#ion know but i think im cooking

[1-800-cuupid]

ykw i was thinking that its crazy the power ppl have to make someone's day, week, month, year, etc

[saetgvia]

genshin boys takin care of u on ur monthly

im back from the void of no content

im feeling berry soft and fluffy so enJOY the boys taking care of fem!reader on her period :)

characters: wriothesley, lyney, alhaitham, xiao

tw: periods (duh), staining sheets in wrio’s one, lmk if i forgot anything :D

also also i wanna make a pt. 2 pls drop any characters u want in my asks or comments ily guys enjoy

also does anyone know how to add the blue

read more tag on mobile/browser? tyty

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wriothesley

- kay so idk him really well needa finish archon quest but he would treat you like a QUEEN

- whatever u need he has it

- bro is chill af and knows what hes doing

- will get cuddly LMAO

- he js wants to pamper u

- so he does :D

- if u stain anything he’ll be calm and change the sheets and everything while u take care of urself

- cooks for u

- reminds u to take painkillers if u need them

- soft kisses heh

- movie marathons!!

- takes care of ur EVERY CRAVING

lyney

- determined to do ANYTHING to make u smile

- so he’ll pull random bouquets out of his pocket and present them to u

- or pretend to do a trick and kiss ur nose instead

- he is SO asking lynette for advice

- poor boy panics a lil even tho he knows how normal this is and he has a sister

- but he’s never really bothered too much abt it before

- he knows how to deal with it but he just wants to make u happy

- he treats u so well aww

- cooks for u

- makes everything cheesy

- like little smiley face rice balls

- or an egg cooked in a heart shape

- so many cuddles

- i love him

alhaitham

- so chill and nonchalant

- gets u wtv u need

- cooks for u

- ion think he’s a very big cuddler but if u need him he’ll hold u

- forehead and nose kisses

- he’ll hold ur hand a lot and like run his thumb on the back

- when he does hold u its u sitting on a couch binging movies with ur head on his chest and his fingers in ur hair

- he does acts of service to help lessen ur load

xiao

- he’s basically js confused

- ‘human women… bleed… for a week every month… and don’t die??’ WHAT SORCERY IS THis

- like lyney poor boy panics a bit

- he’s been around for millennia but this thing can get him flustered

- always nervous to hold u and kinda doesn’t want to but he will for u

- cooks for u obv

- always checking up on u, asking if u need anything

- ‘here, i got this for you’ (insert literally anything he randomly saw and thought would make u smile)

- constantly asking if it hurts

- you tell him to chill and he goes ‘HOW CAN I WHEN YOURE HURTING’ and ugh hes so soft and silly

- takes extra care of u

- constant vigilance

- so sweet

GUYS i think i’ll make a pt. 2 so again, if you have any reqs for this or any other fics drop ‘em in my asks or comments ily all <3

[sorryimananti-romantic]

ewe meeeee (ty anon for the special name) finals are starting next week 😭😭

grrrrrr they put all the hard exams in the first week and all the easy ones in the second im gna cry

currently sweating bc of chemistry like you dont know how many classes ive bunked wallahi ion think im passing chem idek what we covered this semester dude

physics guy hates us, he legit said he's passing only 5-6 people from our class- we're 24 chile we cooked fr (he aint giving us no extra points dawg 😧)

1st exam is biology wish me luck bae 😞

ahaha omgg but trust me having the harder exams first is kind of better bc you get to take it easy later and you feel less burdened and can properly focus on the easier exams just make sure to not procrastinate when you prepare for the hard subjects (easier said than done ik)

ah, the good old chemistry :') i had a love-hate relo with chemistry i hope you ace it sis 🫶

physics guy does hate you why do they have to be like this this is so demotivating 😭 but i hope he's bluffing and all the best to you ia you'll do great 😭 i swear physics is the easiest out of the 3 sciences

biology i hate with all my heart 💀 in 9th grade (and this was an imp grade bc this was going to get counted in the college admission tests) i got 74/75 in bio and bruh. i thought it was a mistake bc i was almost always failing in class i only studied hard before finals and i hated bio so much it never made sense to me the only thing i could remember was that mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell legit 😃 so the key to passing bio is to hate it with all your heart 😃

[swerveintoshame]

Oh god you like TF and Astarion I didn't think I could find someone who shares both my interests at once (sorry im on anon, I do have a sideblog, well, here *vaguely motions at snzblr* but im new and still really shy)

But like

If you have any more Thoughts about the Him

I would be very 👀👀 about it

WELCOME!!! I’m new here too! I get so hyped when someone else shares multiple of my interests, and I wouldn’t think bg/3 and tf would have much overlap, let alone on snzblr :0

I definitely do have more Astar/ion thoughts, both snz and “””normal”””

I’m struggling atm with trying to write a proper sickfic for this man, here’s a compilation of headcanons and scenarios in the meantime since I don’t think they’re worthy of their own posts. *sweeping the DnD vampire lore under the rug*

Potential SPOILERS! + Angsty stuff

-Astarion getting a bit too cocky, thinking that because the tadpole negates some of his vampire related weaknesses and lets him daywalk, he doesn’t have to worry about those things AT ALL anymore… and of course he’s proven wrong.

-Maybe someone at camp is cooking with garlic or using it in some sort of alchemy and he’s surprised to find that it still sets him off, turning him into a sniveling mess, having to excuse himself through a fit of sneezes, running off to his tent or into the woods, his face absolutely streaming.

-Running water may not burn like acid anymore, but that doesn’t mean having to wade through that frigid stream won’t result in catching a cold.

-I can’t decide if sick Astarion would downplay his illness not wanting to be pitied, or exaggerate and be incredibly dramatic about it, but it’s most likely the ladder.

-He definitely complains A LOT! It’s both endearing and annoying.

“Darling, I’m feeling absolutely dreadful, I don’t think I’ll make it much longer…”

“It’s just a cold, Astarion.”

“But It’s dreadful!”

-Despite his dramatics, Astarion would need to be fairly close with Tav to actually let them get close and truly take care of him, seeing him in that state. Complaining is all well and good, but he doesn’t want to be seen looking unkempt and sickly with snot running down his face, he doesn’t want to show any real, true vulnerability.

-If Astarion does allow Tav that closeness he’ll be incredibly touched by their care, he’s not going to show it of course, but on the inside he’s melting. No one’s ever been this nice to him, Cazador certainly never treated him well when he was sick. It’s hard for him to comprehend the genuine love Tav is showing him, finding himself emotionally overwhelmed.

-Fevers make his nightmares worse. If he’s sleeping with Tav he’ll sometimes subconsciously reach out for them. They know how to comfort him by now, gently giving his hand a squeeze, spooning him, or just holding him as tight as they can if it’s a really bad night.

-Astarion being allergic to one of the animals at camp. Trying to feed on it like the bastard he is and getting a face full of feathers or fur, immediately getting launched into a sneezing fit, allowing the creature to escape.

-Maybe instead of being afraid or aggressive that particular animal ends up taking quite a liking to him…

[kits-ships]

🔥🍝🩹💍!

thank u thank u !! im gonna do this with giyuu bc he's in my head rn. its his turn with the braincell <3

🔥 — who gets jealous easier?

ok so this kinda took me by surprise bc it would normally be my f/o, but with giyuu i think ione actually gets jealous more often!! he is her most special little guy that she loves with her whole heart and the idea of a pretty civilian flirting with him gives her ANXIETY. she already has crazy inferiority issues and that does NOT get better after the series ends. please do not leave me for someone else baby girl. also! giyuu doesn't really get jealous, he just gets sad and clingy. he also has inferiority issues, but they more so feed into depression rather than anxiety.

🍝 — do you two share your foods with each other? have you tried feeding them yourself?

ione cooks all the time and loves sharing with giyuu!!! she particularly loves making sweets for them to try, but getting to make dinner for him makes her feel like a little housewife (which is nice after being in the corps for seven-ish years.) and, for as long as she's known him, she makes his favorite food on his birthday!! (she also tries to feed him whenever she's drunk, but not really intentionally. she just really wants him to taste whatever yummy food she has and doesnt want to wait for him to take it from her. instant delivery of ohagi to ur mouth.) giyuu tries his best to buy her snacks here and there as a thank you for being nice to him, but doesn't cook much as a hashira. he is an expert at cooking noodles once they're married, though !

