#i mean that in the nicest way like im not trashing anyone

[ruruvxz]

what is making out with newjeans Minji would be like ? Oneshot idea

“DRAIN ME”

Roommate!Kim Minji x Law Major!Reader

↳synopsis: College was hard enough especially ever since your new roommate moved in with a high and mighty attitude. Always berating you for your life choices and the people you constantly surround yourself with; she was the epitome of annoying. But you couldn’t help but be… enamored by her in some weird way.

↳cw: classic roommate troupe, swearing, overachieving, making out, Minji is stuck up, reader is also stuck up, both kinda annoy me, pure fluff, slightly sexual themes

↳wc:2.6k

a/n: how does… how does someone write a kissing scene what the fuck heuahhfhhhhh, i was a little bit too embarrassed to write this. kinda halfassed but idk what else to add anther … Also this is the 5TH rewrite for this Minji fic im trying to cope with the news that they might disband rn.

Harvard was hard enough to get to, especially with the scholarship you broke your back for, no one deserved to be here more than you. Needless to say, you found it awfully annoying whenever, Kim Minji, your roommate who was an undergraduate in the arts section, would belittle your talents—always having snarky to say when you couldn't understand the lecture, and insisting that her life was far more complicated than yours. Not to mention how much of a slacker she was during house tasks, often refusing to do any chores even if she was the sole factor in the apartment was a mess.

Minji often rebutted all your complaints with the same excuse stating that "she shouldn't have to help because your friends were always over, and that they can do it." Which wasn't all that false, you did have someone over almost every day, and you knew she didn't like them because of how loud they were, but that's what made it fun. Seeing the scowl on her face whenever she opened the door another batch (of completely different people) walked in with no remorse. Or whenever she avoided talking to any of them because she simply hated being around them. A stern believer that people like you and all the people who accompanied you were plastic and fake.

It wasn't until she called them out to you that you reached your boiling point. "None of them actually like you Y/N, how do you expect every single person to actually fuck with you like that, let alone the hundreds of people you constantly have over." She spat out, reaching her hand out to grab the trash your guest left all over the living room, Minji didn't even have the curtsey to look up at you while she spoke.

"What is your problem, Kim." You scowled as you grabbed the empty beer cans; shoving them into the black plastic bag you were lugging around. To be fair Minji was far nicer than you thought, even if you were the one who threw the party without her knowledge, she patiently camped out in her room, only coming out once it ended to clean up beside you. It wasn't all that out of character since she was the nicest one between the both of you, always offering to help anyone in need, for example, right now. Minji was somehow so endearing in her weird way, that you almost felt bad taunting her every single moment you could. I mean, she reciprocated the banter, so who really is at fault here?

Minji just scoffed as she pushed her glasses back up from the bridge of her nose, she was about to say something before cutting herself off with a heavy sigh. "Nothin— nothing, they just..." She slurred looking up at your scrunched face before looking back down, continuing to throw trash into the bag. "Y'know what— never mind, forget what I said," Minji mumbled, looking back at her annoyed before picking up a pillow and chucking it at her. She let out a soft yelp before looking up at you, ready to attack Minji couldn't help but notice how you broke out into laughter once the pillow collided with her face.

"Hey, what was that for!" Minji scowled as she dropped the trash bag next to her knees, you, being you, continued to laugh harder as her expression tensed. She grabbed another pillow from the couch and flung it at you, hitting your shoulder with a heavy thud. "Woah! What the!" You bite back rubbing your shoulder with your arm in pain, not realizing she would throw it too hard she reached her hand out, not before she laughed her ass off. "Hah— I'm so sorry—" Minji said before bursting out laughing as well, grabbing the pillow you threw at her from the ground and placing it back neatly on the couch.

Laughing at her action, "Why are you saying sorry? Aren't I the one who threw the first hit?" grabbing the pillow she threw, you dropped it haphazardly on the couch and walked away from her. "Not that." Minji cackled as she fixed the couch again, "I mean, yeah..." she cut her thought off "What I meant to get at, is I'm sorry for the other thing I said."

You stopped cleaning up the trash from the floor and peeked your head up, firstly why was she apologizing for anything, secondly, out of all people, she was apologizing to you. "Uhm, I'm sorry too I guess..." You rubbed your nape uncomfortably, taking your gaze off of her, "Y'know, for everything." Sighing you continued, feeling terrible because most of the stress she had coming back home was due in fact how horrible of a roommate you've been. "I haven't been— the best." It hurt a part of your ego to say that, as out of people you were apologizing back to your art freak of a roommate, Kim Minji.

"Thank you for acknowledging that Y/N." Minji exhaled as she looked back on all the times your bare presence had been obnoxious towards her. Despite understanding how dreadful you've become towards her, you still couldn't let that slide, who was she to talk like that towards you anyway? "Hey!" Was the only that could come out of your mouth, until Minji eventually cut you off. "I'm being honest Y/N, I'm glad you know, and that's not in a sarcastic way whatsoever."

The way both of you stood slightly as you continued your cleaning task was unbearably awkward, trying to figure out what to say next after that comment was gruesome. It finally ended when you had to bright idea to turn a new leaf with your roommate, could you go through your whole college experience hating someone you lived with? And to be fair she wasn't all that bad, she cleaned up to herself, she was mild-mannered, and she didn't actively seek conflict. (unlike you.) "Ahem... so Minji you busy after this?" You asked as you tied the black plastic bag and leaned it against the wall.

She followed in your footsteps as she chucked the last few beer bottles into her bag, tying the note protectively tight and chucking it aside. "I have an anthropology exam to study for..." She thoughtfully answered, you pouted at the thought that Kim Minji, of all people, was going to turn you down. "But that's in a few days, so I guess I'm free?" She moved across from you, heading to the kitchen to wash her hands, coming back to talk to you face to face. "Well, uhm, do you want to watch a movie or something— like to get to know each other... or something." You interrogated, trying your best to be nonchalant about the whole thing. "Sure, that couldn't hurt." She shrugged her shoulders as she made her way to the couch, and you soon followed behind her.

Needless to say, the whole interaction was more awkward than the both of you apologizing to one another. The movie picking was terrible as you both seemingly couldn't agree on what to watch, finally landing on The Idea of You. During the beginning, part felt as if you were having a dopamine cleanse, everything was so oddly boring, and without having any form of enjoyment like stress eating popcorn, you were going insane. It wasn't until the first kissing scene of the film that things got interesting, you were so bored you could only find entertainment from making fun of her expressions throughout. This scene in particular made you more intrigued by her as she was blushing madly while watching the protagonist deeply kiss the main lead, almost as if she's never experienced that herself.

"Pst, Minji." You leaned into her, jolting as your head hovered next to her shoulder "You good? You look like you're bugging out." She looked at you as you laughed quietly, still focused on the movie, only taking a small gaze at her as you leaned away.

"What." She scoffed, covering her face with her hand, "You're crazy. Just watch the fucking movie."

"Alright, just saying." You chuckle as you lean forward, pretending to go back to being 'interested' in the movie.

As the movie reached the peak of its raunchiest moments, Minji failed to hide her blush more and more, having trouble focusing as she stared down at your leaning posture and back at the movie. She failed to focus on the actors, finally reaching her breaking point, "What is with this movie, what is the whole point of recording a whole scene like this..." She muttered loud enough for you to hear. You gave her a noisy laugh, before leaning back up and resting your back on the cushions. "Dunno, maybe that's what does good nowadays— speaking of which, why don't you ever invite people over to y'know..."

"To what?" She scoffed, folding her arms and looking back at you, clearly offended by the insinuation that she was a geeky dirtbag who had the inability to attract suitors. "Not everyone's like you Y/N." Minji insulted, coming back a little more sleazy than intended.

"Oh? And what does that mean?" You pouted, stretching your neck wondering what snarky comment she would say next. "Nothing, I didn't mean it like that, I just hate when people bring that up." She took back her words quickly, turning her head away from you and back at the movie ahead, watching the two actors absolutely go at it. "Makes me feel like I haven't accomplished everything I 'should've already accomplished', catch my drift?"

"Ah, so you think that just because you haven't done anything inherently explicit it feels like you're less than an adult?"

"Woah, that was a quick evaluation, how'd you get that?"

"I mean, I do minor in psychodynamic psychology, maybe that's why? Hah… Sorry didn't wanna sound like a major nerd there, but I don't think you hold base your opinion on yourself over something you can't do at the moment." You spoke, turning your head towards her as she studied you, looking at inspecting every single one of your facial features before snapping out of the trance she was in. “I guess, well if it means anything, you’d ace that course if you kept up with those assumptions.” You both chuckle loudly at her comment, not noticing how both of you are slowly leaning closer to one another.

Minji was closer to your face, the tip of her nose colliding with yours as she inched your lips to hers, the soft huffs as she glanced down at you before finally interlocking your mouths together were exhilarating. Her touch was soft and hungry, she wanted to conquer every part of your lips; not wanting this moment to slip her by, she reached out and grabbed the back of your head gently. Pushing you farther down her lips, Minji felt herself getting lost in you, her eyes squeezed shut as she was in a deep state of euphoria. Before pulling you away from her, she slid her hand off your cheek and back, creating distance.

Her heavy breathing was apparent as she tried to gain composure, stunned by her actions she let out a meek cough, staring straight into your soul to gain back any confidence left within her. "I'm so sorry, I don't know what had gotten into me." Minji tittered, pulling away fully her hands gripping the section of denim on her thighs, you didn't know what was going through her head right now as she fumbled her gaze away from yours. It took a long moment for Minji to open back up, only muttering a few words before clamming up again "I wouldn't blame you if you ended up moving out—"

She couldn't continue as her breath sharpened and took focus on how your hands rested on top of hers, gently rubbing her fingertips, taking a count of how soft she felt under your touch. Smiling, you answered back, confused as to why you would ever do such a thing (despite despising her moments ago, and being quite literally on the verge of signing your lease termination to get away from her) "Why would I?"

Minji was astonished by your sudden change in attitude because if she were to ever be this raw and genuine towards you any time before this, you'd curse her out and avoid any contact after. This was different, you seemed so... empathetic and sweet, it made her heart thump out of her chest, staring at your lips was not making it any better for her. She lacked any self-restraint as she interconnected your lips with hers once more, with much more haste. Minji yearning for your touch, pitifully grabbed onto your hands, holding them tightly with a slight shake.

Despite doing much more sinister things with other people, you felt as if you were flung back to high school and having your first kiss, it was all so electrifying. You didn't want to admit to yourself that you were enjoying this a little more than she was, but gosh, does this woman know what she's doing? From her timid (even borderline, loser-ish) personality, you wouldn't expect her to be dancing her tongue with yours. "For something oddly explicit, she's very delicate..." you wondered to yourself. Finally taking charge, you pull your hands away from hers, Minji pulls back regretfully, questioning why you stopped holding her.

It wasn't until you cupped her cheeks with both your hands and pulled her down on the couch, that she finally got a hint. Minji's cheeks burned up, she was able to rest her elbows to leverage herself up only to be met with your face inches away from hers. She was stunned by the visual you pinned her against and was unable to speak as you kissed the tip of her nose, anticipating more only to be cut off by you pushing yourself off of her. “Woah! Okay, let’s end that there today.” You cut yourself off, not wanting your relationship to be another victim of hookup culture, knowing that you’d be stuck with her for the next few months.

