were compelled to level with a girl who could clearly look down at you from where she is.Â
âYeah, you have, havenât you?â Jake says softly, watching your eyes flick down towards his hoodie. Itâs an exact replica of the one keeping warm from the night beforeâand the same one he gave you for the sole purpose of announcing that you were his.
âOh. I forgot to give your sweater back to you last night. Iâll wash it andââ
âKeep it, we didnât break up yet,â he cuts you off, the unfamiliar look from this morning passing through his eyes, again. Â
Oblivious to it, you simply nod at him, bringing your parted lips to a slow close.
Then, it goes quiet as you two take the time to recollect your thoughts.
After several minutes you both meet back in a silent agreement that youâre ready to continue the conversation. Jake nods his head at you, encouraging you to speak first.Â
âI ate it because this didnât feel good,â you suddenly confess, lips bunching to the side of your mouth. Knowing what you meant, his attention drops to that skirt he caught you in this morning. An unsettling feeling swirls in his stomach, it looks even tighter on you now.
Jake liked to think he knew how to read you.
Whenever his ears picked up on your nervous laugh, he knew to stalk over to see which one of his nosey aunts were pressing you about having a boyfriend. Whenever you nervously dug the toe of your sneakers into the floor, he knew to start comparing shoe sizes with you as a distraction. But when he finds you in something you donât usually wear, Jake doesnât know what to do.Â
He wonders if you felt like you needed this stuff to feel pretty. And he also wonders why heâs so unaware of it until now, if you had.Â
âThink I threw up because itâs so tight. Maybe Mickeyâs gummies arenât so bad,â you attempt to joke with a light laugh, wanting to ease the tension off his face.Â
In front of you, Jakeâs stare is still unwavering towards the engravings of that button. In a way, this is kind of disorienting for him, what youâre wearing is so familiar to him. Yet, seeing it on you is unfamiliar if anything. Because this isnât you, itâs the girl he was just arguing with last night.Â
The only reason he even started this whole thing with you, besides Kendallâs unexplainable jealousy towards your friendship, was because you were different to her in every way. So, if you were going to change that about yourself, Jake didnât like itâbecause it was unfamiliar to him. For his whole life, he kept tabs on little things about you that no one else bothered to learn. So, he doesnât like that he youâre keeping things from him now.
âIâŠdonât like this,â he delivers carefully, enunciating each word to you purposefully, leaving no doubt in your mind that he says it to be mean. And like always, what he really wants to say translates to youâI donât like the way it makes you feel either.Â
â...Can we take it off then?â you insert with the same careful delivery.
He draws in a deep breath, and you mimic the action unknowingly.Â
Then, with a flick of his thumb, Jake unfastens the button of your skirt, dislodging it from the denim slit that kept it tightly wrapped around your waist. When you go to lift your butt, he pulls the tiny scrap of fabric down your legs. His eyes trail it, keeping his attention off your underwear. In his peripheral, he spots your half-full bottle of strawberry bottle wash.Â
With you moving to sit back down on the cold ledge, heâs briefly greeted with a pink cursive lettering. Tuesday.
Surprisingly, itâs not awkward to be sitting in nothing but the poorly constructed sweater he said looked good on you and a pair of your day of the week underwear. Maybe you were being dramatic, thinking that you would die if he saw it. Because this isnât so different from the days you spent walking around in your bathing suits, in the lifetime full of summers you spent together.
âYou never needed that,â he shrugs, relief settling in his chest now that itâs off of you.Â
âI never needed it,â you repeat back.
While your entire lives were filled with inside jokes and probably too much bickeringâthere were small lapses in time where that all drops. Youâre not sure when it had even started, but for as long as you could remember, whenever either of you voiced something worthy of importance your counterpart naturally echoed it back. I was a dick. You were a dick. Jake, not right now. Okay, not right now. You never needed that. I never needed it. It was something your friendship naturally adopted.Â
And like all other friendships, you two also knew how to shimmy your way out of a vulnerable moment like that, without making things weird.Â
Jake leans into you a bit, suppressing a cheeky grin. âIt says Tuesday, today is a Saturday,â he whispers.
Shoving him back with one hand, you break out into a smile. âYou read my underwear!âÂ
âIt read itself to me,â he finally grins, prompting you to smack your palm over his eyes in embarrassment.Â
âShut up! Shut up! Shut up!â You chant between your laughter. âIâm never wearing these again.â
âNo? Not even for me?â Jake starts to wrap his fingers around your wrist. Itâs not too firm, but itâs enough to lower your hand from his eyes. Your laughter begins to die down at how gently he handles you.Â
Another silence settles in the bathroom again when he leisurely traces a path from your wrist up to your palm, entwining his fingers through yours. Then, he drops your connected hands between the small gap between you two.Â
But as quickly as he holds your hand, he lets go of it. And strangely, that tinge of your sixteen year old hurt sweeps through your heart when you lose that warmth against your palm.
Jake suddenly clears his throat. âI should uh, leave. You know, so you can shower.â
Pushing down the confusing swirl of emotion in your chest, you nod.Â
This time, Jakeâs the one to walk out of the bathroom, leaving you alone with your best friend at the forefront of your mind.
