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#im really glad i have my bf#he's really helped me get through some rough shit lately#found out a group of friends i thought i was close to made a group chat without me#it was because one of their gfs dislikes me#if they had told me i would have understood#but instead i was blocked without a word by someone i really thought cared more#and got to watch as the chat got quieter. and quieter. and quieter.#for months i wondered what i had done wrong#i thought#surely they're just busy with college and life#at one point it even occurred to me that they had done just that#but i stupidly brushed the thought away because#surely they wouldn't do that to me were friends right#hahahah#I honestly would have killed myself if it wasn't for my boyfriend#i think the most fucked up part is we're all grown ass adults#im the youngest at 22#it's so juvenile but holy shit has it fucked with me#i get So Fucking Paranoid if a friend doesn't respond to me within what i deem to be a reasonable amount of time#which is a new development since I've had it confirmed that they did this
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cross stitched chopper on 14 count aida cloth with dmc threads. this ended up being 8439 stitches + the outlines!
for my first piece of fanart ever i am really really happy with how this turned out :]
screenshot of chopper i was.... re-cross stitching???? is below the cut
#one piece#tony tony chopper#op chopper#one piece fanart#op fanart#cait.art#<- omg new .cait tag goes crazy#never thought it would exist#cross stitch really is my true love and im so glad i finally got to make fanart with it#this originally was gonna be on a shirt for my bf for christmas#pattern ended up a bit big for that so now im giving it to him in a frame instead of on a shirt#but yeah i am really happy with how this turned out#i do know what id need to work on for any future projects should they happen#hopefully they do i have so much fun the past few days#anyways that was 5 days straight of only cross stitch my arms and wrists are fucking tired 😭
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ATFC s1e8 Jerry has me fucking sick to my stomach about Simon's, "Wha- No, no! Why would I??"
I kinda am wondering if his lack of reaching Chaos Betty is maybe bc she now doesn't want him to reach her. If she's still kinda Betty, anyway.
Edit: I just finished my second rewatch and I do wonder where Golbetty is portalling him. 👀
#i mean. if i became half chaos deity & i could see the beginning & end of all & then realized the love of my life never really saw me......#i might block and fuck up his attempts to reach me too#did he ever give a damn about her career?? like in their 'normal' human lives??#she became useful for his work. would they have even bonded over her work??? did they at all in the original AT? bc i dont think so. :(#also he tried to not listen to her until she just said her thoughts on the vase or ran over the snake rocks. like she wasn't potentially#intelligent to him until she proved she was actually intelligent to him. like he just assumed he new better until she just did what she had#to do to prove herself. it was actually annoying to me the whole time. :(#i was glad that he wanted her to take credit for the expedition with him... but he also didnt fight for her there???#im kinda mad at Betty at that moment too. Betty. darling. you did work too lol#ugh. i hate that Simon is just “why would i go with her??” simon is a dumbass. hes all girldad but im wondering if he was a onesided bf :(#adventure time: fionna & cake#adventure time: fionna and cake#atfc#atfc s1e8#simon petrikov#betty grof#chaos betty#golbetty#aunt posting
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Ed vent
Ed recovery us tough man, I'm at a healthy weight for the first time since I can remember but all I can think about is how life was almost 15 kg lighter and it ruins my entire week. Everything I think about is that stupid fucking number on the scale and how it won't fucking go down. Especially with how deep I've gotten into jirai just the thought that I would've fit into all my dream pieces but now definitely would not makes everything so much worse. I've been beating myself over it so badly sigh I was miserable but at least my stomach was flat and my thighs didn't touch and I got compliments all the time. Now I'm just me and nothing fits me right and I hate it.