“What…” She furrowed her eyebrows, her cheeks still flushed with a pink hue, “Don’t get me wrong, I’d want to continue, this, with you. But I don’t want the consequences of being in an unhealthy, uncomfortable, and unethical relationship with my roommate, whom I was getting closer to.” You coughed, realizing how fast you were speaking right now, Minji who was still under you processed everything you were spewing out. “So what I’m getting at, is that instead of wanting to sleep with me… you’d rather just have me as company first?”

“Correct, unlike anyone I’ve been with, I’d like to get to know you first before committing to anything that sexual.” You nodded, pulling yourself off of her and sitting back normally on the couch “Not because I don’t want to, I just wrong want to take it too far.” Sheepishly admitting as you watched her sit back down next to you, a bit embarrassed by the situation. “Truly what I want to take away from this, and what I took away from spending this time with you, even if it was fairly short, was to get to know you as you. To take in what you’re capable of and understand if you can handle someone like me.” Minji stared at you in awe, the complete shift from a prudish foulmouthed popular campus student, who couldn’t barely hold her own emotions, was now so prim and proper.

Minji wondered if maybe it was her who did that, or maybe that’s how you were this whole time, but it took one day to bring that out of you. Whatever it was, she didn’t want this moment to slip by her! “Hmm, well then, take what you want.”

[cemeteryvalentine]

astro observations part 4 !!! ^____^

(specifically based off my family :3 pleaseee don't get offended at anything that doesn't resonate)

🗝️: one thing about a sag placement, they are gonna hang up FIRST !!! i swear, if anyone misses flip phones, it's a sag placement/dominant. i just know they miss snapping that phone shut in a petty manner LOL. my mom is a sag moon AND rising, and she'd call me and demand me to do something in such a bitchy tone and then hang up on me like girl who tf do u think u areee 😭😭😭😭 LMFAO. but honestly good for her, i love being petty like her.

like i swear i take after my mom because everytime she does that annoying hang up before i can respond thing, i call her again just to say a snarky remark, and hang up on her back!

🐇: i swear, virgo placements have no problem being the grossest people alive, but suddenly it's a problem when someone else does it :/// it's really annoying. my brother has a pigsty of a bedroom, doesn't wash his hand when he pisses unless i make him, and leaves his trash everywhere, but constantly gets on my sister for the same things 😭. like the calls coming from inside the house !!! i think basically, (some) virgos are like picky(?) with what areas they'd want clean. like they're only really comfortable with THEIR mess and no one else's.

🗝️: i love how pisces mercury communicate because it's like what the hel are u awn about 😭 in the NICEST way though :3 they're so kewl and interesting to talk to, plus they're so nice and understanding. maybe because they're water mercuries after all. speaking of, my favorite artist ever kurt cobain was a pisces mercury and it SHOWSSS. a lot of nirvana lyrics feel artistic and metaphoric, or just realllyyyy silly. liiike "angel left wing, right wing, broken wing. lack of iron and or sleeping" from milk it, one of my nirvana faves. and "i vomit C*M and DIARRHEA". like girl whatever that means !!!! (song, mexican seafood)

🐇: mars influence on the asc makes for prominent features. especially eyebrows. my brother has an aries rising and he has such a bad case of RBF. i swear he never looks happy 😭 his virgo sun and cap moon definitely don't help at all either. then im a mars rising and i have big eyebrows like my brother. like we're the only ones with big eyebrows, while our parents brows look invisible LOL. also i'm a virgo rising !! and ppl are always saying i look mad which honestly pisses me off :P so in conclusion, mars influence + virgo placements = major rbf

🗝️: i HATE to add on to the cancer hate train since i'm one myself and i loveee being one + we get soo much hate, but i feel a (unevolvled) cancer makes for the worst pick me girl ever !!!! this def doesn't apply to all cancers, but the few cancer women i know can be so mean to other women so unprovoked. especially my mom, it gives me the ick when she calls random women b*tches or makes fun of them to me for their features or success or soemthing. i used to be a pick me too up until i was like 13 (im soooo happy i grew out of that mess QUICK!). i would constantly strive for male attention, it was embarrassing 😭. ik another girl who values her shitty boyfriend over her (girl) friends and i haaate it. like ive only known a few cancer women, but a lot of them are like the meanest pick me bitch ever, or such a sweeet, caring soul :). i feel like being a pick me stems from cancers being feminine AND traditional. yk? i pray i make sense, but yk how it's traditional for girls to be perfect for her man, and value him no matter the circumstance ?? and cancer/moon being **traditional** ? yeahhh 😭

anywayzzz that's all :3 tyyy for reading !! i had sm making a new observations, considering it's been a year since my last LMFAOO. and again, if it doesn't apply, let it fly. ty bye ^__^

[malka-lisitsa]

🙄 ; What are your biggest pet peeves when it comes to tumblr?

I'm gonna get hate for this but fuck it we ball.

purity culture

the idea that you can make an OC out of a canon character but keep the back story and the name and all the connections. That makes no sense that's just saying you dont want to write them correctly and covering your ass-

Portrayal. And how no one fucking cares about it anymore. Everyone is great at what they do and there is NO room for improvements and you obviously dont have to do your character justice when you can just do whatever you want with them instead fuck if it makes sense youre only writing a real character and not an oc but ITS COOL RIGHT? WHY BE GOOD WHEN YOU CAN JUST DO WHATEVER??

I will die on this hill for all eternity, portrayal fucking matters and I refuse to fall into the crowd that supports "do whatever!" culture.

Oc's in canon settings that don't make sense. I remember back when I was in thg fandom people tripped over themselves to make sure their oc matched lore. People researched named winners of what games and they like actually gave a damn about making their oc as canon as possible. Without being needlessly rude that is not a thing anymore :)

people who go out of their way to scream they are super fucking nice just the sweetest ever just the nicest sweetest little bean never has a bad thing to say about anyone super sweet over the top- and its because they are a trash person trying so hard to hide they are a trash person. You look fake. You sound fake. Whoa shocker, you're fake. This is why I have zero problem being real about the things that I say and do. I am the first person to tell you Im a bitch, but im also the first person to step out on the front lines if you need someone. See they're not mutually exclusive I don't need a show to be nice.

the idea that constructive criticism is hate. Just bc you don't like it doesn't mean that someone who said you weren't perfect is sending hate. I saw this a LOT in 2k12 bro people genuinely trying to help got flamed bc god forbid someone improve.

attention seeking on the dash- Excessive "WILL YOU PLEASE LIKE THIS IF YOU LIKE ME AND MY MUSES PLEASE??" Bruh. Stop. If they follow you most likely they like you. Chill or they're probably gonna stop. Self fulfilling prophecy.

the idea that you don't owe anyone an explanation for blocking. If you have written extensively, and been friends for a long time yes tf you do owe an explanation even if its "You pushed my boundaries too often after I told you x thing" and then blocking them. But you owe a friend an explanation. Communicate. Don't be a coward. No sense in ditching a friend when you could idk talk about it but ok. this does not apply to randos.

[sacrificialblackdragon]

Hello everyone and thank you for following and / or lurking !   I am REKI, I am a 29 year old female, with two jobs and three cats, who has been roleplaying for a few years. This is an INDEPENDENT & SELECTIVE blog and is meant for a 21+ AUDIENCE. TRIGGER THEMES ARE PRESENT AND WILL BE TAGGED !   I used to have a Hak blog but have long since forgotten the URL. ; A; My best friend actually got me into the series and I collect the manga. Sadly, I am missing a few of the beginning volumes. Please hit that like, follow or reblog button if you would like to interact with Hak!! Rules Below:

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8) Reblogging when you have no permission. During my time of roleplaying on many sites tumblr is probably the worst for this rule. Anyone who reblogs threads, asks or any other communication between my partners that they are not tagged in will be kindly asked to delete the post. If not deleted within 24 hours you will be blocked from my page and I will not remove it.

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10) Personal Tags & Passwords. I don’t do personal tags or passwords. Final answer, if you follow me then it means you understand that I will NOT be tagging any personal tags.

11) Triggers. I don’t expect people to tag my trigger mainly because it only happens around Halloween time. I understand people are in the spirit but I absolutely hate seeing scary things pop out at me. It leads me to paranoia and I just can’t sleep at night. Anything paranormal I can’t handle, which is why I can’t watch scary movies. If I do see this on my dash it does lead to an unfollow, but not a block.

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[missdawnandherdusk]

Just A Kiss

Draco X Reader

Drabble Request: @gryffindors-weasley��: a first kiss with Draco

A/n: this is so cute, my lord. I don’t know where it came from but get ready for fluff and cuteness and ugggghhh. I’m also pretty sure that this is gender neutral but don't hold me to it if it isn’t.  I love you all! Let me know what you think!

“This is stupid,” Draco muttered as I dragged him up to the Astrology tower in the dead on the night.

“No, it’s not,” I argued, grinning. “It’s not every day that Jupiter and Saturn align like this! And on Christmas no less!” I couldn’t stop the laugh that bubbled through my lips.

“Don’t see why that’s my problem,” He sulked as we entered the moonlit tower.

“Will you at least pretend to enjoy it?” A small pout fell on my lips as I took his hands, glancing up through my eyelashes.

“Fine, fine, let’s go see your Christmas star,” He dragged me to the nearest railing without my prompting, knowing exactly where it was in the sky. I caught the smile that played on his lips as we looked up at the stars.

“You’re excited about this as I am!” I accused, poking his side, eliciting a laugh from him.

“Am not!” He refuted, trying not to laugh further. “It’s late and cold and I’d rather be in bed right now dreaming of sugar plums,” He failed at scowling, the light in his eyes playing with the stars.

“I’m sure,” I rolled my eyes, standing at the railing again to watch the stars.

He came up behind me, wrapping me in his arms, his head atop of mine. I sought his warmth and leaned back into him, intertwining my gloved hands with his.

“Happy Christmas, darling” He murmured, warming me for another reason, from the inside. 

“Happy Christmas,” I turned, looking up at him.

His closeness caused my heart to patter in my chest, and my cheeks to flush red. Maybe he missed it from the cold that chilled our noses, or perhaps it was the same reason that he was flushed. I could see something in his eyes. Some sort of plan, a calculation. His eyes darted to mine, then to my lips and I had a good idea of what he was thinking.

We had been on this edge for a while. So close to a first kiss then one of us would back out, both too shy to act on it. But this was suddenly different. In the cold, not so white Christmas, under a planetary conjunction that only happened once every 800 years, it had to be different.

My tongue darted between my lips, pulling my bottom one back to catch between my teeth. Draco watched the entire action, his parted lips fanning my face with the warmth of his breath. Butterflies fluttered anxiously in my chest. The moment was suspended in forever.

“Are you gonna kiss me or not?” I blurted out, to both of our surprises. My eyes widened. “I—I only mean that—” I started to stammer out but not for long, because Draco found a pretty solid way to shut me up.

His lips pressed against mine, his hands cradling my face. I relaxed under his touch and the softness of his lips. I felt the chill of his nose against my cheek as we stood there under the Christmas star figuring out how to kiss. It was slow and languid. There was a pleasant twisting in my chest that begged for more. For warmth and him consuming every one of my senses. Pressed against him as one of his hands came to my waist holding me there, warmth spread through me from my toes to my fingertips.

We parted softly, just millimeters apart.

“Took you long enough,” I muttered playfully.

He laughed, mischief dancing in his eyes.

“I had to make sure it was perfect,” He noted, his gloved thumb stroking my cheek. “It’s not every day you get to do your first kiss,”

“So, you did want to see this star,” I grinned victoriously. “And you whined the entire way up here,”

“It wasn’t all about the star, love,” He mused. “But I knew you in the moonlight, pressed against me because it was cold, eyes shining like a kid on Christmas... it would be a moment I wouldn’t forget. A moment that I couldn’t say no to.”