🩹 — if you or your f/o got hurts, how would the other react?

okay well. ill start by saying that ione wasnt very happy when she learned that giyuu vowed to commit seppuku if nezuko hurt a human. she absolutely adores giyuu even before the end of the series and wants to keep him safe forever!! although the others think he's just trying to look cool, ione can tell he's just insecure, and does NOT like the idea of him just throwing his life away. she also wouldve been by his side 100% after the final battle, but she was in a six week coma. instead, giyuu came to visit her every evening to sit and wait for her to wake up :( with any other injury, he knows she'll probably be okay, but he gets a little paranoid here and there; especially if she was pregnant or already sick.

💍— what is their view on marriage?

i think its just expected of them in their society yknow. they 100% wouldnt have gotten married while they were active demon slayers though. ione would NOT have been able him dying or anything; the anxiety alone would be enough to crush her. afterwards though, i think they'd get married pretty quickly! their relationship was a long thing coming and they also only have like. 3 or 4 years to live. they gotta make the most of it.

[kamiversee]

bro i’m crying so bad i spent the last 3 days binging tfl and i atp ion even know who i like more. like bro i didn’t even peep choso re-entering the apartment until u mentioned it in ch. 18/19(?) 😭😭😭😭😭

i was genuinely just rooting for choso the whole time until i read thru some of ur responses to anons in ur kamianswers! tag. made me more wary of choso coz everyone was talking ab how he’s THE SAME AS GOJO like choso was blackmailing mc too ?????

the whole fuck list concept just confused the fuck outta me like IM THE MC. like fym gojo doesn’t really owe any of those guys anything ???? why she sleeping w them then ????? then i thought back to ch. 1/2(?) when gojo said it was for his entertainment. i honestly forgot that bit until it was restated in ch. 46😭😭😭

i also rmbr u saying that some ppl have guessed the ending already, so i was trying to figure out what i could but i just gave up from confusion. now i just wanna wait for the next chapter to come out instead of trying to figure shit out coz i ain’t nancy drew💀 ima let everyone else cook

anyways i would love to read the other stories that u have bc i love how ur characterization of everyone in the story from the mc, gojo, and choso to shoko, ino, and even naoya. while not everyone had a lot, i was still able to get to know every single person u mentioned. another thing that i think ur amazing at that is highlighted very well throughout tfl was ur ability to build up a certain character or event. nanami’s night, choso’s comeback, and sukuna pt 2 were some of my fav parts to read bc u built up each one perfectly tbh.

all in all, bro is perfect 🫶

Thank you so much for this.

Im literally so happy that I’m able to have people really understand how confusing it is for the reader, the whole point is to be confused so I’m glad I was able to achieve that <3

And hey I will say, as far as we/the reader knows, Gojo claims to have owed two people specifically; Geto for sleeping with his ex, though the reader doesn’t rlly get tht info herself & then Toji for breaking megumi’s leg at one point ^.^

So from her pov, she only knows that Nanami is someone who Gojo owed nothing to, still causing confusion ofc but I just wanted to make tht clear :)

I feel like I lowk gotta rewrite my other stories bc idk if I’ll ever live up to this masterpiece fr😭 BUT I’ll be making a poll abt what story I should write next once this is over so ig we’ll see <3

[the1975attheirverybest]

🌸 hi bestie! im all good now :))

i was reading some of ur asks + concepts today and had an idea of how to sorta combine all of them in a blurb (or something that could work as a blurb w/ said concepts):

dad!matty waking up the house in the morning w/ breakfast. adorable toddler runs down the stairs, phone addicted teen trudges (lol), and he has a baby on his waist as he cooks. his partner comes down and sees the 4 of them (bc yes, in my brain he has max 3 kids and all girls) and him shirtless and she a) melts at how cute it is to see all of them being so cute together and talking but also b) matty looks fuckin fit shirtless cooking w/ a baby lol

anyways! hopefully im not alone in this idea :)

Hiiii babyyy, it’s so nice to hear from you!! 💗 glad you’re better!

AND PLEASE THIS IS SO FUCKIN CUTE! Girl dad Matty would end meeeee. Omg if this man has a daughter in the future, I don’t know how I would cope. Can you imagine a girlie with his iconic hair and smart mouth? Lorddd!!!

Also, I hadn’t thought about this, but, I think Matty would be such a fun parent to a teen. Does anyone else remember, during the Ion Pack pod, when he mentioned sitting next a 13 year old kid (the son of a music industry guy) and Matty was desperately trying to bond with him asking him what songs he likes and stuff? I mean, it didn’t go well for Matty, lmao, but the idea that he was genuinely interested in the kid as a person and stuff….so fucking cuteeee.

I gotta write this when I get home! Such an sortable scene 🥹🥹🥹

[youhatem]

I be wanting mfs to be mf fr. You’ll put money into a video game or eating out every single day before you’ll put money into a bill or put money in to groceries for the fridge. But when I cook the groceries I spent my money on, niggas is scavenging through the fridge touching shit I put to the side for myself🤨 asking who this and that for. NONE of it is for you my nigga. Roommate situations ain’t it for me. Bitch if I’m cooking, working full time, cleaning up, and paying bills, yo ass need to be doing the damn same. Your parents failing to teach you how to provide basic necessities for yourself is not my fault. If shit supposed to be symbiotic, then let it fucking be that. Because bitches don’t make enough money to be taking care of herself, her kids and another mf. Hell ion even make enough to support myself alone, let alone the next mf 😂 you’re dizzy as hell if you think I’m pulling more than the next mf bc they got THEMSELVES into Legal trouble tryna he flashy knowing they have a risky occupation. Im not your mother. WHEW I needed to vent that shit out so bad 😂

[chenlesfavorite]

i’ve been way too level headed in my recent asks but chenle is about to GET IT and NOT in the good way. he’s making my eye twitch, i want to pummel him through the screen. he needs an intervention NOW his besties need to get in there and knock some sense into his big ass head (i say with love).

as for y/n sweetie i get it “we accept the love we think we deserve” but come on stand up they’re just men (even if he is an incredibly attractive biker) at this point i say we throw in the towel until chenle gets to groveling and i mean he BETTER G. R. O. V. E. L. hands and knees, ridiculous ass gifts, COMMUNICATION, quality time he doesn’t FUCK UP!!!!! i want to see this man SIMP like no man has ever before him and only THEN will i be happy with him. we got the ji redemption ark chenle needs to STEP THE FUCK UP before SOMEONE decides to take his girl. ☀️

(i hope you’re doing well i’m really proud of you and your story, it’s getting so much love. i fully understand what you mean about got my ion you but for what it’s worth i think it’s good because not every relationship is the same. everyone goes at their own pace and so it’s nice to see straightforward every once in awhile. also i’m not ready for this story to end either but i just know you’re cooking up something good with the love consultant idea and i will be waiting to hear which of the boys needs help ❤️)

OUUU HE BETTER WATCH OUTTT😭😭🙏🙏 CUZ U ARE NAWTTT PLAYINGGGG‼️ we should all gang up on him and beat some sense into him 😁 (with love ofc as u said!!)

THEY’RE JUST MEN. EXACTLY. 🙏 you don’t need a man in ur life!!! in fact ITS BETTER TO NOT HAVE ONE IN UR LIFE CZ FUCK THAT‼️

OH TRUST. HE WILL BE SIMPING HAAARDDD, like he’s gonna be on his hands and knees for her EVERY HOUR, EVERY MINUTE, EVERY SECOND. y/n will make sure he never fucks up again. 🙏 she’s literally gonna be training him like he’s in the NAVY

GET UR GIRL BRO, SHE’S WAITING FOR YOU🤭

yess im doing well!! ty for asking 🫶 hope you’re doing just as good!

im really overwhelmed with all the love and support night rider is getting like WOW😭 u guys r truly the best and i love y’all SO MUCH :(( <3

OOHH so true, every relationship goes differently, some may be slower and some may be faster 🤔

i am cooking up something indeed… 🤭 it’s gonna be a pretty cute and silly smau that’s for sure!! i can’t wait for yall to start reading it hehe

[monstas1ut2]

1/3 (Eren Yeager)

(๑˃ᴗ˂)ﻭ

Bitches is my sons, that's why I be like, "Chile"

Chile, chile, chile, chile, ch-i-i-i-chile

At the lowest volume, Nicki was spitting bars. The LED lights on the brightest red there's to come as the window was covered with black out curtains. It happened to be bright outside but who opens their curtains at 8 am in the morning..? People who are productive and that's not you.