#vent#tw ed#ed#eating disoder trigger warning#with that being said i still have to make my bf proud and at least eat one meal today so im off to cook at amost 11 pm#sigh#im just really glad i have a good support system irl atm
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second course: 2
#crowferi#crowley eusford#ferid bathory#owari no seraph#ons#read my bfs fic read it read it read it READ IT R#i oroginaly had a blue mermaid ferid but i changed my MIND and km GLAD I DID#i mean he looked cool but . um. it was not his colour#so i thought red would work best since there was more red in the painting and ummmyeah :3#btw i did the entire thing in less than 24 hours bc im a very special boy#im kinda sad i feel like i rushed it but i really do like how it looks i havent been able to paint in a while and i enjoy it#more fanart to come!! i just wanted to post this one but ill drop some more fanart of this fic in one post later i have silly ones coming#up hehehe#my art#god i always forget that one
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My ex when we were dating: ummmm I know do it all the time but can you not talk about finding fictional characters attractive?? It makes me insecure :/
Meanwhile my boyfriend when I say the most heinous, toe curling shit about Plastic Man:
#my ex was such a shithead lol#but im glad i have my bf now were really on the same wavelength#meffy rambles
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oh also we were worried our copy of technical ecstasy was fucked up but my record player was just being stupid it plays fine. that’s four sabbath first pressings now i think
#master of reality + vol 4 + this one + heaven & hell. also have a repressing of sabotage#i wanna get first pressings of all the ozzy + dio shit but i love sabotage so fucking much i got it on impulse#surprised i haven’t done the same w paranoid cuz thats my fav ozzy sabbath but im too stubborn#really glad we have master of reality tho its my bfs favorite sabbath record :)
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seems like we are at the crying part of the illness.
#we can postpone cjristmas#gonna talk in da tags for a bit because a post full of perosmal info feels so gross#ive been crying on and off for hours. km so upset being atuck in my fucking room with covid while nobody else is sick at all#and im glad nonody is sick im just so fucking lonely#started symptoms on friday#twsted neg fri and sat. didnt test sundah cause i dont have a lot. tested monday and was psorive#literally slept with my bf all of those nights#shared weed pen on sunday with ofher roommate#nobody else is sick#i just feel so sad and tired. im used to himan or cat affection daily and ive had none. i feel so lonley and trapped#i did everythjng right to avoid being sick and my bf was also with me that whole day and he didnt get sick#i feel stupid weak and pathetic for gettinf sixk. i dont have symptoms anymore but atill positive#im so fucking sad and i can hear people hanging out and they are havjng fun and im glad but im jealous#im so sad and lonely. i want to wrap things for christmas and do more stockjng sruffer shopping. i want to watch movjes with people#i love holidays because i love to hang out with my friends and i fucking cant amd today especially its really tearing me up#my bf is upset that im no communicating and hes trying to cheer me up but everything is making me misribke and i dont know how to stop it#i like to do things for people when theyre sick and i know everyone isnt like me but it hurts to not have that done for me#offering to order food is nice bjt j want skmething made for me but nkbody is as good as i am at making things and i dont want to ask#i dont want to bother people but im literally breakkng down today. cant atop fucjing crying and i feel weak and pathetic. stupid#i tried so hard not to get sick and they are saying o dont want to fucking do that#id rather everyone open stockjngs and do presents without me because im tired of not saying what i got people i want tk show people#i like wrapping gifts and nobody wants me to toich anything because of cocid so others are wrapping things from me for me#i dont know its all very stupid but i feel very alone but also dont want people joking at me to make me feel better. im just mad and sad#ok im done now:) ill post a drawing later#nap time#text
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So much change going on with apex since I’ve returned (as always) but still managed 4 BR wins seperate occasions 💪
#gaming#gamers#text#playstation#ps5#apex#apex legends#psn#still toxic gameplay from others and myself but hey! don’t mess with me :-)#straight shooter?! what?!#glad big team deathmatch is back tho#some maps im getting better at#seem to do better when I take breaks in between playing#having a life basically lol#still no idea how the battle packs work 🫡#gaming multiplayer#multiplayer shooter#think bf has ditched cod now too lol#should really edit some of my gameplay#never seem to complete a season badge bar one which was like a. season or two ago#don’t even have all legends unlocked 💀#some I cba to try out#right place right time
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me when im simply immortalizing all ur tags
where you are
pairing: todoroki shouto x gn! reader status: standalone, drabble, completed wc: 2192
contains: sfw, fluff, pre-established relationship. written w/ female reader in mind, but no pronouns used. reader wears lip gloss.
note: i wrote a thing... this is unbearably selfship coded like . do not perceive me . thank u to @sleepynoons for beta-ing and encouraging this piece, could not have written this without u ! <3
For most of his life, Shouto has thought that the Todoroki residence purportedly fits every definition of the word home.