“Sap,” I accused, nuzzling my nose to his.

“But it works,” His smile influenced mine.

“It does,”

“Now, as much as I’d love to spend all night up here with you under the stars, it is cold, and Christmas eve, so why don’t we head back inside?”

“Can’t handle a little cold Malfoy?” I smirked.

“You’re shivering, darling,” He raised an eyebrow at me.

“Just have to be right, don’t you?” I muttered, causing him to chuckle and pressed a kiss to my forehead.

Draco really must have planned the entire evening out, because in the common room a warm fire was in the hearth and there were two mugs of tea on the coffee table by the loveseat that was draped in blankets. The entire thing was lit by the crackling fire and the fairy lights that lit up the tree and garland about the room.

I paused, taking in the beauty of the room, my chill momentarily forgotten as Draco helped me out of my cloak.

“Are you coming?” Draco rose his eyebrow at me, offering my hand. 

“You... did all of this for me?” I was awestruck.

His gaze fell to the floor, as he smiled, embarrassed. “Might have been plan b,” He admitted. “If I lost my nerve in the tower...”

“Draco,” A soft laugh fell from my lips as I wrapped my arms around him. His hands reflexively went to my waist. “It’s perfect. Plan b or not, it’s still the nicest thing that anyone has done for me,”

“You deserve the world,” His earnest words made me melt. “I just want to give it to you. And I know it’s not much, and someone else could give you more but—”

It had worked earlier to shut up my doubting voice, and now with my lips pressed against his, Draco had no room to doubt himself. My fingers curled into the ends of his hair now that they were freed from gloves. The warmth that cradled me from the room met the fire that grew inside, wanting nothing more than to prove to Draco that I didn’t want anyone else and what he did was more than enough for me.

Our second kiss was just as memorable as our first one, but now that we were inside and there was no reason to stop, we didn’t. We were allowed to chase that feeling of want and warmth with soft purrs and gentle sounds. I ended up on top of Draco on one of the sofas, my senses now completely dominated by thoughts of him.

“Love,” He called, pulling away begrudgingly.

I hummed a response, my eyes staying closed, nuzzling my nose to his. Butterflies still fluttered happily in my chest.

“People will be down in a few hours for Christmas morning,” He sounded as disappointed as I felt. I must have made a face because he laughed. “Another time, I promise.” He tucked my hair behind my ear, “There’s no rush, I’m not going anywhere for a long time,”

I smiled at his words. “Thank you... for plan a and plan b. It was more than I could have asked for,”

“Not too overdone?” Doubt still seeded in his voice.

“It was perfect,” I affirmed. “You’re perfect,” I settled onto his chest, tracing abstract lines onto his cashmere sweater. Draco reached for a blanket and pulled it around my shoulders, covering us both.

“Goodnight my love,” He murmured softly.

“Night Dray,”

Draco had mentioned earlier of dreaming of sugar plum fairies, and now they led me into sleep. The security of his arms kept me warm. Thousands of stars danced in my dreams, and Draco led

the dance, pulling me into his arms, and deeper into the dream. A smile and kiss promised on his lips.

I was gently jostled, pulling me from the dream as my eyes barely fluttered open, somewhere between dream and reality.

“Shhh,” Draco hushed softly. “Just heading to bed, you’re alright,”

I smiled and closed my eyes, only clinging to consciousness long enough to curl into Draco’s arms as he tucked us into the comfort of his bed. I faintly felt a kiss pressed to my forehead before I slipped under again.

It was easy to say that Draco and I slept in longer than most that Christmas morning, already having the perfect Christmas the night before.

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[thefloorisbalaclava]

please for the love of all that is holy, your masterlist doesn’t deserved to be trashed and forgotten. all this telling yourself your work isn’t worth keeping or meant anything, that you were foolish to think you could do it, to say you’re just embarrassing yourself??? is ridiculous, and i won’t fucking stand for it

you put your time and your effort and your heart into something that’s gathered, believe it or not, a decent circle of fans. they may be shit fans (to everyone that may see this that ISN’T cassandra, you, me, all of us should be fucking ashamed of ourselves) because they don’t interact with your work like they should. but that doesn’t make anything you’ve already written any worse or less worth it. i am all for you doing what you need to feel okay, if writing isn’t for you anymore, that’s fine. but you’ve had so much joy and energy taken from you through these assholes (both active and passive, i really would suggest you turn off anons btw you don’t deserve all that fucking hate, it isn’t worth it). please do not let them take away your already-earned success and work as well. the things you have already accomplished have given me, and so many others im sure, so much joy and comfort. please try to remember that instead of labeling it as nothing but your failures. i can’t take you talking such shit about yourself.

none of this makes much sense and sounds really aggressive. i’m sorry, i don’t mean it like that. i’m just so overwhelmed with heartbreak and anger on your behalf that this platform/fandom doesn’t treat you or your work the way you deserve. you’re a grown woman capable of making her own decisions and i cant tell you what to do, i don’t want to imply i ever could. but please, don’t take what you’ve already given us away. if we have to grieve the loss of yet another good writer, at least let us keep the memories of her and what she’s thanklessly done for us

if we have to grieve the loss of yet another good writer, at least let us keep the memories of her and what she’s thanklessly done for us

can i just say that this made me cry. not in a bad way but this is the nicest thing anyone has said about my work. and the fact that anyone would grieve losing me as a writer just...wow. thank you for this...not just the bit I quoted but all of it. the fandom has never been too kind to me but the few people that have made it worth it. like i said, one day I'll get back to writing but I have to wait until it's enjoyable again, until I stop comparing myself to everyone else, until more respect is given to writers of color in this fandom. until then, I'm gonna focus on me and the things that make me happy.

[svnarintaro]

it’s too late to say sorry

update: part two is up and you can read it here 

authors note: IM IN A IMAGINE WRITING SPREE SOMEONE STOP ME PLEASE also i like using different names for the same characters im sorry :/

synopsis: hitoshi shinsou is known to be a top tier player, you only saw his as a jerk that toyed with other people's feelings, he was on his way for changing for the better; but he blew it.

word count: 1.9k words

warnings: !quirkless au! angst!!

!f*ckboy! hitoshi shinsou x reader 

him and his entire demeanour pissed you off, you were not someone that was hateful but man did this man get on your nerves. girls and guys were falling like flies case of his 'irresistible' aura, the thought made you scoff. he was just another one of those players that care for thing other than themselves and you were sick of this whole pedestal that people put them on, and him oh how you wanted to knock them down  and make them taste the reality of their destruction.

you and your best friends kendo and monoma were discussing what material you missed when you were sick on the way to the cafeteria, kendo perked up as if she remembered important information "oh also about the seating plan in chem.." you groaned and tilted your head back in annoyance, "don't tell me i'm sitting to this trust fund kid," you sarcastically pointed your thumb at the boy to your right, "shut it my dear peasant, you are a charity case to me so be grateful-" and as he was finishing up his sentence he got smack to the back of his head. "kendo that hur-" "be grateful that we haven't left you sorry butt yet." she let out a huff and continued what she was about to say as the three of you got to the cafeteria she took a shaky breath, "you kinda next to shinsou.."

you choked on air, "no no no no, i don't want o be next to a barney headed jerk-" before your rant even started you were cut off by the person behind you. "so you wanna continue talking about me behind my back or do you wanna say it to my face sweetheart, take your pick," you knew that voice, all too well. "first of all save your disgusting nicknames for a person that actually likes you." you turned your heel to give him the dirtiest glare you could fathom to show hitoshi shinsou.

"aww don't be like that baby.. i already know you'll turn around~" his smirk did not fall for a second, it only grew by the minute. "look i'm not looking to have anything on my criminal record, so if you want to keep your limbs in one piece i suggest you take my advice and piss off with my parting gift." you brought your fist to your mouth and shoved your middle finger in our mouth, and you proceeded to pull it out and flip him off and caught up with kendo and monoma who were laughing. 'they really are something else hm?' shinsou thought.

"man does he really put you in a bad mood hm?" neito teased and handed you the sandwich you wanted, "yeah she really did flip him off this time and threaten him?! i think that is the nicest exchange they've had all year!" kendo wheezed out, as you payed for your food you looked back to see shinsou sitting with his friends.

"so let's get this straight, you single handed moly pissed someone off so often they called you barney head, say they might break your limbs AND flip you off?!" kaminari screeched, while todoroki was purely confused, "did shinsou lose his ability to flirt his way out of this situation or something? cause honestly i feel like you lost you mojo a little bit." sero snorted at todoroki, "did you really have to say 'mojo'?" shinsou was just trying to figure out how to woo you now, his ultimate revenge as to get you to like him and break your heart and pummel it to smithereens.

now you had your chemistry class, and you were lab partners with shinsou, the given thought of being within a 2 metre radius of him mad you dread the class. the moment you walked in the class you saw a girl on his lap, her uniform was two sizes too tight, playing with his hair and her skirt rode up to show her red undergarments. "daddy~ can't we just skip?" you gagged at that nickname, the two of them stopped what they were doing and looked at you. the girl looked you up and down and she was obviously annoyed at your presence. "oh don't mind me i'm just a poor witness to see your panties on full display," you shrugged and made your way to your seat, "at least i have someone interested me," the girl smugly said, you rolled your eyes, "at least my coochie isn't free real estate."

the girl let out a 'hmph' and stormed out out the class, "free real estate? that's a new one." you didn't bother looking at him, and you opened your notebook and brought your data booklet out not even sparing him a glance. meanwhile the guy in front of you asked for a pen and you immediately complied and gave him one. hitoshi has never felt more offended from getting ignored and blown off again.

later in the class the teacher gave a worksheet to work on and you got stuck on a certain question and you didn't know what to do, "you forgot to balance the reaction so that's why you got the wrong answer." you looked to see shinsou looking at you, elbow on his table, "for someone who doesn't bother with class you remember a few things." you proceeded to add numbers to the elements that were written. for the rest of the class he continued to help you with your worksheet and the two of you got along for once. 'huh he may not be as bad as i thought he was.'

for the rest of the month he acted like this and it showed you that he wasn't the monster you thought he was, he was kind, considerate, funny and sweet. he avoided other girls too, "to think that you changed shinsou is actually kind of crazy, you're way more tolerable this way," you whispered as the two of you sat together and worked on some chemistry notes together, on his end of the story he was freaking out, he never felt this way, h heart was pounding out of his chest. he wanted it to stop, he was afraid. afraid of you not liking him back, he was afraid of commitment, he was afraid that he wasn't good enough for you.