"Don't spend hours in there, brat."

A pout came onto your face, almost sucking your teeth... it wasn't going to be long until you were finished. Nonetheless though, your father always thinks you take hours to get ready to go somewhere.

"Im not ,daddy... Ion even wear makeup no more.. so it won't take long.."

Leaning towards the mirror, and pressing the lipgloss tip against your soft lips, your thoughts came around to your father.

Levi Ackerman, he's a short male who is quite intimidating, he IS intimidating. Despite his height, he's always winning a battle, whether it's verbal or physical. Which is why you always fail to win an argument against him. This was noticeable when you moved to his house ten months ago.

Before living with Levi, you were living with Hange.

Hange co-parents with Levi, the two were never together but they kept you happy and they are both Mom and Dad to you. The two are so different though. Hange would let you skip school, get ready late, almost everything in the book. She had to stop you from getting a sugar daddy though-

Levi is strict, he doesn't want anyone or thing touching his pretty Princess. Yes you're not biologically his but he still is your father, the only one you'd ever had. He taught you things, showed you the great life. He tried to get you to speak a bit more proper but he just stopped, oddly enough, he wanted you to embrace everything you had to offer.

It was a pain learning about your background, Hange was bad at doing anything for you as well. In result of this, your hair has dreads. Watching YouTube videos was Levi's new thing when you were younger. He managed to skillfully put dreads in your hair and... now they look quite amazing. Very long and pretty on you.

That's something you embrace, those pretty dreads. Knowing that your father put them in first , is one reason as to never take them out.

"I'm done, and, Mom said stop ignorin her... she wanna have a picture of me.. since it's my last year I guess.. ion know.. but she blowin up my phone.."

A bit of a smile casting on your brown skinned face. Fiddling with the phone in your hand. Today you were wearing a Jean like skirt and a black top to go with. Your med-long nails being a mix of white and gold, it complimented the melanin of your skin.

Levi glared at his phone that was vibrating on the nearest table and he'd sighed inwardly. Hange was so excited for your last year, while Levi was not. He also hates the fact that you are now going to the same school that he works at... the only bad thing being... the men there are complete perverts and prudes.

"Tell that bratty friend of yours to do it-"

"Connie isn't a brat, he just a lil mental..."

A lot of bald guys seemed to be mental, or is that just... stereotypical to say? Eh, either way, your Connie was mental. The guy was hilarious, he always knows how to put a smile on your face. Even though you two used to be fairly seperated. You now go to his school so at least you'll have one friend to lean on.

"dad, can you at least be happy for me...? It's my last year of school, not my last year of me bein in ya house.. cuz ion know how to cook... or do adult stuff.." a sheepish smile came upon your face, just staring at your father who happened to be suppressing a smile. He eventually did not though, but... you are the only person who can make him smile..

"I know, you burned down a kitchen before.." An evil smirk cascaded on his pale face. He knew that would hit you where it hurts, considering you were now silent but squinting your eyes playfully. It definitely wasn't Levi's kitchen, it was Hange's kitchen.. she had to get it remodeled.

Honestly, Levi liked that you couldn't cook, that way, douche bag men will stay away from you and it'll prevent them from making you barefoot and pregnant in a kitchen... he overthinks okay?

(๑˃ᴗ˂)ﻭ

Gripping your wrist ever so tightly, the two of you were walking towards the huge school. It was more of a modern taste, probably because the school was built only 6 years ago. The scale of the school had caused your body to overheat from anxiety. So actually, Levi was pulling you towards the school, no effort needed.

Once that door was open, it was all over. The main entrance had a pretty scenery. It was pictures and everything, though something that was odd was that black people were limited, looked like-

Okay okay, you're overthinking, but this school really doesn't have black people. If they do, they are in sports... which is why there was a man constantly talking on and on about female's basketball team...

You have to admit, you are a stallion.

"She doesn't want to be on the team... Shadis... stop yelling in her face.."

A bit of a concerned smile came upon your face as you glanced towards your father. Who only gave a soft look towards you. Levi may be insensitive at times but when it comes to you being nervous.. he's there.

"Where the hell is the principle..." Levi grumbled under his breath, he was quite late for his class.. but he had to make sure you were going to be fine.. like the worried father he is.

And Like on cue, a fine.. smexy blonde man came from the back door of the front office.. oooh.

His eyebrows were thick and he had this smile on his face. Like he knew who you were, though at the same time he probably already did. This man was in pictures at home, Levi knew him personally.

Apparently this man changed your diaper when you were little too.. so.. low chance of him seeing you any different..

Principal Smith... oohhh

"Levi, I told you yesterday, she'll be fine in my hands.. I can make sure she gets to every class. I'll also make sure nobody messes with her.." Erwin hummed out, knowing these words that came from Levi last week. His voice was deep and sincere, his pretty blue eyes glancing you over.. gawd oh mighty.

"And?" Levi's eyes squinted hard, his face quite serious about the last statement that Erwin seemed to pass by... or forgotten.. Man, someone would think Levi is the principal... and not Erwin.

"I'll make sure Yeager stays away from her.."

(๑˃ᴗ˂)ﻭ

The bell had rung oh so suddenly, the anxiety in you causing you to need to go to the bathroom but... your ancestors had to come down.

They whispered into your ear and explained that you are the baddest bitch in the world. Nobody can take that away from you, nor can the stupid anxiety.

"This is my daughter, (Y/n)... "

The baddest bitch with anxiety...

Every single eye was on you, in front of the class... it was obvious that most were just curious about you, mixed with shocked. When they heard the other day about getting a new student, they figured that it'll be someone... like them. At the same time though.. they could get used to the.. balance of the room.

The window across the room was beaming on your brown skin and it happened to make you look like a goddess. Your lipgloss sparkling as you glanced around, a soft smile on your face. Honestly, that only happened because of the fact that.. your bald friend was waving to you..

Connie...

The other day, a deal was made... Between you and your father. Who is also now your teacher for first period.

The deal was, you clean your room spotless and you get to sit next to Connie in class. Guess who succeeded?...

Your arms wrapped around male as he was blushing a tad. Being almost manhandled by you was everyone's dream at the moment. Especially a male who was behind you and Connie's table. He had this cool haircut, his face was long too but it fit his features.

"Why is she hugging the egg..."

"Jean you're just jealous.." the person who said this happened to be playing with their pencil. She had black hair and.. freckles.. it was cute. She looked mean though.

"Okay and..?"

Connie then began to of course, show off his best friend.. who happened to be you. Apparently what happened was that he told everyone about you one day. Nobody believed him, and Jean being the asshole he is.., he wanted answers so he -reluctantly- asked Levi if he had a daughter...

They weren't expecting someone like you...

Nor was.. this brown haired male who had his eye on you ever since you came in. His intimidating... blue, greenish looking eyes.. it's not something you failed to realize... but at the same time, you could feel your father's eyes as well.

"That's Eren over there, by Armin and Mikasa... he's a little coo-coo... so just talk to Armin and Mikasa.. then that's Bert , Annie, and Reiner, and Ymir, Jean, Sasha is the one eating and Historia.."

Honestly, you were never one to listen to someone when they say don't do something... Connie said don't talk to Eren... but some how... with the fluttering of your eyelashes.. you gave the long haired boy a wink. The wink sending him a burst of confidence that he already had..

it just got worse..

