#it is so silly!! but probably not good for me

[vrystalius]

Not saying “I love you“ back to the Squid game men.

How will they react if you don‘t say it back? In what scenario would they not say it back to you?

Pairing: The Recruiter, Thanos, Nam-gyu, Dae-ho, Gi-hun, In-ho x gn!reader

Summary: Them not saying “I love you“, their reaction to you not saying “I love you“

Genre: fluff, a lil bit of angst sprinkled on top

(Pre-Squid game)

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Gong Yoo // The Recruiter // The Salesman

♡— Him not saying I love you…

It barely ever happens, really. He adores everything about you, from your face, voice, body and the ground you walk on; that man is ready to worship you like a devoted follower would to the most merciful goddess. Therefor he would always be aware of how to make your day a little better, even if it‘s just a small “I love you” or a gentle kiss here and there.

The first thing you hear from him in the morning is a groggy voice mumbling a small “Good morning love...” into your ear while warm kisses were trailed down your back.

While standing in the kitchen and searching the fridge for any signs of a tasty breakfast, a small “I love you, I‘ll be back later!“ would echo slightly through the apartment as the front door closed.

Once, he did forget to say his usual I love you on the way out. He thought about how he possibly could forget? You‘re probably overthinking everything now and think what you might‘ve done wrong or do to offend him. You didn‘t, though! He was just too caught up in perfecting his appearance because his damn hair refused to obey and submit to his meticulous styling.

The poor man was almost scared to come home. As some sort of peace offering, he bought some of your favorite take-out food alongside some dessert, flowers and a new bracelet he thought you might like. Anything to try and make you know that he does really love you.

“Apologies, it completely slipped my mind. It will never happen again my sunshine. I love you.”

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♡— You not saying I love you back…

His face may be neutral and his expressions calculated but his features soften up immensely when you show even an ounce of affection. His smirk shifts into a dreamy smile, the crinkles around his mouth shifting and becoming bigger, his eyes twinkling just a little. He just can’t suppress when you even look at him.

Your kisses and words energise him, gift him life, so whenever you don’t give him that little boost of dopamine, he gets visibly more tense in a way.

The silence that followed after his usual “I love you my darling, I’ll be back later!” was almost eerie to him. He stuck his head back into the kitchen to check if you even heard him. You glanced back at him for a moment and gave your husband a dismissive head nod. So you did hear him?

Silently, he left the apartment and went on with his usual day during that time of the year. For some reason, today he is especially looking forward to slap his elders for loosing a damn children’s game. His face remained neutral and had his usual smirk on his face, but deep inside, he’s offended, confused, worried, stressed; all the negative emotions someone can feel after their spouse doesn’t reincorporate ones affection.

Do you want a divorce? Because hell no, he’d never let you go no matter how hard you

But once he got a little text message on his phone that read a simple: “Need cuddles in bed later pls. Got some snacks too. Love you.”, all of his worries washed away in an instant. You probably were still too sleepy to answer this morning.

A smile spread over his face as he thought about slipping into your arms tonight. Isn’t it ridiculous how he melt like putty in your hands?

“You forgot something this morning and it did worry me a lot. But it doesn’t matter, it’s silly anyway.”

Thanos // Su-bong // Player 230

♡— Him not saying I love you…

It’s actually quite rare to hear Thanos say “I love you” word for word. He still feels awkward committing himself to the relationship you have and those three magic words feel so heavy on his tongue, so he’ll rephrase them to suit his level of comfort. “Love ya”, “Thanos loves you” and “Me too” are his ways to dodge the action to reincorporate those sweets words you shower him with.

Thanos only really says “I love you” if you two are alone, sober and you holding him in your arms. To be cradled by someone he admires, cares and loves so much makes him want to cry for some reason, but he suppresses those emotions and instead buries his face in your shoulder as your hand soothingly runs up and down his back.

Those are the times you hear a small “I love you…” being mumbled against your warm skin.

So quiet it’s almost unnoticeable, yet it was there. You know Su-bong needs time to get used to everything, so you’ll settle with a small audio message-rap in reply to your usual “I love you” text message.

“Back to the kitty ‘cause she kinda pretty, I can’t stop looking at her ti- ti- ti-face.. Anyways, thinking of you babygirl. Iloveyatoo.” (You barely caught him saying this the way how quietly he mumbled it into the mic)

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♡— You not saying I love you back…

It’s fine. It’s cool. You don’t have to reassure him every day that you love him, it’s totally fine. You still love him like you did the day before.