And for much of it, it does. Home to him has always been characterized by a roof over his head, a bed to sleep in, and food to eat. Save for the few years when the latter could still be withheld— until he’d outgrown the tactic, it otherwise checks off every one of these marks. Just like his UA dorm, in that it’s functionally the same— he sleeps there, eats there, trains there, and studies there, so they’re both homes in that sense, but it’s still different, even though he’s fairly certain he still likes the dorm more.
There’s reasons for that, too. It’s unfortunate that he isn’t able to see Fuyumi or Natsuo nearly as often, but that’s almost canceled out by the overwhelming wave of positives— it’s closer to classes, his father isn’t there, but his friends are, and most importantly, so are you. But it’s not a home, not in the way the Todoroki residence is, because it’s not the place where his family by blood stays, where he’s grown up in, nor is it going to be a place he can return to after he graduates. And that, he thinks, is the most fundamental distinction, because home should not be a place of impermanence. Home should be—
Shouto’s not quite sure. It’s not something he dwells on very much, or at all, and he doesn’t, not really, until you prompt the thought one evening, late in third year.
You’re watching the sunset through the glass of your dorm window. He’s not certain about the exact date. There’s been too many things recently to really keep track— it’s sometime in March, certainly, close to graduation, and one of the rare moments of downtime between internships and training and classes. Your hands are in his hair, with his head in your lap, and he’s pretty sure you think his eyes are closed, which is why you prod him. It’s a gentle touch, finger to cheek; not quite enough to startle him from sleep, but just firm enough to capture his attention, if awake.
Obligingly, he opens his eyes. And he must’ve been feigning it well enough, because you look acutely surprised when he does, though he doesn’t need to fake the timbre of his voice. Your lap makes for quite the comfortable pillow, and he’s not sure if it’s the languid way the sun’s draping across him, or just your presence that has sleep coloring his tone. “What is it?”
Gold paints your skin, dappling across your face. Your eyes turn once again to the window, though not before you poke at him again. Harder this time, now that you know he’s awake.
“Sun’s setting. Thought you’d want to see.”
He knows— he’s been watching, and though you’re absentminded as you say it, there’s a warmth that has his own mouth curving in turn. “It’s as beautiful as always.”
You glance back, make a face. Half-scrunched, half pout. “You’re not even looking.”
He doesn’t need to look to know it’s beautiful, and that wasn’t what he’d been staring at, anyways. Still, he obliges you. “Do tell, what else was I supposed to be looking at?”
You catch his meaning. Shouto lets you tug him up this time, to hide your fluster. His head turns at your touch, and he blinks at the glare, the way it blinds him, before you move to shield his eyes.
“The clouds, dummy. Not the sun.”
A hum. He turns his head to the side, and meets your gaze. You’re still pouting a little, and he can’t help the laugh, the crinkle of his eyes, the way his hand moves, feather-soft as it thumbs over your cheek. “I do wonder where you’d heard that from.”
Petulance etches its way onto your features at the tone. “Stop teasing.” You frown at him for it, but there’s no heat, even as you swat him away.
He can’t help the way he leans in then, nor the way his hands find home on your hips, nor how he pulls you close to deepen it. You’re soft against him, the feel of you heady, sweet on his tongue. Something to be savored, as you are, slow and meticulous. And he means to, but then you draw away first. Too soon for his liking, before he’s gotten a proper chance to taste, but the gloss you leave on his lips will have to do— your chest is heaving a little, cheeks flushed mellow.
Satisfaction curls within him, preening and languid, at the sight.
“What was that for?” You ask, still slightly breathless, and he’s not quite sure, though he thinks he should really initiate more often if you’ll end up looking— and sounding— like this. But then your eyes narrow. “I thought we’d agreed to wipe that from memory.”