"listen kaminari it is a reasonable plan, get them to like me, have them fall in love with me and boom i break up with her." for the past hour kaminari has been listening to shinsou on the phone go on and on about how he wanted to mess around with you, "they're an interesting person, they've got guts." the blond giggled, "i mean if you wanna quit the plan and hand them over to me-" "don't think about it rat."

meanwhile he was thinking about how he was so calm around you, he felt the need to drop his act and be himself around you. "looks like someone is getting attached~"

really? did he get attached? no what would be too cliché for his own good. so he sought his time to be taken by girls, other girls where were desperate to be in his attention span, "hey kaminari give me the number of every one of your flings i need to let off some steam.." shinsou needed to get you off his mind.

on the other hand you were talking to kendo, "okay look i know that i said he was trash and whatever but  he changed and.. i think i might like him." you were gushing over all the sweet things he did, all the sweet things he said, you saw all the signs that he returned your feelings. "i say go for it! shoot your shot when you can, just be careful and know that me and neito are here for you and will beat him up if he dares hurt you." kendo was really on edge with him, it was as if shinsou got possessed and she knew something wasn't right, but if he made you happy she couldn't stop you. "thank you kendo~"

it was as if a switch was flipped, the Hitoshi shinsou that you hated was back and had more playthings than ever, make out sessions in the halls, skipping classes to fool around with anyone and what hurt the most was that he was avoiding you like the plague. “he is going through a phase right now, i promise he is better than this you saw how he was weeks ago please guys you have to believe me.” you were crying in monomas room about your ruined week. you knew what was the truth and that was that you were played, you were a fool to think that he was changing for the better. “i knew he was a jerk, y/n you deserve better than this, you deserve someone that will really appreciate you, someone that won’t have to change and will be who they really are in front of you..” you looked up from lap and stared at monoma and kendo. ‘these are my people, they will never betray me.’ “i love you guys,” you declared as you threw your arms around their necks and cried your heart out. ‘hitoshi shinsou you will pay for doing me dirty like this.’

kendo forced you to stay home and rest, you were stressed and not in the head space to be at school right now. it was now lunch and kendo was livid, and was stomping down the corridor to give a piece of your mind to the jerk that broke your heart. “shinsou, i got a bone to pick with you.” she yelled at the purple haired boy, ‘finally i can see how y/n is doing’ he completely misread her words and saw them as an invitation to act buddy buddy with her so he jogged over. however he was not expecting a fist to the face, “you undeniable monster! do you know what you did to her?! you gave her false hope and you have the audacity to think that you can get anything about how she is right now?” her words truly leaked poison and showed she was not playing around, he had hurt you, and he needed to repent. “you think your pathetic superiority complex is something to sneeze at and turn a blind eye to? you think that just because you can play with peoples emotions you’re better than everyone else? well here’s what i think.” groups of people were surrounding everyone and were listening to kendo’s rant, shinsou’s heart dropped, he knew what this meant, he had hurt you. with each sentence the gap between the two got smaller until she got into his face and continued.

“it is disgusting how you can switch your act to lower other people’s guard and once they do so they are underneath your discrepancy and you crush them with no mercy,” flashes of you trying to talk to the guy you liked were flashing into keno’s head, she watched as he broke you down until you were pieces and now she was there for you as you were hopelessly trying to pick them up. a breath broke her flow of thoughts and brought her a second of peace. “stay away from my best friend.” and thats when the world stopped for shinsou, he did all of this to protect himself, he was scared cause there was a chance you could’ve liked him back but he ignored that and hurt you instead. “i’m sorry..” was all that he could say at this point. he couldn’t express anything right now, he was malfunctioning. “it’s too late to say sorry.”

[livelovelaug-h]

Falling for the popular nerd part 2

Eric x reader

A/n; sorry for so many delays ive been having some tonsil pain or glands that I wasn't expecting and ugh it's weird. :((

@thefeetlesfan ♥️hope y'all like this.

Summary : your date with Eric after you meet him and his group of friends. You let your nerdy side come out even though you are Rich and Jackie doesn't approve. Will you and Eric be able to date? Donna and Eric are broken up this is around kinda where she started dating Casey but I'm not really making it one specific episode or anything. Enjoy and hello Wisconsin!!!!!

It was finally the day of your "date with Eric." The only person you could really tell was your mom but then she was over protective, about being with a guy alone. You were beyond excited. You could really be yourself around him. I mean of course you were still nervous as hell and worried wheather you looked good or not.

The hub

3:30 pm 1977

You walked in seeing Eric at the counter.

"hey y/n I got us a table."

"oh thanks. What a gentleman." He walked you over holding out your seat for you.

"that is i... You look really nice by the way."

"thank you", you blushed. "So how was school?"

"oh you know same old same old. Homework yay." You laughed.

After a little while he asked if you wanted to go see the new movie coming out.

"yeah sure im down."

"great so what that'll be our second date??" He asked.

"oh these are dates???" You asked bewildered.

"uh- uh no I -."

"Eric I'm kidding, this was a great first date. Im having a great time."

"oh good. Yeah- yeah I knew that." You both laughed it "well what was your favorite movie from last year? Besides star wars of course."

"well Rocky, but freaky Friday was great."

"but not as great as Rocky man. Hey what did you think of The Omen??"

"oh that movie was amazing. So many deaths, it was crazy."

"I think it was about like what 7 or 8?"

"10 but who was counting right? Haha" You gave him a cute smile, both of you laughing it off again.

"wow, see you are just so awesome."

"Thank you! So are you."

"thanks. well hey it's getting late, can I drive you home??."

"Sure. I would love that." You got out your wallet to distribute to the date.

"oh no please I got this y/n."

~~~

You walked into Eric's basement seeing the whole gang.

"hey Eric ready to go?" You ask your date.

"uh where are you guys going??" Jackie asked.

"to the movies?"

"as like a date?" Michael asked.

"no." You said, looking at Eric with soft eyes. Both of you knew that each of your groups were gonna make a big deal.

"well it seems that way. "

" guys we were just going out to hang."

"well if it's not a date then why don't we all come." Your eyes widened.

"okay. Yeah.. fine." Eric said. Everyone got up walking to the door Eric whispered sorry in your ear.

~~~

The movie was hard to watch with them talking and getting out of the car.

"Eric you took her to the drive in because you were so gonna make out with her."

He closed his eyes for a quick second. "no I wasn't."

"yeah right."

"Kelso shut up." Hyde smacked him in the arm.

"OWW."

~~~~

Eric drove everyone home and you were the second drop off.

"well I had ... fun thanks for taking me Eric. Have a good night"

"no problem and yeah me too. Night y/n."

"oh she is totally into you." Hyde said. "thanks for taking me." Donna and Hyde mimicked you with a high pitched voice.

"yeah she was practically throwing herself at you."

"Michael!! No she wasn't she is popular she doesn't want to go out with a nerd. We've already been through this."

"well yeah but we've ALREADY been on a date so ha Jackie suck on that."

"ew, When?"

"Two weeks ago."

"oh we are so gonna have a talk about that y/n!"

"or maybe you should just let them date. Who cares, Jackie you can't choose who dates who. This isn't a soap. Especially with these nerds."

"well, no offense Eric but I didn't like the way you treated Donna so I'm just looking out for my friend."

~~~~~

You're putting out the trash when Jackie walked over to you.

"why didn't you tell me you were going on a date with Eric?!! And that you already went on one?"

"well to be fair you were exactly being nice to Eric when we were trying to talk."

"I'm never nice to him." You sighed.

"Jackie, you don't think Eric is a good match just because he isn't rich, but that doesn't matter to me. He's cool and funny."

"Are we talking about the same Eric?"

"Jackie!"

"look, I get you like him somehow, but I just don't want to see you get hurt the same way Donna did."

"I think that's one of the nicest things you've ever said that wasn't about yourself."

"don't push it."

"thank you Jackie. I really appreciate you looking out for me, I don't know if he'll hurt me and if he does then I guess it's better than not trying with him. So you approve now?"

"well I don't approve but I think he makes you happy. If he hurts you I'll get Hyde to beat him up."

Haahah you laughed and hugged Jackie.

'thanks Jackie."

~~~~

You were hanging out at Eric's basement with the gang laughing while playing a game.

"man this is great. Look at all the happy couples. Jackie and hyde, Michael and Brooke, Donna and Casey, Eric and y/n and for Fez? I get no one. It's not fair!"

"aw Fez don't worry you just haven't really met anyone outside your circle you need to go mingle."

"hmm I guess your right. I'm going to go to the hub then! Don't wait up for me losers."

"I like his spirit."

"we should all go on a triple double date!" Michael said.

"ummm-"

Hyde stopped you, "let him have this."

Eric: "I mean I'm down."

You looked at him and smiled "me too."

"yeah let's do it."

"hey y/n it's almost 8:00 want me to drive you home?"

"yes please thank you. Bye guys."

~~~

You guys were singing some songs on the way there laughing hysterically, after 7 mins Eric pulled up to your house.

"you know, not to be all sappy and everything but you really do make me happy and actually have fun. I'm hoping you just don't ruin it by being a serial killer."

"you never know I might have stuff hidden in my basement."

"nah just the money in your Candy land game."

"wait you know about that too??"

"noooo..." You shook your head making you both laugh.

"no but seriously, I really like you and I feel the same way." Eric said.

"well I'm glad we're on one the same page then." You smiled evilly leaning in, Eric doing the same. It was a great kiss. His lips were so soft and you had butterflies in your stomach. You pulled back after a minute.

You: "wow, you're a great kisser, but I think... I have to try it again and see."

"then I guess we have to do it again."

"I think Soo."

[emitheduck]

Heal You (Aizawa x Reader)

Heal You (Aizawa x Reader)

A/N: my first anime insert and im freaking out I hope it’s not trash omg / takes place after nomu s1 -

“Oh, you’re up. Thank goodness, I was kind of getting a little worried.”

“Where the hell am I?” Aizawa asked trying his best to sit up in bed, only to notice that he was so weak, and moving seemed to be the most challenging thing.

He felt the bed dip slightly. “You’re in the hospital. UA got attacked, and you ended up here. I’m your nurse, (Y/n).” She told him. “You’ve been out for about a day.”

Instantly he remembered what had happened. The villains at the school, the man who seemed to disintegrate his skin, the giant monster who smashed his face into the ground. “How are my students?”

“They all left without injury last I heard. The only one that I heard that got hurt,  was some kid who broke his bones.” She told him as she stood up from the bed.

“Yeah that sounds like my class.” He sighed. “Why can’t I open my eyes?”

“So you had surgery to help reconstruct some of the bones around your eye. I’m actually here to remove the bandage and make sure that you can still see.” She told him. “I’m going to do that now, if it’s alright with you.”

He didn’t say anything, and (Y/n) took that as a sign to move forward. “Do you have a quirk?”

She gently grabbed the bandages that were covering his mouth, deciding that was an easy place to start peeling back the layers. “A really small healing quirk. I can pass on my energy to another person to help heal them. Works really well working here, but I was never trained and if I use too much of it, I pass out.” 

“You didn’t go to school for it?” He asked as she worked on freeing his nose.

“I went to medical school instead. Having a healing quirk is nice, but sometimes you need medicine too.” She paused, the last larger bandage covering his eyes was the only one left. “I’m going to get the one over your eyes, and I want you to keep them closed, okay?”

He grunted. “Whatever you say.”

(Y/n) slowly removed the bandage, looking over the large scar that was underneath his eye. “Does this hurt?” She asked him, using her quirk to try and lessen the scar the best she could.

“Should it?” He asked her while she used her other hand to push some of his hair away from his face.

“I get mixed reactions sometimes. Some people tell me it hurts, others tell me it’s nothing.” All his hair was away from his face, it was time for the true test. “Now, I want you to open your eyes.”

He slowly opened his eyes, his vision blurry at first, but after a few blinks he could clearly see the woman in front of him. He resisted the urge to blush, as she was so close to him with her hand still on his face.

“There you are.” She smiled, removing her hand from his face as she continued to push the hair away from his face. “You look so much better than when you first came in. Can you see okay?”

“Well, I’m looking at the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen, so I don’t think I’m blind.” He told her with a slight smirk.

(Y/n) blushed brightly, instantly stepping away from the bed, and he could tell it was because he flustered her (as it was pretty obvious). “I-I’ll go get some new bandages.”

Once she stepped out of the room, it was a doctor who walked in. “Good to see you’re awake Mr.Aizawa.” He smiled, pulling up a chair to sit next to the man. “You got really lucky, if (Y/n) wasn’t working in trauma, you might not be here today.”