It causes a deep panic inside of Thanos when you don’t give him his usual “I love you” text in the morning after he had woken up. He kept checking his phone like a madman, while he was brushing his teeth, peeking his arm and head out of the shower in the middle of shampooing, staring at his text messages while microwaving himself an convenience store meal. Nothing.

Not wanting to reach out first and appear clingy, he decided to write you like he is not having a full blown eternal panic attack. A small voice message here, a picture of his food there, a selfie from the bottom to show off his double chin, anything really.

You replied like normal but still, his eyes searched for the three key words. I. Love. You.

Thanos doesn’t want to admit to himself or to anyone for that matter that your calls, texts, hell, you coming over is like the most addictive drug to him. And he had his share of all kinds of colourful drugs.

His foot was nervously tapping the ground while his finger kept ringing your poor doorbell until you were forced to answer. He gave you a close look up and down, his lips formed into a pout of sorts.

“You okay? You didn’t text me you love me this morning. It’s totally cool and all but like… do you want to break up with me or something?”

Nam-gyu // Player 124

♡— Him not saying I love you…

Similar to Thanos, at first, Nam-gyu barely ever told you how much he loved you, liked you even. He just assumed you already knew and his actions were enough. A small side hug there and ruffling your hair here had to be enough for the rest of the week anyway.

He is guarded, afraid of commitment and to be frank in belief that you’re using him for the longest of time. Maybe you’re just “dating” him to get access to high-end drugs, all kinds of clubs or whatever else reason there is there to date him but for love.

You had to say those three magic words first for him to get comfortable with the thought that you are actually just want to date and love him. It came to him in the middle of a night shift at a random club he was supposed to promote. A moment of enlightenment.

Nam-gyu hid in a bathroom stall with his phone and ignored whatever the couple was doing next door, writing you a whole paragraph about what he was thinking, feeling, before deleting everything again because he thought he’d come off as some kind of pussy if he’d sent that.

His first time telling you how much he loved you was at your place. A casual evening watching some random movie you picked out while being arms deep in a bag of chips and dressed like a homeless person, Nam-gyu was staring up at you as if you were the most beautiful person in the universe even during this ungraceful moment of yours, admiring you in silence until finally…

“I love you.”

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♡— You not saying I love you…

Did he fuck up again? Do or say something wrong? Don’t you love him anymore? Was there someone else?? His thoughts go ballistic as he stared at the screen of his phone with a deadpan-expression, trying to shake the crippling fear and nervousness off while looking nonchalant.

Nam-gyu’s finger kept hovering over the call button to check on you in case something happened because there could be a whole other person talking to him by how there were no affirmations at all.

He doesn’t want to appear clingy or too attached to you as that may scare you off or even disgust you, so Nam-gyu’s casually mention that one time you didn’t say “I love you” while fidgeting with his ring, trying to appear indifferent about it while intensely watching your facial expression shift to try and detect if you’re lying about your reasoning or not.

Your boyfriend is afraid to not be good enough, too much, too little. Your little affirmations give him reassurance, every day a little more until he’s full convinced that you do really, really love him.

“Hey, uhhh. Did you forget anything today?… No? You sure? Mkay.”

Dae-ho // Player 388

♡— Him not saying I love you…

Never happens. Either he is dead and not able to reply to you or already said it multiple times throughout the day. Dae-ho has separation anxiety and gets nervous when he doesn’t have you in line of his sight or not around him in general, that’s why he always tells you how much he loves you whenever he can.

Off to the bathroom? I love you. Bringing the trash out? I love you. Getting dressed? You’re gorgeous and I love you. You could be simply existing and Dae-ho would bury his face in your neck and mumble a soft I love you into your warm skin, his lips planting a soft kiss here and there.

Dae-ho is just a little scared about saying his usual affirmation in front of his family, mostly his father. He’s a very affectionate and physical man but he still wants to look like the tough-marine-son his dad wants to see.

His sisters know better though, they see how their brother’s eyes twinkle in delight when you help his mom out in the kitchen with the dinner.

He does make it up to you after coming home though. Your boyfriend will stuff the leftovers his mom gave him into the microwave and usher to you made yourself comfortable on the couch while he makes some preparations to completely pamper you for the rest of the evening.