“We did,” Shouto agrees, amiable. There’s a smile on his face— one that has you whacking at him as he lifts you, but you don’t otherwise protest the movement. He shifts, moving you with him until his back hits the headboard— seated on his lap, the hands on your hips are the only reason you don’t sprawl completely upon him.
You press the tip of an accusatory finger to his lips before he can even think of acting upon his next impulse. “Kisses won’t excuse you from your actions, mister.”
His smile widens, brushing one slyly against said finger. “Forgive me,” he says, half-teasing, though his features are wiped blank, tone appropriately somber. “It won’t happen again.”
A promise, and one the both of you know very well is a lie. You still sniff, anyway. “It had better not,” you say, and he hears your words, watches your mouth form the shapes.
He knows you well enough by now to tell instantly that your haughtiness is feigned. But what he registers is the gold in your hair, the sun framing your face— the way it haloes around you, like something otherworldly, something ethereal. A vision, he thinks. Free of shadow, even amidst the light.
And he hadn’t meant to ask you this early, but there’s a softness to the moment, to the way you’re looking at him, contrary to your tone, the way you are, that has the words escaping before he can think better of it.
“What would you want in a home?”
You blink. There’s surprise there, though he’s not sure if it’s because he’d asked, or the idea itself. “Our home?” You ask, and he thinks— what else?
“... did you plan on living apart even after we marry?”
Reassurance settles into him at the expression that instantly graces your face. It seems you find the notion just as ridiculous.
“I mean, I thought we would move in together eventually, I just wasn’t sure if you’d want it,” you admit— of course I would, bubbles up in his throat, but you amend the words before he can voice it. “Well, at least not so soon.”
He thumbs over the curve of your hip, takes a breath. Just to seem as if it’s a natural progression of thought. “We could right after graduation, if you’d like.”
“Shouto, that’s literally less than a month away. I know we both have jobs lined up, but how are we going to find a place, let alone the money?”
He opens his mouth. You shoot him a look.
“I’m contributing half. That’s non-negotiable. And you’re not using your inheritance to pay.”
This is not entirely out of the realm of expectation. You’ve made your stance quite clear; insistent on paying an equal share of the dates, but he still exaggerates the sulk of his mouth a little— enough that you lean forward to press a kiss to the corner of it, as if to soothe the sting.
There’s a faraway look in your eyes, though, the one you get while you’re thinking, like you’re about to indulge him, so he doesn’t press. You ponder like that for a moment.
“I’d like tatami mats, I think. Traditional decor would be nice, and I’m thinking of something minimalist.”
An eyebrow raises. “I wasn’t asking for what you think I’d like.” His free hand— the one not braced on your hip— reaches up to hold yours to his chest, before you can draw away.
You smile, and there’s a hint of well-meaning guilt to it— you’ve been caught, and you know it. “Well, simple is more, right? Something well-lit, where we could watch the sun?”
“That’s still not much of an answer,” and you seem to sense that this isn’t something he’ll relent in, because you lean forward to tuck yourself into the crook of his neck.
There, you grouse against him. “I don’t know. I’ll like what you like.”
The warmth it lights in his chest is akin to the feel of your breath. His laugh comes, a soft rumble.
“I’m serious.”
You’re sulking, he thinks. The tone of your voice certainly seems to suggest it, and the hand that he finds doesn’t curl into his immediately. You can’t see his face, but he still smiles, wry.
“Tell me? Please?”
You don’t respond, but you don’t pull your hand away as he laces his fingers between yours. And it takes you the whole of a moment, but you seem to have come to a decision, because he feels the sigh leave you.
“It really doesn’t matter to me,” you say, and Shouto can tell you’re not done, because your next breath comes posthaste. “And I mean it, like, I’ve thought about it before, and—” You huff into his neck. “Promise you won’t laugh.”
He smiles at the way you bump your chin against his collarbone. Once, then twice— he relents only because he’s fairly certain it’s hurting you more than it does him. “I won’t.”
“You promise?”
“I promise I won’t laugh.”