“What do you mean?” Aizawa asked, trying his best to be able to sit up, finally finding the strength to do so.

“When you came in and we saw how badly injured you were, (Y/n) rushed over to you and used her quirk on you before you had surgery. Poor girl used it on you for almost four hours straight before we told her to stop. She passed out right when we took you for surgery.”

He was perplexed to say the least. “Did she say why?”

“She’s still pretty new to the hospital, and I’ll be honest, you’ve been the first real trauma patient we’ve had in a long time. Either way, she saved your life.” The doctor said as he stood up and moved the chair back. “For the next week, we want you to continue using bandages around your face to prevent infection. We’re also guessing your quirk should still work, but not as effective as it was. You really did get lucky.” He told him as he slipped out the door.

The room was silent for the next few minutes before the door opened and (Y/n) walked in holding a tray of bandages and creams, placing them on the bedside table as she sat down next to him to get to work, putting them back on his face.

“Why did you do it?” He asked as he closed his eyes, feeling her start to gently push away the hair that seemed to always stay in front of his face.

“Do what?” She asked, applying a thin layer of cream to the wound under his eyes before she placed the first bandage.

“Use your quirk on me for four hours straight. Use it for that long even if you knew it would drain you of all your energy.” He sighed as she moved her way down his face, starting to apply the bandages to his nose.

She paused, reaching down and holding his hand. “I saw you come in, and you looked like you were going to die. I was so afraid of seeing my favorite hero die, that I needed to do anything and everything I could to stop that.”

Now he was more confused than ever. “I’m your favorite hero?” Most people could pass him on the street and never even know he was, and he never did believe that he was anyones favorite hero.

“I was so worried that we were going to lose you. That’s why I did it, and yes, it’s very embarrassing. I’m going to go throw myself off the roof now if you don’t mind.” She told him, standing up from the bed.

He quickly grabbed her wrist, pulling her back down to sit on the bed. “Don’t be embarrassed. It’s the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me.” He sighed, not being the best with words to even articulate any sort of feelings. “I would be honored to help you learn your quirk.”

“Really?” (Y/n) squeaked, tears forming in her eyes as he gripped his hand tighter. “I would hug you right now, but I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Then why don’t you kiss me instead?” He smirked as she started to remove the bandages that she had placed over his eyes and nose.

She wiped her eyes. “I can’t tell if you’re joking or not.”

He chuckled under his breath. “It wouldn’t be something I would joke about.” He said as she leaned down, gently pressing her lips to his so carefully as to not break him. He pulled away slowly, a smile playing at his lips. “When I’m all better, I would really like to take you out sometime.”

“I would really enjoy that.”

--

Bonus: “Shota, I brought you flowers because that’s what best friends do.” All Might smiled as he seemed to just kick down the door, instantly coughing as he saw his friend making out with the nurse. “It seems I’ve interrupted..I-I hope to see you at school soon..”

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[skaterboyfriend]

stardew villagers - my farmer hc thoughts on them !! :)

i just failed my final exam so lets depression-eat and post shitty headcanons. will be writing as if its my opinion because my farmer is the cooler version of me (smarter, prettier, stronger, and bolder. i am none of those things!!)

abigail: kinda like that feeling like... aw sweetie you made it to level 4 in the mines <3 congrats!! you’re so epic babe anyway where should i stash this 8lb of monster guts

alex: jock... with no brain... and thinks hes the shit until you discover all his inflated ego is a coverup for his insecurities and youre like aww himbo :)

caroline: i feel like she deserves something other than being a housewife with some businessman who seems to care a bit more about the competition than her. i see her more alike to abigail when she was young, and wonder if she ever will embrace her wild side again...

clint: oh. the goatee guy... personally i think hes ok until he talks about other women and then im like *knife emoji (im on pc)*

demetrius: ok listen... tomatoes are... veggies. like those are its vibes so please take it as such. i also don’t like how hes pressuring maru into being the best of the best and how he seems to disregard his OTHER kid sebastian... like bro. please stop looking at the mushrooms please tell your stepson he’s doing great

elliott: the theater kid? with the long hair and the crab in his shirt pocket? smells of the salty oceanic breeze and wears birks? and youre asking me what i think of him??

emily: she is so neat... like a ltitle bundle of joy in blue hair... she always says the nicest things and is super positive!!! i love her :)

evelyn: aww i always find cookies in her trash so thats a plus! she’s neat :)

george: i mean, hes cranky and old but once i got close to him, hes so caring and kind in his weird way of making sure youre bundled up during the winter and youre eating enough food and youre careful in the mines. cute!

gus: he is so sweet with giving linus free food and being on everyone’s good side and sells me recipes and beer which i buy with a smile :)

haley: ok i know im ugly and smell, thanks for telling me like the millionth time. are ugly and smelly farmers your type by any chance?

harvey: ok harvey youre so timid and awkward and bashful and sweet in person but when i pass out and need an emergency surgery, then its all “you shouldnt push yourself” “you have to be careful young lady” “the bill comes out to 1000000000 gold”

jas: the sweetest... i LOVED when she started seeing me as a friend and giving me smiles and telling me about her toys and favorite things <3

jodi: MILF

kent: DILF

linus: he’s the first person i befriended, he’s really sweet and doesn’t deserve all the bad things that happened to him

leah: shes a neat artist! and i love that she likes drift wood so i dont just have to throw it away!

lewis: lewis is scared of me. he is threatened by me. i can dismantle his whole town: take role as governor, make everything sway to my will, force the villagers to adore me. i make 70k a day, i have a self-functioning farm that churns out starfruit jelly out the hooha while i make plans to thwart his reputation. i can and will make the whole town in my overalls’ pocket. he is terrified of me.

marnie: marnie sweetie you deserve better than lewis xx i will set you up with someone else... marlon and gil, by any chance??? 

maru: she’s cool i guess, i don’t really see her unless im heading in the clinic to buy tonics

pam: i dont really like her solely because of how she scares penny. i know what its like to have parents that scare you because of how they never seem to put down the bottle so i feel real bad for penny. i know alcoholism is not just something they choose to have a habit of, but its still :/

penny: like ^^ above, i really do feel bad for her and wish i can help her but her problems are way out of anyone’s hands

pierre: i dont like this guy. i don’t like how he sells people my things i sell to him, but claims its from him? anyone else get that message from the villagers?? 

robin: she’s super neat and i wish she’d dump demetrius for me

sam: KING!!!!!!!! <3 FAVORITE SKATER BOYFRIEND

sandy: she is sooo gorgeous and sweet and why cant i romance her?

sebastian: um. ok. he’s there i guess. like ya, i wish people respected him more via his work as a programmer and that he does deserve affection from his parents but like. im actually not a fan of him

shane: grrr i love him and i want whats best for him and he has the saddest heart events and deserves the world and is only mean because it reflects his own self hatred and </3

vincent: so valid... idk if its my expanded dialogue mod or in general but when he calls me auntie and calls me his favorite adult (don’t tell mom!) i literally... go crazy!!!!!!!!!!!!

wizard: how about you stop looking thru that crystal ball and look at me <3

[plaidshirtjimkirk]

i wish i had an awesome list of things i wrote in 2019, but there’s none to speak of. i probably hit 30k max or so. but i wanna talk about writing anyway. this is longgggg, sorry.

i have been and ever shall be a ridiculously passionate person. when i love something, i really really *really* love it. it takes over everything. it’s all i think about. i’ve always been this way. i had all of one friend when i was a child and i met her in preschool. we met up recently and she started naming all these series and characters i was obsessed with since i was 4. LOL the thing is, like... no one else liked these things, so she had to deal with me infodumping and reading my crappy fanfiction to her from elementary to middle school. (the fact that she still talks to me amazes me.)

my relationship with writing is complicated and im finally understanding why.

i started out with self insert stories when i was super young because there weren’t any other kids around besides my one awesome friend. i never felt lonely though because i had my stories.

i loved fictional characters. i self shipped. this led me to roleplaying. i found someone who was writing as a character i adored. we wrote together and then started dating. that was my first SO. not knowing any better, i remained in an abusive relationship for 7 years. my stories were my comfort and i can honestly say that writing saved my life. there’s a good ending to this situation. one day, i experienced a breath of fresh air and finally took the trash out.

i dabbled in drawing comics for a bit as i worked hard at my job. i met someone worth my love and effort. we loved each other so much that we maintained a relationship while living on opposite ends of the planet. as you can imagine, that was pretty lonely. writing helped me through it. i met some amazing people to write with during this time, including my bff @suitablyaggrieved.

the fandom we were in then was filled with toxic people however. my having an oc didn’t help things so i had to deal with harassment, even when i was minding my own damn business. got tired of that, took down my writing, and barely wrote a thing for about 3 years.

when i fell hard into trek, i decided i wanted to give fandom one more shot. i wanted to be in a community that loved the same things i did and figured it was worth the effort of trying. tbh i feel very lucky that my return to fandom was trek because yall are seriously some of the nicest people ever.

when i started this blog, i was just some rude dipshit who didn’t really think about the weight of my words. i said mean things but i didn’t care. it was whatever because it was my blog and i had 30 followers. the follower count grew though at some point, i thought about why i tested the waters of coming back to fandom and how grateful i was to splash land back in one like trek. i realized i wasn’t being the kind of person i wanted to be. i’m still a dipshit, just less rude now.

but the thing is that trek got me into writing again. and when i started, i felt like there were no limits. i wrote and wrote and wrote. i was telling stories about some things i’d been through and using characters as proxies. it was an interesting experience. i never wanted to stop...made me feel like i was doing something constructive when drama was going on in my work life.

everything was ok though because i had my words.............and then chronic illness caught up with me.

writing made me happy because i saw myself putting out lots of stories. but when it came to the point where i couldn’t write as much as i used to because i was in too much pain to even get out of bed, it started making me feel really depressed.

the truth is that i don’t have confidence in my work. i never did. i probably never will. it sucks when you spend all this time working on something, just to end up hating it. and with being the passionate person i am, the lower word count had me feeling like a complete failure. all or nothing. consistency or nothing. i know this is unhealthy. i also would never think anyone else was a failure for not writing as much. it was just...i had all these personal goals i wasn’t meeting.

at some point, i started feeling as though i couldn’t write ks anymore. there were a couple reasons for that but the main one was losing consistency. i didn’t feel like my work was ever anything special, but at least i was feeling productive. when that went out the window, i kinda looked back at all these words i put out and didn’t feel good about them.

i started writing for small pairings where the fandom was literally all of 2 people. i thought that maybe i could just post stories for a tiny audience, or even just for my own sake, and maybe being so worried about quality wouldn’t be such a big deal. i was kidding myself though. ofc it was. and it just made me feel worse about my writing. i didn’t know how to make it fun. instead of being pumped to start something new, all i could think about was how i’d suffer to put whatever story i was thinking of together and just end up hating. it felt like so much wasted effort.

i met some awesome new friends who encouraged me to make an oc again. it took such a long time but i did and i spent a few months privately posting fics about all of our ocs interacting. writing was slowly becoming fun again.

and that brings me to where i am today. i realize it’s been a crutch for me throughout life. i could throw myself into it, throw myself into stories that others wrote. with less energy to go around because of being in pain frequently, the amount i could do reduced drastically. i’m still trying to figure out how to cope with that, and how to not put so much pressure on myself to where i get stuck in an endless loop of self hating.

still, writing saved me. even though things got really complicated, im glad i had the experience of doing it and even though it sometimes stresses me the hell out, i want to keep at it...figure out how the same thing that helped me so many times before can do so again.

i’m not sure i can ever figure the confidence/self love thing out, but i think i can try to make words my friends again. people outside of fandom don’t get it and i guess i can’t blame them if they don’t have the experience. they think ff is some frivolous activity that has no merit, no quality, no bearing on anything. but it does on franchise, community, and individual levels.

anyway, sending good vibes to every content creator out there. let’s hang in there through the great times and bad. <3

[eldritchsurveys]

538.