(๑˃ᴗ˂)ﻭ Masterlist 2

[addoves]

*shakes a cup full of coins* do you have any tales of abyss headcanons :) *shakes them faster* do you

HEHE tosses you a coin. yes i do 😌 i have so many & i am going to list them like im stuck in 2016

i like to think over the course of their silly adventure luke really ended up enjoying cooking. the problem is he's really bad at it. i think eventually guy at the very least would try to teach him instead of letting luke do whatever he wants, and hes probably a better student than natalia is. he's trying his best and thats what matters

tear likes to knit & i know this because i can imagine she'd make scarves and hats for tokunaga for when they go to ketterberg even if its actually because she thinks its really cute. anise lets her bc she and ion ALSO got a hat and scarf to match. everyone else slipped tear's mind at the time, which i think is a little funny 'cause half the party is from the south, and i think jade is immune to weather below 0°F.

what kind of rich-people-things are natalia and luke used to. like, can natalia sew? can she play an instrument or paint? i realized halfway through this i dont know what rich people do. anyway i can imagine they took music lessons together as they grew up and luke has a talent for it but he really doesnt like it. which is funny, 'cause i think asch would like it, and he'd probably like it a lot.

anise & jade & ion, 12am, sitting in complete silence around a small pile of gald and a threat for the loser to do the dishes. anise keeps losing, somehow. ion doesnt know how to play poker. jade just thinks anise's reaction is really, really funny. its easy to get reactions out of her ❤️ (and guy, who already did the dishes 4 hours ago, and keeps asking them to please go to sleep)

i dont think they'd get snow often in baticul, if at all, so do you think ketterberg was the first time luke and natalia had seen snow? like, Real snow, and not city slush or just a few flurries here and there. i imagine it is... i think they should be allowed to enjoy it a little.

[crookedkryptonitebeliever]

Comtext: a few days ago i was ranting and venting, hysterical crying type of screaming on tumblr. I posted it privately and forgot what i vomited onto this post, like i remember vaguely its cause i feel like i didnt do anything productive this week but not specifically what i typed out

So i decided to reread it and analyse, trying to see how can i help myself, thinking its some heavy and serious stuff i let out and wow it ended up so fucking funny i shit u not i was laughing at the end of it 😭

Cw: rant, vent

Oh god oh fuck my progesterone wore off and now i felt like i did nothing for the entirety of my life and i am going to go to hell and i am fuckinf useless god please i am fuckinf breakinf down i am going to paint make a three point turn in my life go back to workingout holy shir ANYTHING i feel so bad and i felt i wasted my hours i am so not cool rn i wanna puke piss cum i dont know i wasted so much time lazing around feeling unmotivated n shit and now estrogen is here kickinf my ass and yelling at me that i am running out of TIME and i am going to amount tp NOTNIFN if i dont finish a whole davinci painting by 11pm today or cook a whole meal for 200 people salmon ceviche or master fucking programminf skills by today or do a whole room interiot designing or contribute to ANYTHINF creative or speak a whole differetnt ass language god why did this hqppen i am so shit rn i feel so shit god end my misery its fucking 8pm this is so painful i need to guckifn rant my thumbs just wont stpp tapping awayv because im cryig and i feel so not good for not doign ANYTHIGN MY GOD this is terribke and im paradoxially wasting time doing this rantwhere i could start like.m.m. LEARNING COMPUTER LANGUAGE??? COBRA++ OR SOME SHIT??? What is the cokputer language i know its named after a snake...... I ahve so much free time yet im wastong it on TIKTOK and TIWTTER and INSTEAGRM the brain rotting agent and theres war everywhere and i cant do shit about it because im literally powoerless ina place where i cannot do anythinf about it i feel so shit too and WHY CANT I USE JSUT MY FREE TKME FOR PRODUCTIVIGIY IM SORRY ESTROGEN i will never have this much free time ever again in my life and IM still not using it to become a DEITY yet, fuck me i feel so bad and everuyhing is so boggling rn qnf im ranting ion a tumbtl post where its just onge whoel wall of incoherent textc ok i am have to pukl muyself tofhete i need to delete tiktok n twitter n instagramm god why did i jot do it sooner i am gonna say it again I feel like shyit i hope the new day i can takmckle the shit i wanna do an i did a list it has 20 hings onnit and serijg it makes me heasgdage goodbgye

[dylanxmin]

painkiller ∣ 5 ∣ j.hs

breakups are habitual, ordinary maybe even easy for some other people, and maybe it could be easy for you, too, if you haven’t been dumped by your boyfriend after finding out that you were pregnant. no, it wasn’t easy even a bit. and a stranger who wants to be your side doesn’t make this all easy for you, at all.

pairing; jung hoseok x reader

genre; angst, fluff, humor, pregnancy au, strangers to lovers au, single!mom au, slice of life au,,

warnings; little high on angst, swearings, mention of abortion, mention of adoption, mention of miscarriage, unedited(rlly sorry about this)

word count; 5k+

rating; nc17

a/n; heyyy, it’s been a month since i last update this story and i only blame my finals, my sudden lost of muse, and some side effects of my life but there it is, freshly served, angsty episode!! ion know how did this come out but im feeling positive for the next episode! so,,,, hope you all enjoy reading this part, and as always, i do really appreciate a little comment soooo... lol, love y’all  ♡

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‘‘Yes, can we have a brief explanation about the story of our current project?’’ 

‘‘Miss Y/N?’’ 

‘‘Y/N?’’ 

Light, red and yellow mixes and crushes down when something hard nudges at your shoulder and brings you the reality. Shake of your body startles Namjoon, who was nudging your shoulder to wake you up. Pairs of eyes currently stares at you, wide, curious and surprised, too, as no one expects you to fall asleep in the middle of an important meeting. But, you did anyway. Surprising yourself with such an action, yet you lost control of your sleep schedule way before this meeting, so you weren’t that ashamed as the sleep still lingers around your head. 

Blinking, blinking, blinking for a couple of times before your vision loses its blur, and the faces look way better to your own eyes. Shock still fresh on their faces, a weird sound rises by your throat as you try to clean it before talking. Namjoon holds his laugh back, but you can see it in the redness of his cheeks and the veins that struggle under his skin. 

‘‘I-’’ you clear your throat, once again as it comes hoarse from sleeping. ‘‘I’m sorry, can you say it again?’’ Mr. Lee stares directly into your eyes, he opens his mouth but closes again. And you know you will try to drown yourself in the sink if the corner of his mouth hasn't curled up. 

You sigh, before he asks again, and listens to your explanation. You try to keep it smooth, and once you start to talk about your work, all the sleep leaves your head, enthusiasm fills it place. 

You love your work. Falling asleep doesn’t mean the opposite. 

‘‘I swear to god if you won’t stop laughing, Kim-’’ 

‘‘But..- but you told the story of our new game, drool drying on your chin, with such an enthusiastic manner.’’ Namjoon’s giggles cut himself, palm hangs in the air, other on his knee. A manager who is in his thirties enjoys his coworkers suffer, laughs his lungs off. Such a mature man. You sigh, hand curled around the cup full of water for you to go to the bathroom after. Countless times. 

Fingertips pinching the tip of your brows, you stand on the kitchen side of your office. Shame still red on your face, you barely able to hold yourself back from either crying or smashing the cup on your friend’s head. Which, you like the last option very much. It’s a shame that you possibly couldn’t do that here. Maybe later, on one of your movie nights. 

‘‘I think it was cute, though.’’ the man in his much more formal clothes rather than his usual sweatpants and his shirt enters the kitchen side. Brown hair brushed neatly on the left side, his features look good. ‘‘Don’t pressure yourself anymore. I’m sure they are used to these things.’’ 

‘‘Thank you for helping my self-reliance to gather itself, but I don’t think it’s that simple, Damien.’’ imitating his smile, even though it’s more faint then he has, you sigh once again. Taking a spot on the table, you let your head fall on it. ‘‘I was literally drooling all over myself. Ugh… such a mess.’’ 

Another laugh escapes by Namjoon’s lips, but he pats your head also. ‘‘Damien is right. You know Jihoon and Yeona will be cool about this.’’ 

You scoff. ‘‘Yeah, but I don’t refer to them by their first names as they are the Ceo’s of this company. Like you,’’ 

‘‘Then you shouldn’t refer to me with my name, too, as I’m your boss.’’ an annoying smirk alive on his mouth, he swipes his body on the table. Gulping down his coffee, his stares never leaves you. Something hot, almost burning coils in your chest. Reminding you red, as you stare at him back. Mouth wrinkled, your breath felt heavy. 

It was anger and you didn’t know how to pressure it back where it came from. Even before your pregnancy, you weren’t good with handling your emotions, but now. With so many hormones not knowing what to do, you were even worse. Sudden crying sessions, constant fury always ready to burst out, and the sneaky, dark anxiety getting you at the worst moment, where you were alone and in the dark. It was hard, and too much. Even before being pregnant, and while being pregnant. You weren’t good with them. 