Sometimes Dae-ho’ll even try to flirt a little but he’s still a little awkward in that department.

“Hey, do you want some snacks with that? A drink? O-Or am I enough of a snack…?”

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♡— You not saying I love you…

Every time Dae-ho tells you that he loves you, you always reply with equal enthusiasm. How could you not? That golden retriever of a man gets that almost childish smile of his whenever you kiss his cheek or just tell him that he looks handsome today.

Once, you tested how he’d react when you don’t give him his hourly dose of dopamine by deflecting or ignoring his touches.

As his arms securely snaked around your waist and gently pulled you against his torso, you paid him no mind and continued to stir the ramen in the food container. He watched the noodles move in circles and gave your waist a gentle poke, trying to pull your attention to him. Dae-ho’s eyes slowly dimmed and the edges of his smile turned downwards.

The silence made him seriously nervous. You could feel his rapidly increasing heartbeat drum against your back.

“Hey… is everything okay? Did I do something wrong? I’m sorry. Can you talk to me?…”

Gi-hun // Player 456 (post s1)

♡— Him not saying I love you…

Gi-hun always reassures you of his love, even during arguments. He wants you to know that he cherishes and loves you for the rest of his life and that you are his everything. Whenever he doesn’t say I love you, something must’ve happened.

He has been missing for a whole week and you had no idea where your boyfriend went. Gi-hun didn’t leave a note, a voice mail, no nothing!

And after he returned and suddenly began giving you expensive gifts, the same boyfriend that used to ask you for money to get himself an convenience store dinner, now began buying you new headphones, bracelet and whatever else you even eyed.

It was nice, sure, but you were more worried about his mental state. He was paranoid and quiet, kept checking his whole body for some kind of tracker and barely ever spoke what was on his mind. Gi-hun began having panic attacks and you were barely able to leave his side because of how terrified he was to leave you alone.

He barely touched you, gave you kisses or affection. He changed after whatever happened during that week he went missing.

While running your fingers through his hair, trying to make him fall asleep after being awake for two days straight, he sleepily stared up at you through his dyed-red hair. His voice was quiet, broken almost.

“I’m sorry. Please… know that I love you. I love you so much.. Don’t leave me, please… please...”

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♡— You not saying I love you back…

Your boyfriend called out to you but you didn’t quite hear what he said, so you replied with an “yeah!” and just hoped that that’s an appropriate response to whatever he tried to tell or ask you. It wasn’t.

Gi-hun stood there for a couple of moments, waiting on your reply to yelling “I love you!” across the whole apartment. When nothing came, he didn’t call out to you again. You were probably busy with something or don’t want him with your right now, he gets that.

Later though, thoughts of self-doubt began to cook up inside his mind. As he bit all his nails to shreds he overthought about how you had enough of him now. Maybe you are falling out of love now after how the death games fucked up his mind and body. You’re surely fed up with his paranoia and secretive behaviour, how much he has been obsession over finding a weird salesman. Surely.

The metallic taste that spread inside his mouth after biting the skin surrounding his nails began to open and bleed finally pulled Gi-hun out of his self-destructive thoughts that continued to circle like a toy train. Picking up his throwaway phone and choosing the one contact he saved on every single burner phone he had as “Reason to smile ❤️” and pressing the call button.

“Gi-hun? What’s wrong?” Your voice forced a small smile to form on his face. He hesitated

“Hey. Just wanted to ask if I should bring some take out home tonight. That’s all.”

In-ho // The Frontman // Player 001

♡— Him not saying I love you…

It’s purely just to tease you. When bored, In-ho will make you his greatest entertainment.

He likes making you annoyed and flustered, so he’ll intentionally ignore you just to make you react and pout at him adorably while he was trying so hard to keep his stone cold face and not break into a shit-eating grin and maybe even pull on your cheek to make you whine even more.

In-ho adores your whole being and cherishes all of your affections, so he’ll let himself get showered in them any tome he can.

Expect you to he cuddled up on his lap while he was leaning back in the leather chair, mumbling a complaint about how you covered his whole face in kisses but managed to miss the bridge of his nose. He will not allow you to move off his lap until you covered his whole face in kisses again as compensation for that mistake of yours.

So, In-ho’ll intentionally not give you affection so you pay even more attention to him. He is like a cat in that way weirdly enough.

Once you finally break his facade, the flood gates will open and you will be showered, bathed, drowned in his affection, physical and verbal.