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whats ur op on the idea that the man should always be more into his gf or else it doesnt work⊠like i kind agree but also no.. like i dont wanna just be loved i wanna LOVEE back. like its obvious but it just makes me think how imp good friendships are for setting ur standars for a partnerâŠ. like i LOVEE my bestie sm that it like inspires me to live & the thought of having a bf n feeling less than that, n wanting to make sure that im the one being likeâŠâpursuedâ is lame⊠like it creates an imbalance in the relationship but also another part of me is like thats just how men n women operate.. it must be this way
Yeah no i could never
Unless that means i love him 100% and he loves me 110%. But i could never play hard to get, âdate downâ, date a man that i dont love so i can feel better about myself.
Like why would i ever want to be with someone im not crazy about? Maybe its just me but i actually feel sick when im with men who wanna bone me but i dont wanna bone them. Like its SCARY and sickening. I dont like that. Id rather be the one staring at him like đ„ș.
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!! sixth of november !!
to ryu, RYU IT'S HERE !!! MY MESSAGE IS HERE !! okay so DID U KNOW THAT this friendship is the least i expected .... :') LIKE when u rb-ed that in our next lifetime fic i kinda browsed thru ur blog and it was all just recs so i was kinda disappointed that i couldn't reach out bc WHAT IF U DIDN'T WANNA ,,, like,, u came here to read not to make frens :// BUT THEN LIKE i followed u first didn't i?? in here?? NJKASNJK I DONT REMEMBER but it's all vae,, i think ,, AND JUST <33 seeing u on my dash makes me :')
U MESSAGED ME i was so shocked i thought i did something wrong bc I BOMBARDED U WITH ASKS THAT ONE TIME I RLLY THOUGHT I OVERDID IT but what can i do i just felt rlly proud of u for hanging on and for giving ur best !! DEFINITELY did not tear up when u said u appreciate it sm and when u said it's been awile u've heard it </3 WELL YOU'RE GOING TO HEAR IT FROM TIME TO TIME NOW RYU !!! I'M PROUD !! OF U !!! and will always be with whatever u do <33 hmu when u need it, okay !!! ilysm this was long <3
tiktoks to waste your time (one) (two) (three) (four) (five)
THANK YOU FOR READING, HAVE A NICE DAY!
okay to start with, i saw this probably at 630 in the morning and decide to respond to this now after trying to arrange my thoughts (which of course failed) BUT! THIS!
i couldnt believe it myself either > interacting with you is still unbelievable to me. like you said, it's all vae. so vae if you're seeing this, thank you. i also dont remember what rlly happened (i hv a terrible memory) but i do think it's you who started following me first!! and tht time,, I WAS ?????? SO SO HAPPYYY I RB-ED UR FIC AND YOU WANNA GET TO KNOW ME?
also you dont have to worry at allllllll you can always bombard me with asks, whatever it is <3 but the thing is im actually afraid i dont have any time to respond to them :((((( my exam period is starting tmrw and it'll last till early dec so i wont hv time to get around as often as i used to
and i cant possibly thank you for all the support you've given to me. thanked you so many times already yet im not able to properly express this,
you existing in my life is a God sent and im so thankful for that.
im gonna take this opportunity to thank every single one of you that have interacted with me so far.. @hvae , @deputyjuyeon , @gracefulweather and @changminurheart for welcoming me n willing to be friends with me though im super lame n have no idea how to make friends here. not sure if you guys know this, but i get jumpy and excited at every interaction between us. *sinks into the bed*
you guys are so sweet to me, so kind, so lovely. i adore every each of you đ€
yeah this is getting long but just wanna say im in the process to figure out this n that on tumblr bcs for all i know im only a pro at reblogging for sure.