‘‘You know what, I decide not to cook for you anymore.’’ heartbreak flashes in Namjoon eyes, you crossed your arms over your chest. ‘‘You can buy your own chicken breast from somewhere and eat that shitty sauce.’’ 

‘‘Ouch..’’ Damien who is currently watching the cold vibrations coming from you, stays silent after your gaze lands on him. He is scared, and not ready to be the next target of your stinging tongue. Though, it doesn’t last that long. 

Once you see the tremble of Namjoon’s lips, and his hug follows his sorry’s, your coldness melts away. Shame creeps back, sits heavy as you lower your head on the table. But before you can dive in your bad scenarios in your head, brutal yet familiar bickering starts when Nara enters the kitchen, after she takes her place on the table. Her nose crinkled with disgust while waiting for Namjoon to end his insults, only to throw another to him. Damien tries to cut them off, but it’s useless as he gives up and rests his back on his chair. Hesitant stares gather on you, only to tear them apart while you pretend like you didn’t notice. 

Yet, you don’t want to suffocate yourself with your thoughts, you raise your head, eyes meeting with the brown haired man. Because you don’t and probably can’t break that cold war between your friend and Nara, you find your escape on Damien. 

‘‘So, we have to prepare a meeting for you to put a suit on?’’ cocking your brow high, you ask. His surprise fades after a moment of waiting. Maybe because you aren’t the warmest person or because of the effect of your friends that filled your head with the idea of him having some feelings for you, you never attempt to talk with him first. Not that he isn’t a decent man, but more likely, you weren’t into him and did not want to make a wrong move. For him to get the wrong idea. 

But maybe you are being stupid for believing your delusinal friends about his feelings, and he just wants to be friendly. Though, it’s good to not risk anything, right?

‘‘Suits just not my type, and also, who is wearing these other than him?’’ Damien points Namjoon, who is in a deep, hurtful conversation with your other coworker. You tear your eyes from him to land on Damien once again, his smiling this time. Wide, eyes imitating it. ‘‘Also, doesn’t it hurt your feet? You weren’t wearing heels for a long time.’’ 

After he mentions it, your feet start to pulse with pain. Embarrassment clouded all over your other senses, but his words bring them back. And you wrinkle your face in pain. Of course, it hurts. How it won’t hurt while your feet try to set themselves free by growing bigger inside of its cage and the process isn’t an easy one. Though, these whining are the last thing for your coworker to hear so you simply go with a soft smile. 

‘‘Yeah, a bit but nothing I can’t handle.’’ 

‘‘Oh okay then. Good to hear.’’ he leans closer, eyes gleaming like a child in his pre-mischievous stage. ‘‘Just in case, I have a pair of nice sneakers waiting in my closet. All comfy and less deadly.’’ 

Mirroring the act, you also get close to him. Palm covering the side of your curled mouth, ‘‘I will consider it, but why are you acting like you were selling drugs?’’ whispering the half of your words, you cocked your head aside, watching his face wrinkle due to his growing smile. And seeing him from this side, you realise how good looking he is. Radiant smile adds more point to his charisma as he does, eyes narrow but curls cutely on the ends, and for a second you just stare at his side profile. His spotless skin dips on the cheek as his dimple wants to show off. Thankfully, when he starts to talk the silvery sheet goes away, to your luck. 

‘‘Well, we won’t want other heel wearers to come at my desk for my fancy shoes, right?’’ 

Nodding, you point your finger at him as if he made a good point. ‘‘I see… Of course we wouldn’t want that, of course.’’ 

After the short break, everyone turned in their work the same as you. And you find yourself so tired after talking about the details of the story of your current game with Heejin. Trying to find reliable reasons and motives is hard for some time, as you continue to work on the specific character’s choices in the game, and why and exactly how they should do is sometimes irksome even when you have someone who tries really hard to help you. Yet, you know you can’t put all the weight on Heejin’s shoulders as the poor woman barely had some sleep because of the pre-cold effect. 

When she sneezed for the fourth time in the last five minutes, you had to stop and be sure of her well being. Putting your palm on her clothed arm, you mimicked a smile to look sympathetic rather than annoyed. Even though you were a little bit. Thankfully, she doesn’t have to know that. 

‘‘I know I asked this before but are you sure you are okay? Maybe you should take a rest for the rest of the day. Obviously, you need some.’’ 

She looks hesitant at first, eyes widens at your words but she covers it with a faint smile and nods. ‘‘Oh, I’m okay, I’m okay. You don’t have to worry about me.’’ Heejin bites down her lip before continuing again. ‘‘Did I annoy you? I’m sorry, I just took a pill, so I think that will make me better in a couple of minutes.’’ 

‘‘No, no…’’ pulling your hands in the air, you shake your head in denial. It did bother you but not much for her to apologize for being sick. ‘‘I just wanted to check on you, I’m not… disturbed. It’s okay.’’ 

Your half reassurance works barely, as she tries to lower the voice of her sneezes after that. And everytime, a drip adds to your growing guilt. As Heejin is younger than you for three years, and you have been working here longer than her, it puts some stairs between you two and now with that, you fix the ice between you two. The ice that you have been trying to melt from the first day she was here, and now, thanks to your pregnancy hormones, it started to build once again. Not just with Heejin, but everyone around you was walking on eggshells around you as your rage came out of nowhere, so sudden that sometimes it even shocks you. But for a stupid reason - well, it’s not stupid as you are pregnant and that played with your emotions -, you couldn’t control the sudden change of your feelings. 

One second being calm and the other being tense did tire you for sure as senses flow through every nerve you have. Breathing exercises merely helped, and that led you to staying away from the people around you. As sometimes words come out rude before you can realise. And nobody deserves that kind of attitude, even the ones you know from your childhood. 

For that reason, you turned down Taehyung’s offer to come with you as you know that owing to his nature, he will do something silly to make you angry or stressed even when he does it with all his good intentions. Some days, even when you are in your usual state you can’t stop being bothered by him, and you had no intentions to taste it today. Which, nothing was normal in your current mental state, so that’s for the best. 

Driving past the now familiar streets, you learned a new thing: Driving with a jean without opening its button can be hard, as you have to undo the button while your stomach growls in need. While your stomach become visible, looking like you ate too much for your stomach to handle, sudden thirst for stupid cravings increased day by day. Sadly, it affected your friends as much as you. 

In the middle of night, you woke Yoongi up for him to get you apples, pickles for Taehyung and last but not least, ice cream for Namjoon. As your cravings decide to choose the oddest times, three of them find the solution to fill your fridge until there is no space left. Well, after you sat on your kitchen floor and cried they had to eat some of them with you, as they basically called you fat by doing that, and paid for it. For them, they just wanted to make sure you get what you want but at this point, what they thought barely mattered. 

‘‘Okay, that was tiring.’’ you whispered through your exhale, while parking the car. For the records, parking turned into a hell show for you as going further and back, further and back, further, further and back has your nerves strain like a string. Though, you never liked it anyway. You were ready to leave your car, but the ringtone of your phone cut the act. 

‘‘Hey, mom.’’ 

‘‘Nope. Your voice sounds the same, rather than I thought so.’’ sighing, you brushed your face by your palm. Words like a needle on the skin, your mother always knew how to use them. ‘‘Well don’t ‘ahhh’ at me. As we barely speak, I obviously expect to forget your voice, tell me if I’m wrong.’’ 

Nodding as if she is able to see you through the phone, you put your head on the wheel. She was annoyed as it was very clear by her high and thin tone. 

‘‘Yes, Ma’am.’’ your reply earned another high pitched warning from her so you had to calm her between your giggles. ‘‘Okay, okay… You’re right, Mama. I should call you more but you know work and everything keeps me busy. But I will try my best, promise.’’ 

‘‘Apology accepted. But even though I know you prefer to talk about work, and the video thing you adore talking about, I’m most likely interested in my baby’s baby. So, how’s the pregnancy going?’’ 

This is the exact reason why you didn’t call her more than you did. As she is very interested in your life and interior with it, of course pregnancy will be the same. And you couldn’t ignore the things you can as she will talk about them, will want to know about them and give some advice from her past experiences. Not that you will need any of them, but of course as you postponed everything, you did the same thing to this topic, too, and left your mother in the dark. You will run as far as you can. 