You’re embarrassed to say it. He’s usually not very good at these things, but he’s always been able to tell when it comes to you, and it’s evident from the way you quieten, press yourself into him. But he waits, as he always does, because it’s not that you don’t want to tell him, and you do, though it comes in a rush. “Home for me is wherever you are,” you say, and he’s the one to pause, then.
He’s not sure why it strikes him so much. Maybe it’s the way you’ve muttered them, though it’s barely audible, like a soft prayer, silent reverence, your breath like a simple supplication across his skin. He wonders if you can feel the warmth of it, sense the flush that seems to be creeping across his face, if you can hear his heart, how fast it’s beating, and you must, because he can feel the drumming of yours. Maybe it’s the vulnerability of the moment, or maybe it’s just because it’s you. But—
( Home for me is wherever you are, you say, and this is what it is, he thinks. This is the distinction between a home and a place that has been lived in; the fundamental difference that lies beyond a roof over his head, a bed to sleep in, and food to eat. Home is not a house where he has lived the most of his childhood and then adolescent years, where he’d learned to walk quiet in— first to avoid the titanic temper that ruled it, and then to skirt the hauntings of all that had happened; of the living and the gone and the dead, in the years to come after. Home is not that house, nor is it necessarily the place he has come to create the bulk of his fondest memories in, even though it is a place where he has no longer come to walk quietly by instinct in, but by choice. Home is not a place of impermanence, but that does not mean it is necessarily a place defined by permanence, even if he still thinks it should be something similar, though maybe not quite— )
Home for me is wherever you are, you say, and it’s all he can do to press a kiss to your shoulder, half atop the ratty fabric of your tee, and half upon the bare skin that lies beneath, to tamp down the beat of his heart— one that seems like it’s swelling too large for the confines of his chest. The feeling that wells up in him is an alien one, he thinks, not quite unfamiliar, but one he’s only really come to feel as of recent, and only ever around you.
You spend a moment like that. You, with your face tucked into the crook of his neck, and him into yours, mute from the way his throat squeezes, vicelike and tight. But your fingers— the ones laced in his— curl, gentle but firm, and he clutches at them the same way he breathes you in; pressing feather-light worship to the column of your skin.
( Home he thinks, is something of a feeling. )
Home, he thinks, is something just like this.
#srb#hfa;lkdsfj im so happy the og version also made u want to comment 'im on my knees' LOL#bc i look back on it and think like . wow . editing really does wonders#i actually put my whole writerussy into trying to make it as soft as possible bc i wanted there to be a specific overall vibe#so im glad u thought it came through with the actions !!! ALSO THE KISS SCENE IM STILL AHSDLKFJ#me when i have to use vague descriptions (that will be reused in every kiss scene i write from this point on) gg.#i also find kisses sorta gross irl AHDFHSH so im honored that u'd want to find a bf to reenact it ?? but pls find urself a good bf if u do#<33#i hc shouto is the cheekiest mf ever so im also glad that was portrayed in the writing !!#tysm for reading pookie ily
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#back to Overthinking HDJDJDNDNDN#glad i got called in to work tomorrow LOL#personal#i should just ask him to hang out n get it over with BUT IM SCAREDNFJFJDJXKXM#theres nothing to even be scared of bc im pretty sure im the reason he even showed up last time NDNNDNDND#literally texted me like. youre going tonight right. and then saying it should be thrilling (sarcastically. he doesnt feel much toward the#other ppl we were meeting JDJJFJD. hes said this on several occassions)#n e way. one of us has to put on our big girl pants n i guess it has to be ME DNNDJDJXJX#im also like irrationally worried that he'll find someone else. idk where since he works at home anyway and overtime on top of that but#HJDJXJXJZJZ HHHHHHH#if thats the case tho then hes not the guy for me n thats that ya.... HDNDJDJDJ#literally hurting myself on ourpose like this is so fucjed up JDJDJJDD#why cant i just like. accept that maybe he does like me. like for sure we're friends n he cares about me enough but if its romantically...#well i dont want to Assume........#but i dont think you go to dinners filled with ppl you dislike just to hang out with a friend. i really dont NDJDJDNNZ#n e way#im just afraid to think that somethung good may happen for once. like its already a lot to handle rn that i have a job#if i also have a bf thats.... well is that even allowed for me to have#this sounds so JDJDJDJDJDJ irrational ik. but in my mind its like. idk. other ppl can do these 2 good things at once but i Can't......#idk
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I've been playing crusader stronghold for hours my brain is frying
#i fucking hate the countryside to be honest#nothing to do and the people here aside from bf really arent my kind. yk. his parents are your average -phobis -ist boomer come on now#i just know theyre gonna gossip about me the second im gone again -___- its funny but meh#if i was home i could create or study or go on walks but here? i can kill bugs all day i guess. idk!#its too hot to go on walks and frankly im not keen on getting ticks or getting bitten by a viper either#i may have lost my temper over food texture a bit too im glad im going home tomorrow or monday. ugjguhehdhd#i feel like a fucking house pet
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super excited for valentine’s day!