“Fine. I’ll say it just because you’ve been so good to me today. I love you, my dearest, lovely darling.”

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♡— You not saying I love you back…

In-ho has a dedicated frequency on his walkie-talkie for you, so he can call in and ask you to come to his office for a kiss that cannot wait, to inform you that he is in the bedroom and retiring for the day or just to tell you that he loves you randomly throughout the day.

Of course, you’d always reply back with your own gadget, but to pay back his infinite teasing he has done to you, you decided to ignore him the way he sometimes does to you. Payback.

Your husband called into your frequency. “Dove, are you free right now? Come to my office, I miss you.” and so your game begins. You simply ignored his request and continued getting comfortable in your bed and all the sheets surrounding you, grinning to yourself as you awaited the next time In-ho calls in again, for which you don’t have to wait long for.

“Darling, I am waiting. Do you want me to send someone to pick you up?” Your grin widened as you heard how impatient he was slowly getting with the lack of your response. “I can see you in the bedroom.” That one caught you off guard. Did he install cameras in your shared bedroom??

Almost on cue, your bedroom door opened, revealing the masked Frontman. His shoulders were tense and you could feel his intense state through the mask. You stared back, not expecting how quickly your husband would cave in and visit you himself. Innocently, you batted your lashes at him.

In-ho slipped his mask off and carelessly tossed it on the nightstand. “Why are you ignoring me? Are you upset or just moody?” Unimpressed, you silently glared at him. He gave you an equally uninterested look and leaned down to your face to give you a small peck on your cheek. “Not enough. More.”

A chuckle escaped his lips as his lips cracked into a smile.

“Demanding, aren’t we? Fine. As you wish.”

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Author’s note. Thank you for reading <3

Watch me announce that I’m going to post In-ho’s yandere profile and proceed to get hit with the most ungodly group-assignment in Chemistry. Anyways, take this as an apology! Had to write a little fluff for them since the only thing I’m finding is smut 🙏😭 I’m not complaining but this fluff prompt came to me like a truck during a class of mine. It was originally inspired by this post and I made a similar one before for the Demon Slayer hashira. Check it out if you’re interested!!

Anyways, make sure to EAT, SLEEP and DRINK enough!!

Take care of yourselves <33

[shytulipghost]

Here's a funny anecdote:

When I was 13, I had an idea for a time travel story which was about a kingdom that had a magical clock tower that was created by a wizard a long time ago. The citizens would heavily rely on said clock to go back in time and fix their problems (the problem though was that they would have to climb up the tower to move the hands of the clock anticlockwise).

An alternative for the citizens was to go up to the wizard's descendants for help. The descendants had a pocket watch that they could use to time travel and it was an object they would pass down from generation to generation (it worked the same way as the clock tower, but they could also move forwards in time and stop time). However, the citizens would take advantage of them and treat them as living tools instead of people.

I ended up abandoning the whole idea 2 or 3 years later because I didn't know how to develop the story and I was starting to lose interest in it.

...

Cut to last year, when I decided to watch the first two episodes of The Little Prince 2010 series out of nostalgia (to be more precise, the "Planet of Time" arc). I was having a good time rewatching it and I was slowly remembering the enjoyment I had for this series when I was a kid (I had only watched the first season). Then, I got to the flashback scene in the second episode, where the viewer is shown and told how the Snake tempted the watchmaker (a very important figure in that planet because he controls all the planet's clocks and how time functions there) to ignore his responsibilities and, unknowingly, slowly destroy his own planet.

Here's the relevant part of the flashback: the Snake basically asks him if he wishes to be a kid again and not be stressed and burned out anymore (the watchmaker had been exhausted lately because of his job). Once he seems interested in the idea, the Snake gives him a "solution". What's that "solution"? To grab a clock and move the hands anticlockwise so he can essentially "go back in time" (he doesn't actually time travel; he just turns into a baby).

The moment I watched that scene, I remembered my abandoned time travel story and thought: "Oh, so that's where I got that idea!" (I also realized that it was very ironic to be watching these two episodes again for nostalgic reasons).

I knew that some childhood shows and movies had a direct influence on my art and writing (for example, the main characters of the novel I'm writing are just the Mane 6 from MLP: you have the nerdy girl, the sporty girl, the girly girl, the silly girl, etc.), but I hadn't considered that "The Little Prince" may have also influenced my work (both the abandoned and non-abandoned ideas). I might have subconsciously taken other elements from it, such as some of its themes and plot details).