‘‘They called games, not video thing but it’s your choice.’’ while thinking of it itched your tongue, you swallowed all the tensing thoughts down, and ready yourself to talk. ‘‘And the… pregnancy is going good if we don’t count the constant eating, peeing, crying, being tired twenty-four-seven, not fitting in my favorite clothes and all the pain it put me through.’’ 

She laughs as if you just told the funniest joke she heard. Cocking your brows, you run through what you said to make her laugh this much to fail. 

‘‘Ohhh, my baby. Stop talking about this as the things are all bad. You have a baby in your belly, your baby. They will become your everything, and mostly good things because you will love them more than anything you can. Believe me, I could die in return for your laugh. A bubbly, vivid laugh. Ahh… remembering it made me soft, right now.’’ 

‘‘Trying to be unbiased about gender, I see?’’ 

‘‘Well, I don’t want to affect the baby.’’ 

Though you want so bad to ask how that could actually affect the baby, you stay silent. All the baby talk is already pulling you down, it is better if you can stay out of the gender topic as much as you can. Not that it mattered, you thought. 

‘‘What do you mean? Why it wouldn’t matter darling?’’ 

Huh? 

Clearly, you weren’t thinking, but murmuring under your breath as your mom heard it. When you hit your head on the wheel, the horn startles you both. Fixing your posture, you answered your mother’s hurried question. 

‘‘It was horn, I’m in the car. Yes, yes I’m okay, don’t worry. I’m at the hospital- No, no- Mom, for the appointment. Yes… yes, for the baby. I will talk to you later, okay? I will call, I promise- Yes, I promise. Okay, love you, too.’’ 

You sigh once again. A loud one. 

You do hate lying to the woman who would do anything you want, but you know she is not ready to lose her grandchild, yet. You are not ready for the speech you will receive, also. Not that it will be harsh or critical, you just are not ready to accept the whole thing. Yes, you still had problems with the whole pregnancy thing even though you made your mind with adoption. You still had thirty weeks to go, and that won’t go fast. Not in a normal time, or in the pregnancy. 

Head full of blurring thoughts, you missed the man who shakes his hand from afar. The black haired man’s smile faded as you passed by his side without sparing a glance. Too busy with thinking how to calm your mother after you give her the news. The news that she won’t have a grandchild anytime soon. Fuck… that’s gonna be hard. 

Well, maybe not hard as much as the door you decide to welcome it with your face rather than opening. A loud thud, and muffled curse under your breath, instinctively you checked your nose if there is more than the pain you feel, as there is no blood you calm down, shoulders drop their usual place. Apparently, you were conscious enough to lead yourself to the floor where your doctor’s office, past the stairs, and find his door but when it comes to open the door you fail. Tears sit on your eyelids at once as you close them due to the pain that crushes your sight. Trying to massage your nose bridge barely helps but giving it a try won’t hurt, you think. 

‘‘Oh my, are you okay?’’ from your closed and blurred eyesight, you can’t choose who is the one talking but his voice lets you know that he is your doctor, Seokjin. ‘‘I heard a loud thug but couldn’t understand it was a human until you groaned. Are you okay, you bumped your nose? Let me get a look at that.’’ 

Not forgetting to thank him while he guides you inside his office, now you are able to open your eyes and set the tears free as they go down. Seokjin sits you on the white sheeted chair, handles your head to go right and left as he scans your face and nose behind creased eyes. He looks really concerned, more than you, and somehow it puts you on a stage where you feel like you have to make him sure that you were okay and nothing was wrong. It still feels weird when someone gets concerned over you more than yourself, as who would care for someone more than one’s self so it’s still vague. 

‘‘I-I’m actually okay. I didn’t hit that hard as it sounds, it doesn’t even bleed so…’’ wry smile is all you offer him as your voice trails down when his eyes meet with yours, a bit keen rather than you thought they will. 

Seokjin sighs with a line between his brows but he lets go, and when he puts a decent distance between you and himself, professionalism settles in his features as he adjusts his tie. 

‘‘It does look okay, but make sure you put some ice when you can as it could leave a bruise behind.’’ he smiles, both sweet and very technically. As he practiced it for every client he had and now performing it without any difficulties. It looks natural. ‘‘So, tell me how are you feeling? You should still have the early pregnancy symptoms such as morning sickness, sleep issues, and more likely they will hang around for a few more weeks. But it’s more important if you have a symptom that comes unnatural or unbearably painful for you?’’ 

After taking two deep breaths, you feel ready to give him a reply. Nose still throbs by the hit but it’s faint now. 

‘‘Uhm…- yeah, other than the ‘expected’ symptoms, I don’t feel like something is wrong, or not supposed to happen. No more painful urination, though I still need it frequently.’’ you grimace lightly as you share, shifting a bit. ‘‘But yeah, I’m okay.’’ you try to wipe the fresh embarrassment with the non glowing smile you had in your storage. Probably he should but you still don’t know if he needs to know that you choose adoption. As he is your doctor, and the one who is taking care of you and the baby, you know that he must know about it, but unpleasant eerie stops you from doing what you should.  

Old habits die hard, that’s for sure. 

‘‘Excellent. It’s good to hear that everything is going on it’s way, and today, as now you are in the tenth week of your pregnancy, I’m recommending you a genetic test in case there is any birth defect.’’ 

‘‘What is that?’’ even though Seokjin was done with talking, you utter so fast that it feels like you interrupted him, as you shut your mouth with wrinkled brows. It was just getting tiring day by day with all of these tests, things to do and not to do, being extra careful because you have another living creature in you to take care, more than yourself. No more selfish, damaging, stupid choices can be done as your body no longer belonged to you. At least not only to you and this was really, really tiresome. 

As he was expecting this, Seokjin comes up with some papers as you can understand them. ‘‘As I said before, it’s a test to acknowledge any kind of defect in the baby. These tests take two forms: screening tests and diagnostic tests. And a screening test tells you the likelihood that your baby could have a birth defect; a diagnostic test tells you with more than ninety nine percent certainty whether the baby has the disorder.’’ He explains more as you take the papers from him, scanning the words but they are almost identical as Seokjin continues with his further explanation. The blank eerie gets heavier and heavier the further he talks, and when he comes to the risks, it feels like your pulse palpitates on your throat. Tearing your eyes from the papers that sit on your lap, you stare at the man who is still talking. 

‘‘There is small risk of miscarriage, that’s why you need to carefully consider tha advantages and the disadvantages of these test before you make any decision, even it’s small.’’ 

A slap to the face, a weight falls on your stomach after Seokjin is done with his statement. Mouth hangs open, you stay still, silent as the Doctor waits patiently, now he is behind his desk, sitting his hands intertwined. As if he knows the new information would put a heavy dullness in you as he searches your every movement, yet you gave him hardly any. 

‘‘Do I… have to?’’ 

The idea of taking these tests would be tiring is there but the cause of your nausea is not just that. More likely, it’s the idea of losing something. Even though that something doesn’t belong to you because you never wanted it, and nothing has changed since then. Whether it's the guilt of knowing everything caused because of your recklessness, or it’s because you feel obligated to give the baby a good life due to your current maternal instincts - you hardly say you had one -, whether it’s beside you or far away from you, you feel the suffocating necessity. Even if the risk has one percent chance, you can’t take it. Maybe it’s odd to push your one percent chance to become free with the back of a hand, but that would be running away, and both of you already had one runner in your lives, and the baby wouldn’t need another. 

‘‘I know it sounds scary but you can take your time, you don’t have to do it now. You can search it a bit more about the cons and pros but I never had any problems with my former clients if you need any consolation. And you can always ask for me more.’’ 

Chewing your bottom lip, you still look at him in the eye like you need to give him an answer. You do trust your doctor but that doesn’t mean that you purposely rejected the idea of getting abortion while you deal with an unwanted pregnancy only to come across with a risk of miscarriage. Of course it is always there whether you do the test or not, but that's nearly a consolation. 

Nodding, you put all the papers in your bag before leaving the doctor’s office. Biding your goodbyes after ending with this week control. 

You come to the hospital with a dazed head, and you were going to leave it even more wrecked. But you just needed some air, somewhere to ease the wave of emotions that is going through your head. To catch your breath, you adjust your route to the cafeteria in the outdoors. Maybe, that could help you somehow. 