ABOUT HIM

What’s his full name? >> I used to name him on surveys, but I’ve decided to stop doing that. I don’t have a good reason for doing it or not doing it, although I have plenty of theories and stories for why I would want to or not want to. The fact remains -- I just don’t want to anymore. (It’s bad enough I’m even taking this survey at all, but it has less to do with him and more to do with the fact that I do need to sort out some of this shit in my own head and surveys are good for that.) On surveys, I will call him Kris. What’s his birthdate? >> 14 March. How old is he? >> 30. How tall is he? >> Slightly shorter than me, I believe. What colour are his eyes? >> Some kind of hazel-y thing.

What colour is his hair? >> Brown.

Is he skinny, fat, or built? >> Skinny.

Would you say he’s more cute, hot, sexy, or ugly? >> He’s cute, I guess. I don’t know, he technically isn’t even my aesthetic “type” or whatever. It’s not his appearance that I was attracted to, but his appearance was fine. His siblings? >> He has one, but no relationship with them. His personality? >> A very complicated and sometimes entirely unpredictable ball of yarn. He has a disordered personality, so that’s just how it goes. How long did you two date for? >> It’s... complicated. We were together in fits and starts and never for long. I think we tried four different times, a few months at most each time, over the past 10 years. Where did you two meet? >> Xanga. What was you first impression of him? >> I really don’t remember, that was like 2010 or some shit. I think I got a more Ice King impression from him early on because that’s the way he presented himself back then. What was his first impression of you? >> I have no idea.

THE FIRST DATE

How old was he? >> We did not have a “first date”. How old were you? >> --- Who asked out who? >> --- Where did you two go on your date? >> --- Did you have fun? >> --- What did you wear? >> --- What did he wear? >> --- Did you guys kiss? >> --- Have sex? >> ---

THE RELATIONSHIP

What was the nicest thing he did for you? >> I don’t know. I don’t know how to rank that sort of thing, and I certainly have a more difficult time remembering kind things he did than... other things, seeing as there were way more “other things”. What was the nicest thing he said to you? >> ^^^ Did you ever make out? >> Yeah. Did he ever give you a present? >> Yeah. Did you ever give him a present? >> Yeah. Did you tell him you loved him? >> Yeah. Did you mean it? >> I did mean it. Whether my “love” was of any worth or not is a different story, but I definitely wasn’t lying. Did he tell you he loved you? >> Yeah. Did he mean it? >> How am I supposed to know? I believe that he meant it in the same way I did -- he wasn’t lying, but his kind of love did me (and him, it seems) no favours. Or, maybe I’m too optimistic. Like I said, I have no way of knowing. How far into the relationship was your first kiss? >> Early, I’m sure. Where were you guys when you first kissed? >> I have no way of remembering this. Did you feel anything in your stomach? >> *shrug*??? Ever get drunk together? >> Yeah.  Did you ever meet his parents? >> Yeah. I lived with him on several occasions, and he lives at home, so. Did they like you? >> I have no idea. I think his father didn’t like me after a while because Kris stopped liking me, so, you know. Sticking up for his son, and what-not. Which would have been fine if... I was the entire problem. I wasn’t. Did you like them? >> I don’t even remember anymore. I do remember being extremely pissed off when he took Kris’ side about everything. It’s a bit crazy-making when you have no one else around to look objectively at your situation and see the real problems, so you’re forced to take the blame for everything that goes wrong and you can’t even tell if you deserve to do so. Did he ever meet your parents? >> No. Did they like him? >> --- Did he like them? >> --- What was your favorite thing to do together? >> Smoke and talk, play Rock Band, go on nature walks, play with the cats, stuff like that, I guess.

How often did you talk on the phone? >> When we weren’t in the same house, we used the internet to communicate. Neither of us are phone people. Did you ever think you’d get married? >> No. Did he treat you right? >> He did not. And I understand why, a bit, but that doesn’t mean I’m any less hurt about it. Did you treat him right? >> I did not. And that’s the thing -- I’m never going to claim that everything I did and said was right and good, just like I’m never going to claim that everything he did and said was bad and mean. But despite what he thinks, I never set out to hurt him on purpose. I just wasn’t good for him, just like he wasn’t good for me. The unfortunate thing is that I didn’t realise that. Stupidity is my sin, not cruelty. (I almost wish cruelty had been my sin. Then I’d at least deserve what I got.) Was he ever abusive to you? >> I think “abusive” is a word I don’t want to use in this case. He has a personality disorder. Personality disorders inherently affect how you treat other people, usually negatively, despite your best interests or intentions -- especially if you are afraid that other person wants to hurt you. And apparently, I was often more of a threat than a comfort to him, so he treated me accordingly. Were you ever abusive to him? >> I don’t think so. I’ve been disrespectful and I’ve been standoffish, but like I said, I had no malicious intent. I was reacting to how I was being treated. Did he cheat on you? >> No. Did you cheat on him? >> No. For some reason, he is convinced that I did and am just a liar, which is... like, whatever. Sure. I might as well be, on top of all the other things. How far did you guys get? >> *shrug*?? Do you think the relationship was serious? >> I don’t know. I guess it never was. I wanted more out of it, but that was literally impossible.

THE BREAKUP

Who broke up with who? >> The last time, I cut it short. My intention was for us to go back to doing the friendship thing, but apparently I am not good enough friend material, either. What was the reason? >> The reason was that I was extremely stressed out. In the span of a month I had completely checked out of my life here at home because I was spending literally all of my energy and time in IMs with Kris, in vain and neverending cycles of arguments and reassurances and just... I don’t even know, anymore. I felt useless and drained and exhausted. I like to compare myself to a black hole, but I actually think he’d be a better example of a human black hole. You keep putting in and putting in and putting in but it’s never filled, never satisfied, never even happy for a moment. It constantly takes and takes and takes. And I was slowly starting to realise that I didn’t have to put up with that. I don’t know a whole lot about love, but I’m pretty sure the definition isn’t “sacrificing your entire self for the sake of someone who isn’t at all satisfied with you as you are”. And then he got mad at me and called me an abuser and trash and all this other shit, which just made horrible sense by that point. Did you cry? >> I don’t remember, now. That whole time period is a bit of a haze, for obvious reasons. But I’m sure I cried at some point, because I was pretty emotionally tapped out. Did he cry? >> How am I supposed to know what he did? He lives in a whole different state. Did you get mad? >> Oh, definitely. Anger is partly what got me out of the whole mess in the first place. Anger was my friend right then. Did he get mad? >> I’m guessing that’s what he was when he trashed me on tumblr. But I don’t actually know. Did you break up in real life/over the phone/ internet/etc? >> Over the internet, because that’s the only way we communicated. Where were you when it happened? >> Home, I think. Was anyone around? >> Maybe Sparrow was home at the time. I don’t remember, because like I said, I was not even fully present at home by then. When was your last kiss? >> That was definitely back in, like, 2012, the last time I actually went out to CO to be with him. When did you know it was over? >> I should have known in 2012, lmao, but like I said: stupidity. This last time, I knew it when I called it over. Do you regret the breakup? >> I sure don’t.

AFTER THE RELATIONSHIP

Did he get a new girlfriend? >> He seems to be single. Did you get a new boyfriend? >> I mean, I was with Sparrow at the time, and I’m still with her. Are you jealous? >> I have nothing to be jealous about. Is he jealous? >> We’re not in contact and I’m reasonably sure he has this blog blocked, so he also has nothing to be jealous about if he’s not paying attention to my life. Are you still friends? >> No. When was the last time you saw him? >> The last time I saw him in person was 2012.  Did you talk to each other? >> Well, probably not, by then. Do you miss him? >> No. Does he miss you? >> I assume not. I’m not even sure he was ever invested in me. I think he’s one of those people that just kind of... interprets other people as extensions of himself, or characters on a stage, or NPCs or something. So we’re only “real” when we’re immediately in his life, but even then we’re not real as in “real people with their own internal lives and feelings and needs” -- just real as in “people from whom I can get what I need/want”. And when we inevitably fail at that, because we’re... people... and not characters in his story, then he turns on us and discards us. Obviously, he doesn’t see it this way. He is the protagonist, after all. Do you guys have the same friends? >> No. Do you wish you were still together? >> Hell, no. I’m still mad at myself for even thinking "us” was a possibility. Like, the stupidity, sis... the stupidity... Does he wish you were still together? >> No. What would you do if he asked you out again right now? >> --- Do you sometimes cry over him? >> No. Sometimes I cry because I’m still recovering, and I am grieving the parts of myself that were ravaged so badly that they must be amputated and regrown. But I am crying for myself. Do you stalk him? >> No. Does he stalk you? >> No. I guess that’s the one good thing -- he’s the type of disordered personality that goes cold and burns all bridges, not the type that gets obsessive and stalks and threatens. I consider myself very fortunate. Has he changed at all? >> Sure, I guess. He’s very mercurial. Have you changed at all? >> I definitely have. I am also mercurial. Do you still have items of his? >> No. I still have a couple of things that he sent me, but that’s because they are useful -- like the Book That Takes Its Time, which is a cool book, and the Dark Tower shirt. I don’t attach those items to him, because they were gifts and therefore entirely mine. Do you have pictures of when you were together? >> Yeah, the Photobucket account that I put those photos on still exists. Do you only date guys that are like him? >> I actually have never been with anyone like him, which is partially why I was so stupid about it. The only other person that is even anywhere near similar was Sigma, but Sigma’s problems were a different sort (and not quite as damaging). Last thing I knew, though, Sigma also has the same personality disorder, so, yeah -- similar. My lesson is “BPD folk and me do not mix well and we will hurt each other very badly -- or, at least, I will hurt myself very badly and the other person will remember me as a villain”.

[exyjunkies]

im unsure if you’re still doing these and i apologize if you’re not! how about “you lied to me” (can’t recall the number and mobile sucks :( ) for gansey/noah? thank you and sorry again!

don’t apologize, i’m always going to be doing these!! it’s only a matter of whether i have time on my hands or not + whether or not my brain is up to it HAHA so since i have a few hours before i have to leave…

fic meme 1-100: czernsey + 31. “You lied to me.”

send me a pairing (preferably from aftg/trc) and a number and i’ll write you a drabble (1-50) (51-100)

“Hey.”

Gansey knew that particular voice, how he only got to hear it whenever he was alone in the room. Maybe he heard it because he was the only one in the room. It took him by surprise the first few times, but now, being used to it, he’s learned to be more sensitive. More aware of why Noah would be calling.

He only reached out to Gansey through the small, red compact phone he left for him, which appeared a few days after he died. It had appeared on top of the many strewn-out papers on Gansey’s desk, and Gansey was this close to throwing it out before it rang for the first time, just a few inches away from the trash bin.

Don’t you dare throw that away, Gansey, Noah’s voice said through the speaker. This is the only way I’ll be able to reach you.

Was hell really that uptight with its rules? Gansey remembered being amused. It was so ironic that hell of all places was keeping a close eye on Noah and his behavior.

Well, it’s already around 500 degrees here. Pissing off the boss man would make it worse. Cut me some slack.