#made this card for my boyfriend#i’m really happy with how it turned out!#and i wrote a love letter/story which i’ve never done before so that’s exciting#i still need to make a final draft of that but i’m happy with what i did tonight!#can’t wait to make the cake! really hoping i can execute how im imaging it#glad my bf doesn’t have tumblr so i can post about this#aphrodite#aphrodite deity
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what a weird fucking day. it’s like bad news on top of bad news and then shit hit the fucking fan and literally all of it is out of my control so I’m just. here. drawing.
#ringmaster of the shitshow#my sister was half joking but half not when she demanded to know why I didn’t remind her about our mom’s bday#like girly tread lightly that is so not my responsibility and like I organize everything all the time#I’ve been literally going insane for months like we should be glad I remembered it on my own lmao but also. sis.#like why do I have to call my brother and be like was drinking at the football game more important than mom bc that’s what you communicated#he’s such a dumbass too I was like what is your plan. and he was like I’ll just let her be mad and she’ll get over it eventually#I lost my mind like NO IDIOT you’re going to get some flowers delivered and come home to see her#y’all I’m so tired. I’m so so tired. this isn’t even my fault I did nothinggg wrong but it’s my problem UGH#and my nanny baby is sick so I haven’t been working which means I haven’t been making much money and I’m im I’m#it’s all going to be okay I just don’t want to drag my bf and dog into a starving artist era with me :(#he might get a promotion tho so hoping for that bc. I don’t know what I’m doing wrong.#a lot is riding on this weekend’s market going well. I really really really need it to go well.
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⠀⠀⠀ ONLY FOR YOU ε🪴⁺ you making them flustered
synopsis : things you do that makes them flustered
ft . bf ! enha x f ! r cw. kissing, skinship .. sfw, fluff ✶ wc. 1k ◜ ◝ seiu : hope you enjoy ^^ its the enha pov of my pervious post that ik i did long back but its alright.
HEESEUNG
his hearts melt when you reassure him, tell him you are proud of him or compliment him, he is a sucker for it, could be any moment and he would just turn into a puddle for it.
he looked at you in disbelief as you emptied his portion of cake that he baked “yn, that was mine you already had yours” he pout, on the verge of tears “baby you baked so good it was so yummy i couldn’t control myself sorry but you are such a great cook” if he had a tail it would have been wagging right now “you think so? oh my okay you know what i will make more for you, im glad you liked it” he rubbed his cheeks on yours , while you celebrated escaping that.
“i’m proud of you hee” you plop yourself next to him as he put his head down on your lap “you did great out there” after a long day work these words are his favorite to hear, it makes it all worth it. he looks at you big eyed
“you make everything fade into the background”
JAY
pda and sweet or flirty messages always gets him smiling, though jay likes to keep it nonchalant and cool on the exterior but if you hold his hand or kiss his cheek in the public his ears will turn read despite his best efforts to stay cool “we are in public my love” he whispers “so what” you smile.
also giggles when you text him, tries his best to not show or answer your text in a fraction of a second and focus on his work but he fails miserably everytime “today was so tiring, i want to stay home with you always” collapses on you, hugging you tight “and you are a meanie too, teasing me like that” you giggled at his whiny voice “you can always come home jay”
“i could spend a lifetime just watching you.”