I think it also probably had a small influence on some of my antagonists (especially, some of my demon characters). There aren't any demons in the series, but the Snake is depicted as being kinda like Satan, with him tempting people and making deals sometimes. (Funnily enough, when the series came out, I had started catechesis and my mom had read to me an abridged version of the Bible that was made for kids. However, I didn't make the connection at the time that the Snake was acting like the serpent from the Bible).

NOTE: the series isn't a Christian show, but it's something I noticed after rewatching it. There aren't any other similarities to the Bible or Christianity besides that. Also, I'm not very religious, but I find stories with demons interesting.

being an artist and revisiting media you liked when you were 11 is like. oh ok. this shaped my sense of humor and the way I write characters and the way I pace narratives and the tropes I'm drawn to. and I vastly underestimated how much of an impact it had on me because I literally have not thought about it for 15 years. but it was there inside me the whole time. ok. ok cool! c ool

[hauntedhokage]

Anticipation

Itoshi Rin/F!Reader

rating: explicit

summary: you’re cat sitting for Rin while he’s away, the distance between you encouraging you to ask for help with more intimate matters.

word count: 1.9k

warnings: phone sex

Requested!

“Your cat is an asshole.”

Your comment makes Rin snort, a rare amused sound leaving the stoic striker.

“He likes you more than me.”

“I doubt it.”

This time it’s a thoughtful hum that leaves him, your best friend clearly considering how he would try to convince you that his cat did actually like you. But instead he tells you that the fluffy menace was only your problem for a couple more days, then you were no longer at risk of having your feet swiped at from under various pieces of furniture in his apartment.

“It’ll be nice to have you back for the mid season break,” you comment, making your way to his bedroom to get ready for bed. Time zones had been tricky for his daily check ins, his practices rubbing late had him calling and leaving voicemails while you were asleep. This was the first time in about a week that you’d actually spoken to him, and that was only because you were staying up late to get to do that.

“Yeah, save you from my asshole cat.”

“We can have a movie night or something,” you suggest, getting comfortable in his bed that has become yours while he was gone. The sheets still smelled like him despite his absence, and you weren’t going to deny how nice it was to be surrounded by his scent. “A lot of good ones streaming now.”

“That’d be fine. What are you doing right now, I don’t want to keep you up.”

“I want to talk to you,” you start, settling into the pillows while eyeing the vibrator charging on his nightstand. “Just got into bed, but I’m not tired so don’t hang up unless you have to.”

“I’ve got about an hour. Enjoying my bed?”

“A lot.” He hums at that. “Might just move in and make you take the couch.”

“We can share.”

That wasn’t a standard Rin answer; he should’ve said something along the lines of changing the locks or making you sleep on the floor. Not that you hadn’t shared a bed with him before, you were both mature adults that could do that without things faring awkward, but that was how he teased you.

But speaking of teasing, there was something more delicate on your mind and you were confident that Rin would be able to help - it would just be easier to ask if you didn’t have to look at him when you did. You’d need to be careful, tiptoeing along this line between friend and something else - something more - was a task done delicately. Otherwise the whole friendship could crumble, and Rin was not a person that you wanted to lose.

“Why are you quiet?”

“Wanted to ask you something, but I’m not sure how to ask.”

“Then just ask.”

Easy for him to say, he was great at being blunt (most of the time). This wasn’t something you were sure about, as Rin’s affection came few and far between. But you’d known about a girlfriend or two, affairs that didn’t last long but were long enough that he’d slept with them so he was your only option.

“How do you make a girl cum? Like…what’s your technique?” You feel like you’re in a furnace, your face hot as there’s a pause on the other side of the call. He probably thought you were stupid, figuring out how to cut this tie and ensure his cat was still taken care of from today on.

“Was there a sexual awakening that I missed?”

“Uh…no?” Your voice wobbles, embarrassment having taken over but you know you’re in the fire now. Rin wouldn’t drop this - he sounded too interested to be willing to. “It’s more like a me problem.”

“You need help finishing yourself off.”

“It sounds pathetic when you say it like that!” Your complaint earns a chuckle from him on the other side, and your face is warm with embarrassment. “But basically, yeah. I get so close and then it’s just…gone. Kinda silly, but it’s bugging me.”

“I can see why. Are you in my bed?”