“Noah,” Gansey greeted, holding the phone to his ear with his shoulder. He was busy with putting a few books away - Ronan had gotten particularly mouthy about how Monmouth was “a few steps away from being a garbage disposal”, and Matthew had laughed. He tiptoed, pushing a particular book further into the already crammed bookshelf.

“I hear things between the gang aren’t so… peachy.”

“You know, you can always tell Satan to stop playing with the real world.”

“It’s not that easy, Gansey. It’s human nature. Hell doesn’t even really have a say in worldly affairs.”

Gansey shook his head. Their lives haven’t been the best, that much he was willing to admit. Adam and Ronan were going through a tough time because Adam was studying in Yale - Adam was struggling with the moral dilemma of how much of a sin it was that he had chosen his studies over a proximal life with Ronan, and Ronan disapproved of having that much of a distance between the both of them. Blue was away on business herself, having joined a week-long environmental summit that was a few cities over. From her texts to Gansey, it seemed that her mood was growing exponentially worse by the day. And it was, to a certain level, starting to drive Gansey nuts.

“I don’t even know why you went to hell, Noah,” Gansey sighed, taking hold of the phone and walking over to this couch. He flopped onto it, looking up at the moths flying close to their ceiling light. “You’re probably the nicest one among us all.”

“I spent years lying to everyone around me about my being a ghost. That counts as a good enough sin to land me here. Besides, it’s not so bad. You get used to the temperature, and the work lessens with every person that gets sent down here. I’m practically a Satan favorite.”

Gansey laughed. “Well, you lied to me, and to the rest of us, and we didn’t give you so much shit for it.”

“Well. You’re not God, are you, Gansey?”

Exhaling, Gansey put a hand behind his head. “Heh. Yeah. Guess not.”

For a while, Gansey stared up into space, listening to the night crickets outside. He eyed the watch on his wrist, and saw that it was half-past ten. Only around fifteen minutes more until Ronan would arrive. Noah hadn’t spoken to Ronan in a long time, and for a while, it would have to stay that way. Now, Noah just wasn’t comfortable with talking to anyone else.

As if hearing this, Noah piped up, “How’s Lynch?”

“Same old, same old. The Barns is doing well. I always knew he had it in him.”

“Aglionby really was a shit way for him to spend all that time.”

“Aglionby was shit in general. If I didn’t like teaching there as much as I did, I would’ve quit a long time ago.”

“Oh yeah. That history professor gig still happening?”

“Very much so. Today, a student tried to one-up me on Glendower. Fucking crazy. He really thought he was the shit. I sent him to detention.”

He heard Noah scoff. “That’s the Gansey I know.”

A cold breeze wafted through the windows of Monmouth, light and singsong-y. It made a few papers float up and onto the ground, and Gansey shivered. He thrust his free hand into his jacket pocket, clenching it for some warmth.

“You know what,” Noah said, after a few moments. “I have a proposition.”

“What?”

“One of these days, I’ll be brave enough to sneak out of the Underworld -- not like it’s that hard to -- and be a ghost in the real world again, with you guys. Maybe not soon. But someday.”

Gansey thought this over silently, putting a leg up over the back of his couch.

“I mean, it’d be nice,” Noah continued, and Gansey could hear the wistfulness in his voice. “Just like old times.”

Gansey didn’t want to focus on the sadness in Noah’s tone, or on the heaviness in his own chest. He missed Noah terribly, and Noah missed them all the same. It’s been years, really, but was time really enough for them to forget?

With a person like Noah, Gansey supposed it truly wasn’t.

“I’d like that,” Gansey said, and he heard Noah sniff a bit. “Just like old times.”

“That’s all. Thanks for talking to me, Gans. I’ll go now.”

“Of course, Noah. Bye for now.”

“Bye.”

Noah hung up, and all Gansey had to listen to was the way the wind softly rifled through Monmouth, along with the somewhat steady beating of his heart.

[shinwnn]

college! jinwoo au

sokay jinwoo is s u p e r well known on campus because he's essentially the guy that’s always fun to be around and exudes confidence

he’s studying linguistics bc he’s fascinated with languages but also he just loves to talk and everyones always making jokes about how he’s so good with languages because he loves the sound of his own voice so much that he never shuts up

he also works at the campus radio station bc he just loves music so much!! AND he’s worked his way up to being a host so getting to play music & talk is basically the dream for him

everyone always tunes in during the hours that jinwoos hosting bc his taste in music is honestly amazing and he has the best radio voice and it makes everything he says sound interesting

you also listen to his show bc he honestly has never played a song you didn’t either already love or instantly fall in love with

but also you’re really beginning to hate this boy because the only reason you actually know him is because he lives right above you in the dorms

and he hosts the L O U D E S T parties that always happen to go till 4 am

usually you and your roommate fight over who has to go up and ask them to quiet down but tonight your roommate is out with some friends and its already 2 am you’re just laying in bed listening to the nonstop thudding sounds coming from above you & ur almost about to die because you have a 7:30 class tmrw

finally you force yourself out of bed and and into the hallway toward jinwoo’s room and you're so tired you're basically already half asleep

when you knock on the door and jinwoo comes out to see sleepy you in an oversized sweatshirt and leggings trying to form a coherent sentence ( it came out more like “the sound.. .too much.. please. stop.. the sound… theres a lot of it”) he can’t help but think you’re about the cutest thing he’s ever seen

and maybe if your eyes weren’t half closed and you weren’t entirely annoyed with the boy, you would’ve also thought he looked cute in his skinny jeans, t-shirt that was just a little bit too big, and perfectly messed up hair

but right now you're pretty much only focused on keeping yourself from completely collapsing in his door way

he feels really bad because you look like you're about to pass out but then his party has expanded to basically the whole floor and he’s lost the ability to control the noise level

he  looks around for a few seconds and without saying anything goes to try to shuffle people into rooms and closing the doors in attempt to quiet things down a little

in the meanwhile you're still standing there in the door way wondering if you should go back now but for some reason your feet aren't moving and wow the floor looks really comfortable right now

but then before you can go to ur final resting place on the floor, jinwoo is back in front of you and he notices that you're like not stable so he puts his hands on your shoulders to try and hold you up and he's like “sorry about everyone. i don’t know if i can do much more about the noise, but i hope that helped a little bit???... also are you okay???”

and no ur obviously not okay bc all you've wanted for the past 3 hrs is to go to bed but everything like 20x quieter now and its so peaceful so you just offer a sleepy smile and nod and turn around to head back toward ur room and ur bed

but then suddenly someones linked their arm with yours and its jin jin trying to be cute and gentlemanly and walk u back to ur room but mostly he's like 90% sure ur gonna collapse in the hall on the way back

ur initial reaction is !! heLLO STRANGER DANGER?? you've only talked to this boy like twice ??? and u sort of tug ur arm away

but jin jin reacts really quickly and like gently pulls u back and he's like “you look like you could use the help. c’mon-“

but even half asleep u does not want the pity of a random cute boy who throws loud parties and disturbs ur sleep so u slightly perk up and are like “ what’s that supposed to mean? are U trying to say I look BAD?”

and jin jin is kind of flustered and taken aback but immediately recovers bc pls this is park jinwoo

“actually i think you look pretty cute and id rather not wake up tomorrow morning to find that you tripped down the stairs to your death while going back to your room because you were too tired.”

so ur like annoyed but ur also like ,,,, fine, maybe i do need someone to make sure i don't die before i get back to my room and also you're kinda leaning into him while u guys are walking and its really nice not having to carry ur own weight

when u guys get to ur door jin jin leans against the frame as ur unlocking it and before u go in he decides to throw away any shred of pride he has and goes for the literally cheesiest line bc he’s never seen anyone look as cute as you do right now

“so, what about a good night kiss?”

u look up to see the brightest smile u have ever?? seen?? like how is he glowing right now but also ur like “did u really just say that”

and u see him get kinda embarrased and ur like woW IS PARK JINWOO THE GOLDEN BOY OF THE SCHOOL ACTUALLY BLUSHING RIGHT NOW??

he’s not really use to rejection bc he hasn't really met a girl he would put himself out there for (but lets be real even if he had, no one would've rejected him what are u doing??)

so he just looks down at the floor and puts his hand on his neck like “ha h a, , yeah, probably shouldn’t have”

but he looks really cute all flustered and you dunno why, tho its probabbly bc ur so tired that u don't actually know if any of this is really happening, but u give him a peck on the cheek and a quick good night before u go inside to ur sweet, sweet bed

n jin jin is just standing outside of ur room, stunned bc WOW ur an angel did that really just happen to him

by the time he gets back to his floor, the partying has pretty much died down to nothing since he really killed the mood when he started pushing people into their rooms for your sake

so he just goes to his room and his roommate mj is laying in bed on his phone (super calm for a change) and jin jin all but jumps on him like “you wouLD NOT BELIEVE WHAT JUST HAPPENED”

and ofc mj immediately is as awake as ever dying to know what

after telling mj every detail he basically goes to bed thinking about u being cute whereas youve been knocked out for the past 20 minutes without so much as a thought about it

the next day you’re up by 7 bc u want to get some food and coffee before class so you hit up a cafe on the way to the lecture hall and order your food and sit down at one of the tables to wait

you're running on about 4 hrs of sleep right now so you're not exactly at your prime and you're leaning on your arm while scrolling through your instagram when suddenly your hair is being ruffled and you hear “morning sleepyhead!”

you look up to see jin jin smiling his goofy smile and you’re like “okay firstly, never touch my hair ever again. secondly, why on earth are u up so early, u probably went to bed like … an hour ago”

so he’s like telling u about how he’s helping out around the studio during the morning radio show today and you guys start talking about his radio show and he finds out you listen and it makes him feel all warm and happy for some reason

and you guys start talking about music and you guys have pretty much the same taste and he slips in that he’s been working on some music with his roommate and a few friends and he just gets so excited talking about it

when he can tell that you’re genuinely interested and you ask him questions about their group (which he says is called astro) you can literally see his eyes lighting up and you’re losing track of time bc this is honestly one of the nicest conversations you've had in a long time with one of the nicest boys like, ever

but then u get a notification and see the time on your phone and it’s freaking 745!!!  ur already 15 min late to class and you're still like 10 min away from the hall so you grab your things and are like

“shoot im sorry i totally forgot about the time im late to my lecture”

and while you're cleaning up you just keep rambling about how you're screwed bc the class isn't recorded or anything and you don't know anyone you can get notes from and you had like 4 hours of sleep yesterday (which u remind him is his fault) and oh my goodness why is everything bad happening to you

and jin jins just sitting and sipping his coffee looking at you with most amused look on his face and you're still all flustered from being late and u go to throw ur trash away and

when ur back jin jin has ur book bag over his shoulder and his hands are in his pocket as if this is like a normal thing that u do everyday and ur just like ?? are u robbing me? give me my bag and hes like

“no, cmon i’m walking you to class”

and u don't have time to fight it and really you don't mind at all so you just head out the door toward your hall when u remember that he has to go to work and then u forget that you're totally late for class bc now you're worried for him being late for work and u try to grab ur bag from him and are like “o  my goSH JINWOO ur gonna be LATE for WORK”

but he completely ignores u and just keeps on walking and ur like ARE U LISTENING and he finally turns around and is just like