JAKE
being centre of attention by you, he loves attention but from you only, it makes him giddy “then this step was a little difficult but i worked hard on it, so i guess im good now, maybe?” you were doing your work but jake bust in to show his new dance to you so of course you had to give up everything and watch him “it’s really clean jake you did a great job” you got up from the sofa and pecked his cheek.
his whole face got red, not like you haven’t kissed his cheek before but nothing gets him like you sweet compliments and your dreamy eyes giving him 100 percent of your attention, even if he is trying to pull something stupid.
“i must be dreaming because there's no way you're real.”
SUNGHOON
wearing clothes he picked out, sunghoon takes pride in knowing his girl better than anyone, no surprise he picks up on your dislikes and likes, he tries his best to style something that makes you feel like the most beautiful “i was out yesterday and i thought this white dress would look great on but then i saw this necklace and then i thought its the prefect match so here” he smiles,“thank you so much i love these kind of dresses you know me so well” you hug him, inner him is jumping and rolling.
“i’m ready hoon let’s go” he turns back to see you wearing the dress he bought you “oh my goodness, how can you look so beautiful effortlessly” you giggle at his compliments, he is a gone case, a loser if you may, for you. totally smitten and starstruck.
“how am I supposed to look at anything else after seeing you like this?”
SUNOO
loves handmade gift, it gets his heart racing, he feels the most special when you sit to crochet after learning it online, even though the heart bag looks more like a square he would accept it lovingly, in fact he is the most happiest you would ever see him, he would be seen with that bag at every given moment “i love it no please” he said as you tried to take back the bag “but it’s embarrassing sunoo” , he is the type to have all your handmade cards and notes stacked in a box, polaroids of you and him, all your favorite memories to look back to.
“anything you make for me is never embarrassing, i will treasure everything with my whole heart”
JUNGWON
making direct eye contact or looking at him heart eyes when he is talking, nothing gets him all blushing mess, ears red, hiding his face like you do, you always look at him lovingly, humming and nodding, listening carefully. randomly touching his cheeks or tucking his hair behind his ears, gracing his ears “go on hun”
“no” he said burying his head in his hands, all flustered and red “why not” you giggled “because you are teasing me” he huffed glaring at you “stop playing yn”
“sorry won you just look so beautiful when you talk” you bite his cheeks “ow meanie” — “what were you going to say”
“you are so stunning i forgot what i was going to say”
RIKI
pulling him by his tie to kiss him , him being tall is extra fun when he can tease you when you try to kiss him “riki please” you tip toe to reach his lips only for him to smirk and not help you “please what yn?” you pout at his smug face boasting his height “bend down” you pulled on his tie which caught him off guard, your lips smacked on his.
his hands snaked around your waist to pull you closer him, your body flushed with his, your hands still gripping his tie “you can really make anything possible huh?” he giggled , cheeks red “you can let my tie go now” he tired to free his tie trying to hide the fact his heart is beating so fast “now you get how it feels to me teased” his hands still on your waist, he kissed your cheeks.
“how did i get so luck to be with someone like you”
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midterms are scrambling my brain and turning it to mush
#cant think straight... ritalin does nothing to help... havent called my bfs in like a week and i miss them so bad#chronic pain flaring up like crazy and obviously mental health is a trainwreck#and yet ive barely gotten any work done#i dont know whats wrong with me i want to get this shit done so bad#im gonna be honest man psychology is really fucking hard and im not good at it#im glad i decided to major in it bc now my career prospects are way less grim than they would be had i stuck with english#but dude i miss reading and writing creatively so fuckin bad#that stuff comes naturally to me so it was so easy to bullshit my way thru class#psychology on the other hand feels grueling to me#im tired of learning about all these chemicals and statistics and research methods#it feels like it all goes in one ear & out the other#i want to work as a guidance counselor for elementary schoolers not as a fuckin research analyst or psychologist#so much of the shit i learn in class feels totally irrelevant to my preferred field of work And Yet#whatever i just need to get these papers done and then i can have a stress free spring break#vent
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