Not temporarily, but taking fresh air in your lungs somehow helped you. The phone call you had with Taehyung while you were at the verge of tears, too, and you sit in the cafeteria during all of these. Mimicking the doctor's words to your friend and Taehyung had listened to you, hang on your every word as much as he can on the other side of the line. Tried to console you, said that things will be alright and nothing bad will happen as if he was as sure as his name. And momentarily, you believed him. Both because you needed it, and he was being a good friend and you didn’t want him to feel useless. 

For good or ill, now, your heart is resting in ease. 

Well at least it was until you see a glimpse of dark uniform in the corner of the wall, and then a familiar face you haven’t seen in a while. A smile that softly shaped as heart, causing your heart to palpitate fast but in a much different way than the news you learned today, or the idea of your mother's future disappointment. It’s more thrilling and in a way even scarier than the other two options. As the opposite of how familiar the face is, the reason for your heart going this insane was abrupt. Even odd when you think the very less time you spent with the owner of the familiar face, yet it was there, forcing you to gulp down, consume every emotion he forced you to feel. 

Contrary to what you expect - and you didn’t know why you were expecting him to be happy after seeing you - his face falls, the shape of heart shutters around his mouth. And to your shock, it put needles somewhere near to your chest. 

The last time you saw him, the atmosphere was intense as you shared things that normally you wouldn’t do with a partially stranger but with him even though feelings were gloomy, you weren’t uneasy. And to you, when he was consoling you, internalizing what you were telling him, he wasn’t disturbed. At least he didn't look like that. But, the more you size him up, the more you get sure of his strange disturbance. And it did burn. Smoke choked you down, and put tears on your eyes. Fucking pregnancy hormones…

Not aware of your action, you caught your hand in the air, in the middle of a shake as Hoseok greeted you by the tiny bow of his head. And expecting more cutted harsly, as a knife in the gut. 

Whether it’s because of your blind act, or whether he feels obligated, Hoseok comes closer to the table you were sitting, leaving the person behind he was talking to before he saw you. With every step, you breathe another air to gather your confidence a bit high, but it’s useless as your hands start to tremble under the table, fortunately away from his sight. 

‘‘H-hi,’’ no matter how much Hoseok tries to sound friendly, it’s not, and you can hear in his voice as it comes out broken. His eyes are still deep and candid but not glowing the way it fascinated you when you first saw him. Still, you greeted him with a tight smile, wave of your hand small. 

‘‘Take a seat-’’ pointing the available chair, you cut yourself to say something else. To correct your words. ‘‘I mean if you want… of course,’’ 

To your surprise, he holds the chair to adjust for him to sit on. But everything feels so forced and awkward that you can’t stop wondering if you said something to him and cause him to feel uncomfortable around you. Your brain works so hard to scan the memories of that day, but you fail to find something so disturbing to make Hoseok shift in his seat, a line between his brows and a noticeably insincere smile. 

It takes minutes for someone to talk first and scare the clouds away only for a moment. 

‘‘Are you waiting for your appointment or has it already finished?’’ 

‘‘Ah, yeah, it’s done. I just needed to take a moment and fresh air because…’’ your voice eventually trailed off as you realised he just asked to look friendly and probably doesn’t want to hear your whelming emotions anymore. ‘‘of stuffs, you know.’’ 

Hoseok nods, his mouth thin as a line, and even though it shouldn’t, it breaks your heart. Yes, this man owes you nothing, and of course he doesn’t have to sit there and listen to how sorry and depressed you feel over the things doctor Seokjin have told you, but it still hurts to see him this… joyless. The curiosity burns deep and wild as you desperately want to know what the hell you did to make him this anxious, but your mind barely helps as you wander in the empty field. 

‘‘I should probably get going-’’ 

‘‘It’s been a while-’’

Words clashing and drowning one another, silence takes over and Hoseok abruptly stops above his chair as he was about to leave before you parted him. And now he looks at you with wide eyes, fear in his chest growing big as your bottom lip trembles for only a second but he catches it. 

He sits back on his seat with hands on the air. ‘‘Oh, yeah, it’s been a while since we last saw each other.’’ he says but you know it’s out of pity, and you would rather die than crumbling under his gaze. So you shake your head with a false smile, though hammers work in your chest. 

‘‘Ah, don’t mind me. Go ahead, you are probably busy and have so much to do. So, you can leave, seriously.’’ 

‘‘No-, no, no, Y/N. I’m sorry, I want to stay and talk to you, really. I really am sorry for acting rude.’’ 

Maybe because the look on his face, or the warm tone of his voice, you decide not to pressure him to leave after you ask if he really wants it for a second time. But he nods and smiles, and this time it reaches his eyes, a hot pink blossoms in you. 

Though, before either of you can say anything, a touch at your back stops you. You hear the breathy voice before you turn your head. ‘‘Ahh, finally I found... you. Care to explain why you are-...not picking your phone?’’ 

And when you turn over, you see a panthing Yoongi. His hand on his knee and looks at you with concerned gaze. Then, they leave you only to land on the man on the other side of the table, and Yoongi’s eyes go wide. 

He extends his hand in a non-moving shake to the air. ‘‘Oh, hi. Sorry to butt in.’’ he stretches his hand towards him, the ghost of a smile appears on his lips. ‘‘It’s Yoongi,’’ 

Voice deep, and it takes long to draw out when the man in dark uniform mirrors the act. ‘‘Hoseok.’’ 

[brunotrash]

🩸Diabolik Lovers where everything is the same except I’m the mc🩸

*An: This was just a random idea that I had so like don’t expect it to be serious and yes I’m going to be doing this with More Blood (also if the grammar/spelling is messed up...deal with it <3)*

Ep 1: 

when ayato took the phone I would be like "I'm happy you ain't dead but gimme my damn phone back"

nah if that was me I would be struggling way more and telling him to get off like who he thinks he is pushing up on me and we don't even know each other name

ayato: "you already know I'm about to take you" me: 👁👁💢 take what bitch

instead of pancake he would call me melons or sum cuz I got them big honkers and like I know that but him telling me that would make me so upset and I would call him a perv  

When laito and kanato licked me I would stand up and be like "what's up with yall and licking me plus where did you even come from" 

bruh ion like reiji but I would say "thank you finally someone with sense who isn't obsessed with licking me" 

ayato: "yours truly is going to take her every first experience" me: you have too much nerve

when reiji said the stuff about being impolite I would say "sorry about that but these other guys have been impolite to me and it's just made me feel unwelcome" because I would think he's different than the others  😞💔 oh how wrong I would be

them: talking bout brides and sacrifices me: ion like neither of those options 🧍‍♀️

Laito would not get away with calling me bitch-chan he can use kitten or sum but he ain't calling me no bitch ✋✋

please when Subaru broke the phone I would be like "BRO DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH THAT COST WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU" 

me seeing Cordelia "IS THAT THE GRIMM REAPER"

ep 2:

laito: "are you tryna come onto me" me: no you're the one tryna come onto me leave me alone 

I would tell ayato to stop calling me melons and he wouldn't I would already be so done with him and then when he says my opinions don't matter I'll be like "and ur opinions don't matter to me"

reiji: "unless you want a whipping don't try anything reckless" me: a what now 😳

when ayato tells me to make takoyaki I would be like "I don't know how to cook I can barely do myself a grilled cheese sandwich so either do it yourself or teach me" 

I would smack ayato but I would probs still get bitten </3 a for effort at least

me 🤝 Yui: both drowning

ep 3

reiji: "one of these days I will take you aside and discipline you thoroughly understood?" me: oh so u one of them kinky motherfuckers gotcha 

I would tell ayato he got problems on sum sadist shit talking about feel more pain I would be suffering (literally and mentally) 

"No shu I did not come in here to see you naked I just wanna clean myself I'm leaving tell me when u get out" and then he wouldn't let me go 😐