hope you guys are in the best of health too <3
#THANK YOU FOR READING THIS LONG POST#i usually dont get mushy mush#but i rlly really want u guys to know im so grateful to have you in my life#ALSO DAYNS#?????????????#THANK YOU AGAIN#FOR THE 193039292838 TIMES#you have been wonderful to me#love u#poetryu
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ill tell you how im feeling i was soooo ready i thought i was so prepared for whatever shitty end we got and i dont even have words that can describe my hate in my heart right now i have never loved characters as much as i love those three i mean i love those three more than my dad they literally got me through everything but they get such a shit non ending like what was that garbage even. im still not over the fact that they didnt even hug. that ash and team rocket werent buddies. that they spent the last of their fucking time divorced only to have a couple minutes happy together again. and then blasting off. i dont care if they blasted off one last time as i thought whatever finale theyd have would do that, but i didnt think that blasting off would legit BE IT. like thats all there was. the makeup from their fight was so rushed and cheap. i got someone respond to my rant with the fact that they werent meant to retired from jn095 also they couldnt have retired with no grand team rocket final battle taking down the organization like cassidy and butch didnt retire peacefully but thats another thing i hate is the fanon idea that team rocket will kill you or whatever if you leave. okay continueing like im sorry james has wanted to leave team rocket since all the way back in OS. james just wanted a cottage and a garden for 20 something years but all they get is blasted off and just stuck in team rocket. that episode where they got their pokemon back couldve been dedicated to them leaving but instead it was the worst team rocket centered episode in the entire series, and lead to a really shit plot point that existed for no reason because the fight had no significance, the getting back together was soulless, jn095 DID set them up i dont care what anyone says jessie cares so deeply about her friends happiness and wanting ti leave team rocket that they shouldve all left and ran the donut truck, but instead MPM just said fuck EVERY bit of character development theyve had, FUCK jessies caring side showing throughout SM/JN, FUCK how close theyeve become, they will still split at the drop of a hat over a failed pikachu plan, they shouldve fucking met their alola family and been back there before the end because what we got in journeys was lame, they should have had a peaceful island retirement like james wanted in advanced gen, ash shouldve thanked them for their support and there shouldve been a heartwarming scene about their friendship with the twerp but instead the twerp just said fuck yoh and blasted them off cuz the hop from sun and moon (best series) to journeys (2nd worst series behind BW) had some of the most miserable drop in writing as well as art style. im sorry but ash has been ugly since 2019 journeys does NOT look like pokemon. also ash's ending was shit too but im not even gonna get started on that, MPM was complete trash and the only thing that makes me give it a 1/10 instead of a 0/10 is that misty and brock were the traveling companions. but im just fucking saying WHY DID BUTCH AND CASSIDY GET A BETTER ENDING THAN THE TRIO đ
thank you the end
iâm approaching you with reserved rage in my soul. how we feeling
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LEAH X SEMI BAND AU !!
- so like i said before, you and semi are in a band together!
- the band was actually formed by you two when you were friends (friends to enemies to lovers??)
- it was 100% semi's idea and this is just a hunch but maybe it was because he had a crush on you at the time
- you guys did all of the initial management together: recruitment of other members, finding places to practice, etc
- i'm sensing growing tension on the topic of who's the "leader"? since both of you formed it, you used to believe that you both could handle being co-leaders, but ever since disagreements began, cracks began to form between that partnership as well as your friendship
- however, the band had gotten some recognition and since you both loved music and knew that the other was a necessary part of the band, you were forced to deal with each other
- practices were MESSY. every single one seemed to involve him getting mad at you for messing up or you yelling at him because he didn't seem to care about anything other than himself (to which he'd retort that you're just overreacting)
- honestly, the other members were starting to get tired of your constant bickering
- one time, after the band's last gig of the year, one of the members suggested having some sort of celebration after a successful year
- everyone agreed, then you and semi began arguing over what said celebration would be
- but the person who made the suggestion was having NONE OF IT (it was supposed to be a celebratory event after all, so positive emotions!)
- for the sake of saving time and people's eardrums, the other members made the decision without you or semi LOL
- they decided to host a friendly new years get together with the band, the management team, and whoever else y'all wanted to invite
- one of the members (this person is closest to you in the band and has known you for quite some time) asked you if you could make cupcakes and you agreed because baking <3
- at the event, you found semi standing besides the food table, eating one of your cupcakes, while talking to your bandmates
- you overheard him say that the cupcakes were really good and you didn't really like how your heart fluttered a little when he said that
- his face when your friend (aka the band member that asked you to make cupcakes; gosh i should've given them names or numbers or something) told him you made them was PRICELESS
- HE WAS SHOCKED. he had no idea you baked and he didn't know you were so good at it either
- he asked you if you could teach him how to make them
- you said yes immediately (you didn't know why but the others did *wink wink*)
- realising that it was a little odd go just teach him, you offered to host a baking session at your home so you could teach anyone who was interested
- what he said next took you and everyone else by surprise:
- "i meant.. just us. of course only if you're okay with that"
- it took everyone a moment to completely digest what he'd said
- your bandmates were all smiling like idiots (they already knew because apparently it had been obvious)
- "eita, did you just ask leah out?" "shut up" "the way you did it was sort of lame ngl" "i said SHUT UP"
this sorta ended up being a drabble in hc format.. BUT YEAH THATS IT I HOPE YOU LIKE IT <33
I- YES ! OF COURSE I LIKE IT !!! THIS IS LITERALLY EVERYTHING HELLO??? THANK YOU FOR ELABORATING THIS IS AMAZING AND I AM GOING TO SAVE THIS FOREVER!!
THIS IS SO CUTE !!
I GENUINELY LOVE THIS SM <3
TAHNK YOU, IT'S LIFE CHANGING. NOW I'M ACTUALLY OBSESSED, MY CURRENT FIXATION.
thank you jin <3 this was amazing.
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PAHAHAHAHAH JK UR LAME but li !!!!! jokes aside you are very lovely and i've expressed this a lot already but i'm so grateful of our friendship... you've literally stuck with me through sm and i'm glad we're still friends till this day even if that equates to u occasionally sending me tiktoks either abt mark but most importantly yeonjun <3 ily tho you're lame and i hope you're doing well rn
send me a number and iâll write a post about you
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