“i can afford to be a little late, they wont miss me. plus i’d much rather be with you”

and ofc be freaking winks at u and ur like oh my goodness that was cute but u just roll ur eyes and are like “okay fine, but don’t get used to walking me to places”

and u suddenly remember last nights events very clearly ending with u kissing him on the cheek and u get embarrassed

and it only gets worse when he's like “why? i thought i was pretty good at it, especially after the kiss you gave me for it last night. i was getting ready to transfer majors to physical education so i could work on my stamina and walk you to even further places. it was supposed to be our tradition, walking places. man it was gonna be good”

and ur annoyed bc you've never met someone so irritating yet likable. how does that even work? i dk, but park jinwoo does

when u guys get to ur lecture hall ur suddenly not in a rush at all to go inside bc as much as u hate to admit it to urself, you’d much rather hang out with jin jin

so now ur just standing face to face and he’s looking at you smiling his angelic smile and now its ur turn to contemplate what to do before you leave

and u just wrinkle ur nose before finally deciding to give him a quick peck on the cheek again and then ur just like “maybe that can be part of the tradition”

before he can say anything you've already grabbed ur bag and run into the hall and left him smiling like an idiot

when he gets to work he's still so happy and he’s in a good mood everyday but today it’s just like, intensified all his coworkers can tell he's happier than usual and they’re just like “had a good morning jin jin?” and he's like “GREAT MORNING”

meanwhile ur sitting in class like omg did i actually just do that? also why?

and then like 20 minutes later ur like okay i like park jinwoo

after you get out of class you head back to your dorm to work on some essays for a couple of hours and you see that it’s around the time that jin jin is hosting so you tune in

and after the song that’s playing ends you hear jin jin’s voice and he’s talking about his theory on how toy story and finding nemo are connected and all u can do is roll ur eyes and laugh

but then u hear him go “you should be out of class by now, so i hope you're listening. this next songs for you sleepyhead”  

u can hardly believe u just heard him say that and find u urself blushing & even more so when u realize the song that’s playing is pretty u by seventeen

right as you hear the last lines of the song “does she love me, does she love me not…” you get a text from jin jin

“pretty cool huh? i think that deserves a thank you”

to which you reply “you want me to thank you for passive aggressively dedicating songs to me?”

he eventually gets you to agree to let him take u out for dinner and you're so amazed with how comfortable you feel around him and how easily he makes u laugh

it’s just really perfect since u guys started officially dating

a lot of the songs being played during jin jins hours have suspiciously been love songs so much so that he started getting complaints and u had to force him to start playing other things

and as far as those parties that last till 3 am, lately jin jins been finding it a lot more appealing to just sit on the couch with you sharing a blanket and exchanging sleepy kisses as you listen to music

[fridgeleech-archive]

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[dustingrayves]

appetency

Pairing: elsain [RSEE] Rating: K WC: 1983   AU: popstar EE/pyrotechnician RS Category: P I N I NG Notes: im sorry theyre gay and suffering,,, but theyre gay,,,,,,

Erblu's sigh is relief incarnated.

He shucks his gloves off and his jacket follows, only ending on a hanger because he's standing next to it.

The few technicians left backstage laugh; they all know Erblu gets like this after a show. Then again, who could blame him? Singing and dancing in the high-powered lights, with the addition of his eccentric costumes and the stage effects, must be pretty tiring in itself. Not to mention the boy had performed two encores and had a signing right after that.

"Good work today, everyone!"

And yet, he still has it in him to give them that dazzling smile, all too wide and innocent.

Some people say it back, patting him on the back as they pack up, but the star makes his way back to the main arena, straight to the technician tinkering with something at the base of the walkway. Erblu kneels down to the redheaded boy, watching him take components out of brightly colored boxes to throw into the trash.

"Those green flame pillars," he says, "Those were new. I loved them!"

The boy — his tag reads Rune, with a cute little flames drawn around the name. He knows, because he drew them there himself — looks up with a twinkle in his eyes that's a firework in itself. He smiles, and it creates dimples on his cheeks.

"You noticed!" he exclaims, sounding surprised that the singer did. "I found a cool fireworks company and their stuff is fucking great! All of that? One hundred percent real. I had to spend two hours finding a loophole in the rules so I could use it, but it paid off! You looked so great today!"

Erblu's glad that he still has a flush from before, because otherwise Rune's words would make one appear on his cheeks and he's have to explain it.

"Thanks! It's all thanks to you guys!"

Rune is just about done with… whatever it is he's doing when the head of security, a tall, dark-skinned man with a prosthetic scary enough to fend off most people by itself (his name is Ref and he's actually one of the nicest people on the team, if they're being honest) comes to them, a pair of girls in his tow.

"These ladies insisted on seeing you, Erblu," Ref tells them, folding his arms. His expression tells them they'd somehow managed to sneak past the security and threatened to sue them if they couldn't get to their idol.

"It's all right, thank you, Ref. Now, what would these beautiful ladies want?"

Ref shakes his head at Erblu and shifts on the balls of his heels. "Nope, I'm staying right here," he says.

Rune's expression shifts into a scowl and he also straightens out, taking the box of trash into his arms. "Good idea," he mutters darkly.

The incident when a fan went so far as to try and cut off one of Erblu's fingers is still fresh in all their minds. Only thanks to Ref and Roy, who managed to detain him, did Erblu escape unscathed.

The girls giggle, one pushing the other forward. The girl, short and barely reaching Erblu's shoulders, has a cute blonde braid, shifting whenever she shuffles, and she shuffles a lot. From behind her back, she presents a heart-shaped, pink box of chocolate, holding it out for Erblu.

"I-I've fallen in love with you!" the girl exclaims, squeezing her eyes closed in embarrassment. "P-Please go out with me!"

Erblu offers her a soft smile, brows drawn together. "I'm sorry, I can't accept. I don't even know you… Plus, there's already someone I like."

It's more than obvious Erblu i being nice to the girl, but even so she erupts in tears, sobs tearing out of her throat. He friend and Ref have to escort her out, box of chocolates left fallen  to the ground only to be picked up by Erblu.

"I feel a bit bad," he confesses, running his fingers over the box softly, "But they'd be all disappointed. I mean, they fall in love with an idol, someone who's always perfect, but that's not… me."

"Hm, I think you're plenty cool off stage too," Rune mutters, carrying the box to the back entrance where he throws it to the garbage bin. Erblu follows him,  having nothing better to do just yet.

"Did you really mean that, Mochi?" Rune asks out of nowhere, when he seems done with his job and sitting on a bench covered by costumes.

Erblu, sitting next to him and playing with a bottle of ice tea, looks at him, blinking in confusion. "Mean what?"

"That you like someone. Who is it? Tell me, come on!"

Erblu snorts, looking away and taking a sip of the tea. "Right, so you can make fun of me. I'm not telling you."

"I won't make fun of you! Come on, tell me!" Rune pouts, sticking his bottom lip out. Erblu doesn't even have to look to know.

"I'm not gonna tell you," Erblu repeats, recapping the bottle and setting it down to stretch. His back makes a satisfying sound in agreement.

"But you do like someone then, Mochi," Rune deduces, and all Erblu can do is sigh as he picks up the pink box of chocolates.

He opens it and angles it towards the redhead. "You want a chocolate? It'd be a shame if they went to waste."

Sighing as well, Rune reaches to grab one. They're good, with a whole nut inside accompanied by nougat. Though he can't savor it fully, because his insides are squeezing tightly and even swallowing the half-melted piece of choco is tough.

Erblu likes someone. Well, of course he would, he knows so many talented performers, after all.

Rune never had a chance to begin with.

Ref brings a whole armful of  heart-shaped candy and letters. Rune spies a plethora of love letters and also cute plushies, no bigger than keychain-sized. He feels a pang in his chest as Ref dumps them unceremoniously onto the already cluttered backstage table, along with a huff.

Ref doesn't like being a busboy for the gifts, but he does it anyway.

The way Mochi beams up and practically skips to the pile with glee also does things to Rune's chest, and he hates it. Hates how happy it makes Mochi when he's showered in compliments and love and gifts. Hates how angry it makes him at himself, because shouldn't he be happy?

'You're jealous,' he thinks, and then immediately shuns his inner voice. It may be right, but he doesn't want to admit it. Why would he be jealous anyway?

He wants Mochi to smile like that at him, be so gleeful when Rune is the one who gets him something.

Erblu picks up a box of candy and turns to him with that dazzling smile. "Good job today, everyone! Anyone want some candies?"

And doesn't Mochi already do that? He smiles at Rune like the shining star he is. He is so excited whenever Rune alters the visuals without telling him beforehand. Shouldn't he be happy with just that? Shouldn't he be happy when Mochi comes bounding to him and envelops him in a hug, exclaiming, "You made the fires so good tonight as well! It was amazing!" and then shoving the yellow pack of candies almost right up in his face?

He takes one of the chewy candies and pops it into his mouth, if only to see Mochi's smile widening even further. He looks like he's still on stage, with the bright light shining on him and making him seem like he's glowing.

The tugging at Rune's chest worsens, but in a different sense. It isn't particularly painful anymore, instead it feels warm. He wants to keep looking at Mochi like this, but the taller man turns away to offer the candies to the rest of the crew.

Rune stands there for a moment longer, as if rooted to the spot, looking at the singer's cheerful demeanor with a pounding heart and sweet taste clinging to the inside of his mouth. The box of his used fireworks is still in his frozen hands.

Mochi is always so nice — it's not surprising that so many people love him. And then there's him; a short pyrotechnician with nothing going for him aside from his proficiency with fire.

He puts the box away and gets around to continuing cleaning up after the performance. He'd used so many fireworks tonight, after all.

There's a tightness to his chest, a breathlessness that'll take a while to go away, he knows, but he still can't help his smile, or the way he almost runs to the backstage room.

The sounds of the fans leaving the arena get gradually quieter and quieter, until it's just the crew running around and ridding the place of their presence. They've been here an hour longer than planned already, all because he couldn't say no to the fans' pleas for an encore.

The usual bunch is already in the room, running around the wooden panels and various prop stands with mastery like no others. Rune has a stack of boxes with the used up fireworks ready to go into the trash.

As usual, the fire show was a spectacle — for the audience as much as for him. Even after all the shows they'd worked on together, Rune can still surprise him with all the creative ways he can handle the colorful fireworks.

He's long since gotten used to the feeling of fire going off right next to him, but there is always something exhilarating about it, when a pop of color goes off when he doesn't expect it.

But he trusts Rune, and somewhere down the road he'd even asked the redhead not to tell him what he's planning for the next show. Rune always knows the schedule and choreography, so Erblu is never scared of the fireworks going off too close for comfort for the others. And it always pays off - the show is always amazing, and Erblu is so happy that his fans get what they pay for.

"Rune!" Erblu exclaims, his voice going higher than it does when he sings. For some reason it always surprises people, how easily he switches between voices after shows. He envelops the boy in his arms and squeezes, like their usual routine. Rune is warm and doesn't hesitate to wrap his arms around Erblu as well, much to the chagrin of the singer's already pounding heart. "Great job! I loved the green lights at the end!"

That floaty feeling of breathlessness fills him up to the brim and he smiles at the shorter boy. He's sure his own face is flushed red from exertion, but when he sees Rune's going red at the praise as well, he feels unrealistically happy.

"Thank you," Rune mumbles, looking away from the silver haired man. "You did great tonight as well! Everyone was blown away!"

"That's all your work! I just sang and did some dance moves," Mochi says, like that isn't why all the people come to the concert or. Like that isn't all a concert is.

Rune has known Mochi long enough to know he really means it, that he really thinks it's all the crew's work and he's just there for the looks.

But Rune knows the charm Mochi has on people, knows he can get them all to cheer with just one wave of a hand. And he has to admit he's right there with the crowd, staring so intently he forgets his cues a few times too many. But he can't help it; he loves seeing Mochi on stage, covered in blinding light that seems to accentuate all his good features — which is all of them, honestly.

He doesn't say anything and lets the star help him move the boxes to the trash.