“Yeah.”

“Bring anything with you?”

You hesitate to answer, since the implication of a positive response would be that you were masturbating in his bed while he was away. Not that it mattered, considering that you just told him something deeply personal regarding your sex life - a vibrator in his bed likely would be nothing in comparison.

“Don’t get it yet, first take your shorts off for me.”

It’s easy to follow instructions when it was Rin dishing them out. Usually the mask he wore when out playing soccer slipped, leaving a soft spoken man who just rolled with the punches for you to hang out with in your shared free time. When he maintained that control it always turned you on, the dull tenor of his voice and cold gaze sending shockwaves directly to your core that had you pushing yourself closer to him to absorb more of that energy that radiated off of him.

You’re obedient as he gives you instructions, first to wet your middle finger before sliding it between your folds. It’s only a bit embarrassing to feel just how wet you were hurt from talking to Rin - and you couldn’t even see what he was doing on the other side of the ocean. He sounds amused at the information, telling you to bring some of that wetness up to your clit.

“It’s about building anticipation,” he says, and you open your legs more as you continue to move your finger in tight circles. “Patience is key, don’t rush it.”

It was hard to be patient when you were desperate for that release that had been evading you for weeks. First it was just day by day, believing it was just a mental block or stress keeping you from cumming, but gradually became hour-by-hour that you worried you would never feel that bliss again. Patience would be near impossible when this was something you wanted more than anything else - if anything just to make sure that there wasn’t something irreversibly wrong with you.

“Relax.”

“‘M trying.”

“Not hard enough.” He was such a bastard. “I can’t get off until you do.”

Of course he’d challenge himself, placing a stipulation on his ability to help you reach that peak and actually fall off the edge and onto the other side. Typical Rin, but the labored breathing on the other end tells you something else. This wasn't just him helping you get off, this was full fledged phone sex now, the official crossing of a line previously left untouched. The question of what happens after this is better left unspoken, held back until Rin was in the same room as you and neither of you could dance around the topic. Not that he would, but you wanted to cover all bases.

“Do you need to stretch yourself out a bit or can you take your vibrator without it?”

“I should be okay without it.”

“Get it wet with your mouth, but play with it a little bit like you would if it was me.”

This had to be part of the anticipation. Playing with the toy that would be penetrating you as if trying to get it just as excited as you were. The additional prompt to treat it as if it were him you were sucking has your face hot - as if you were sitting directly in front of a fire.

“D-do you want it to be me stroking your cock?”

“As much as I’m sure you want it to be me rubbing your clit right now.” That had you humming as you brought your vibrator to your lips, setting your phone on your chest while on speaker so you could still hear him but use both your hands. “But we’ll work that out when I get back.”

You wish he could see you nod around the vibrator, since the sound you made at his statement could easily be interpreted as a sound you made at rubbing your clit. This would be so much easier if he was here, but you’d make do with what you had.

“Sounds so messy,” he teases, but you don’t care because you knew he liked it since he bothered to comment on it. “Get it nice and wet?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Then push it in slowly. I want you to feel every inch of it.”

You do as he says, eyes falling shut at the feeling of the penetration and trying to picture Rin on top of you. His hair would probably fall in his face, tickling your face as it moved with his head and his thrust.

His name tumbles from your lips in a stuttered gasp, prompting his own groan that has you clenching around your toy as you continue to guide it in. He reminds you to relax and take it slow, and you take a couple deep breaths before continuing until it’s at the hilt.

“Don’t turn it on yet, fuck yourself with it for me. Move slow,” he instructs, voice heavy with his own lust. “But move your fingers slow on your clit. Feel it build a bit.”

You crave the additional stimulation from the vibration but don’t dare to defy Rin’s instructions after you’d asked him for help. He wasn’t above stopping entirely if you went against his suggestion, and for your own sake you push the thought aside as your hands move like he’d instructed.

When he tells you to turn on the toy you don’t hesitate, keeping it on the lowest setting as he’d instructed and keeping the thrusts slow.

“Takin’ it so well,” he mumbles, and you nod your agreement as your hips raise of their own accord. “Feel good?”

“Y-yeah. You?”

“Yeah.” He pauses, and you can hear the wet sound of his hand sliding along his shaft. His breathing was labored, you assumed that he was doing his best to hold off as he’d promised, the sound one of the sexiest noises you'd ever heard in your life and would happily play on loop as the soundtrack to assist in your next solo session.