Shu pulling on the hair reminds me of when my momma used to do my hair shit hurt :,)

shu: "think twice before contacting me again" no need to tell me again 

bro I would tell laito "ion belong to no one plus I didn't even consent to be a prize in this game I'm not an object" and he would be like "but you are an object your only purpose is to feed us your blood you will come to realize that soon kitten~"

ep 4

kanato going wild that I got him coffee me: 😟 it's not for all this sir please

nah right when laito's hat got taken off I would have been tryna run but he wouldn't let me go again a for effort. but that whole church scene I would genuinely be terrified and be crying and struggling so hard :,) it would probably turn him on becauses a sick bastard ✋ (I feel like he has a dacryphilia kink but then again what kink doesn't laito have)

ep 5

Yui needs to stop saying sorry but I would just look at kanato like 😟 therapy you need it and that's a factual statement 

my gag reflex would come when kanato kisses me I'm sorry pfft I don't even know why but I feel like it would 

when reiji said he wouldn't make tea for me I would be like "that doesn't seem like good manners to me 🙄"

I would be like "what did you put in the tea this better not be no get out shit"

this is when I would pop off at reiji and be like "you talking about me being impolite for coughing while you put something in my tea that's ruder than anything you damn hypocrite I can't believe I thought you were different"

ep 6

kanato on the edge would make my intrusive thoughts go wild like "what if I just pushed him off and dived out right after him" 🙈 

right when I see the doll room I'm not gon even step one foot in the room and I'm gon run away gives me Annabelle vibes I hate it

I would take up Subaru's offer but I would be like "but yall said I would die if I tried to escape" and when he gave me the knife I would be like "say less sheshhh thanks dude" 

I would threaten laito with my new acquired knife like🔪>:(  but when he says murdering is love to vampires I would be like "shit are you serious if it makes you happy then obviously I don't wanna do it now"

ep 7

me seeing the triplets as lil babies "they look kinda cute but this means that vampires can age but when to they stop aging-" *cue me rethinking the whole vampire lore*

Cordelia yelling at ayato and telling him to be the best "no wonder he's such a narcissist looks like all of yall need therapy and not just kanato"

ep 8

me looking into all the diaboys memories: I thought I had family issues but yall have mega family issues 🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️

ep 9

me when shu pins me down: OH NAH IM NOT TRYNA RECREATE WHAT HAPPENED IN THE CHURCH WITH LAITO-

"women are terrifying" sir if anything I'm more terrified of u stop sucking my dang blood please

me seeing Richter for the first time: how you a vampire giving off vampire hunter vibes it must be the coat-  

ep 10

"have you become afraid of us now" bro I always was-

sees Cordelia again "oh shit something bad is about to happen ri-" *gets possessed*

as for eps 11 and 12 I had nothing to add lol

[obscureoperations]

I have a question, if I made him a chocolate dipped marshmallow dessert and injected blood into the marshmallow, do you think Martin would like it? And how would he react?

See this is why I like when you guys ask me this stuff, gotta love your random ideas! I'll admit I woulda never came up with this idea, but its interesting to say the least!

I mean who's blood? Was it yours? If it was, that might be a bit of a problem. He didnt want to take anything from you, you were almost sacred in his eyes. But if it was, you'd just have to explain to him why you made it, you just wanted to make him happy. Martin loved sweets and you knew it, you always enjoyed baking him things. It wasn't rare that he would go to work with a lunch that you packed--at least one sweet creation in the mix. He was so thin, a few indulgences couldn't hurt, you had no idea where you came up with the idea. You collected the blood via one of his syringes that you nick'd. you weren't that put off by pain.

You really didn't want to surprise him at lunch, so you waited till he came round to your house one day. It was clear that you had been baking. Pots and pans all over the counter, the sweet smell of vanilla in the air. He looked at a kid in a candy store when you evxplained just what you were doing. You needed to find your niche, your own signature creation--- so you were just doing...all of this. He was already washing his hands, eager to help. "What have you done so far?"

"Well, I've made home made fudge, Im going to be using it on the strawberries later, I already have the filling set for the cheese cake. I've added lemon, I think that might give it an extra kick... oh, and a zest of orange."

He loved to watch you work. It was clear that you were passonite about cooking. The way you flittered effortlessly about the kitchen-- seemingly attending to dozens of things all at once. He enjoyed seeing you so happy, doing something that you actually loved. The fact that he got to be the guinea pig to your confections was only an added bonus.

"Now... I've made you something." You announce as you waltz over to the fridge. "Made me something?" "Yeah, it's special... just for you... try it." You offer over a black shiney plate with some sort of chocolate dipped confection resting in the center. It was small, cylinder shaped, there was even a faint dust of powder sugar over the top. He eyes it suspiciously as you barely contain your grin. "Is this some sort of an edible? I already told you, I don't mess with that stuff."

"Noo! not at all. I dont want to spoil the surprise, but its your right to know. I-- its the filling. You know how one of your syringes went missing. I--"

The wheels were already starting to spin in his head. Did you really? "I took it because I had an idea. I know that you dont want to drink from me... and thats fine. I just... I just wanted to make something that you'd really like. If you don't want it thats okay."

" You did this just for me?" he whispers, eyes still transfixed on the plate. He didnt want things to escalate once he got a taste. If that happened, he had no idea what he would do. He knew he would never hurt you extensively... but just the mere though of being out of control he was already starting to shake.

"I did... I just thought you might like it, but if you think it might be a bad idea---"

"No! no... I love it... thank you. "

~~~

He loves it most definitely. The main reason he was hesitant was that he thought the taste alone would trigger the urge. He would never actively drink from you as much as he might want to. It was something about the presentation. The familiar taste and ions, but it was almost frozen. He couldn't feel the warm liquid coating his tongue, dripping down his chin seeping onto the bed. There was no strange animalistic urge for more. There was just a closeness that he couldnt describe. You actually went out and made this just for him.

[lightskinrry]

SNEAK PEEK from my upcoming piece AQUARIUS aka emotionally unavailable harry and you’re simping 

no ion know when im posting coz im on vacation but its almost done so soon im hoping lmaofnej anyway enjoy this lil bit 💗

It was almost seven o’clock. You weren’t hungry since you had a late lunch and you didn’t want to cook tonight anyway. You were lingering around your apartment, trying to think of something to do. You weren’t in the mood to go out, not in the mood to stay in. Not in the mood for anything it seemed. You dropped your whole weight on the couch with a sigh. You pulled your phone out of your sweatpants’ pocket and scrolled through the same app you had already been scrolling for an hour.

And another hour passed.

You left your phone on the couch as you got up with difficulty, the print of your ass hot on the couch from the hours you’ve been laying there doing nothing. You walked quickly to the kitchen to grab a snack, stopping to look at yourself in the mirror; always a cutie but you really needed a shower.

You walked back to the couch and picked your phone up and at your surprise, you had a text from Harry. It was past eight. And you hadn’t replied to his previous text. What did he want?

You opened the text and you felt a shiver down your spine. “Fuck.”

The message read “Hey doing anything tonight?”

You wondered if you missed the text from earlier but as you started typing, another text popped up on your screen. “Wanna come over?”

You wanted to scream. Not only from the excitement but also from the frustration. He’s asking you to come over last minute like you two have been dating for months. You started typing: “been sitting on my couch for hours… lemme take a shower and ill be on my way”

But it took you a second to re-read your message and realise how desperate it sounded. You erased and tried again. “im out in town with some friends” You pressed sent and quickly followed with another text so he didn’t think you were blowing him off. “i can stop by later if thats cool with you”

You took a deep breath and really hoped he would answer fast so you could start getting ready. When even was the last time you got ready for what was obviously a dick appointment? You could get to his place in your sweatpants and bonnet. But it was Harry. You wanted him to be mesmerized. You left your phone on the couch and moved to your room looking for what you were going to wear. Hoping that not having your phone in hand would make his answer faster.

You picked something simple to wear so it would be even simpler to take off; a white shirt and an orange corduroy flared pants. No bra and lace panties. Something simple. You placed the clothes on your bed and rushed to the bathroom. You quickly undressed and stepped into the shower. Good thing it wasn't a wash day for your hair. You tied them up and rubbed your body with your coconut shower gel, did a quick scrub and thought about shaving, something you stopped doing ages ago when you realised how useless it was.

“Hell no girl. You’re not doing that for any man.” Your inner self stopped you. At least if he commented on it, it was a good reason to dump his ass and move on.

You stepped out of the shower, put on your bathrobe, and promptly went to check on your phone. To your relief he answered but you still had a lump in your tummy… What if he canceled?

You opened the text. “That’s cool with me but don’t come too late please”

You sighed in relief and checked the time; 8:29PM. If you’re quick getting ready, you could be at his place before 9:30.