“Pick up the pace a bit. Not too fast and angle it so it’s pointing upwards a bit.”

He continues to instruct you, an “oh, fuck” or “shit” breaking up his sentences on occasion but making you clench around the toy you fucked yourself with. Being part of the reason why the ever-collected Rin Itoshi was falling apart was a unique position to be in, but a position you were excited to be in. The adjusted angle has you seeing stars, the tightening of your core an indicator of an ending you hoped you achieved.

“R-Rin, I’m gonna cum.” You actually were, and you were so excited that he’d gotten you there. “Oh my god, I’m gonna-“

“Don’t hold it. Cum for me and let me hear you.”

The way you cry out when you finally tip over that edge is unrecognizable. The waves of pleasure that crash through your system have your legs shaking as your thighs clench around your hand, tears pricking at your eyes at the immense pleasure you were finally getting to experience after what felt like a lifetime. On the other end of the line you hear Rin’s stifled groans as you assume he reached his own end. He probably looked so pretty, chest heaving and hair sticking to his forehead since he’d sweat, you couldn’t wait to see it in person when he got back.

Your body relaxes back into the mattress, your vibrator turned off but still held in your pussy as you try to steady your breathing as he asks: “Feel better?”

“Yeah.”

“I’m home on Thursday, and I’ll make you cum so many times you’ll forget you ever had issues with it.”

“Threat or promise?”

“Both.”

[araybiaaa]

❝ switching bodies for you, d. starkey. ❞

ooo. 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈… drew starkey & original black!female character

ooo. 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔… roleplay, praising, oral, penetrative sex, edging, squirting, unprotected sex, rough sex. anal, “good girl” praises.

ooo. 𝒔𝒚𝒏𝒐𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒔… she wants to try something different and her boyfriend is more than eager to comply.

ooo. 𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔… had this idea and i wanted to see how it would come out. and i think i like it although i envisioned it completely different in my head but whatever lol. 😬 dk if this idea has been used before but wanted to try something a bit different!

she knows that it was a rather peculiar ask; part of her expected him to say no or for his response to be more taken aback by the absurdity of it all but she was pleasantly surprised when he nodded his head in agreement and replied with a concurring, “okay.”

they were at home laid on top of the mattress; drew was sprawled halfway on top of her — his body nudged between her legs with his cock protruding against the fabric of his jeans, swelling in its girth, messily staining his briefs with precum that leaked from his flushed head. their pelvises chafed and teased against each other’s in a slow and torturous grind. despite the barrier, she could feel the evidence of his arousal brushing against her cunt every time she moved her hips in accordance with his.

“wait.” she murmured, licking her swollen lips as she retracted from the kiss to look at him.

he looked debauched with his skin flushed in the prettiest rosy blush, lips slick from the salvia that passed between their mouths and eyes lidded with lust. he furrowed his brow, breathing laboredly through his parted lips. “what is it?”

she chewed hesitantly on her lower lip, suddenly feeling shy and chagrined as the suggestion circled her mind. it was silly and probably strange, but there was something that she’s been wanting to try with drew for a while now. she was reluctant on saying it because she didn’t know how to properly approach or explain it reasonably.

she worried about the possibility of him taking offense to it or that he would think that she wasn’t satisfied with their sex life (which was so far from the truth — she doesn’t think she’s ever been with anyone that can make her cum as much as drew does.) so, she temporarily dismissed the thought all together until her interest about it suddenly piqued again.

“this might sound a little weird…” she begins, looking up at him underneath the length of her lashes. the furrow in his brow deepens but he nods, prompting her to continue. “but i was thinking maybe we could try something a little different tonight.”

“okay. like what?”

“like you fucking me but roleplaying as rafe,” she says, watching as his confusion deepened. “i know it’s weird, but i’ve always kinda fantasized about him and how he would be in bed.” her face flushes in warmth at this confession, she never actually thought she would admit this out loud to anyone.

she loves drew for who he is; but there was also something undeniably sexy about him when he’s portraying rafe. she’s visited the set a few times and observed the subtleties of his transformation — seeing him go from her doting boyfriend to an irascible psychopath. she knows that he was just acting, but seeing him bloodied and bruised and depicting someone so completely antithetical to who he is — had stirred something inside of her.

and she’s suddenly embarrassed again with how silent drew is after she finishes talking and she’s parting her mouth open to tell him to just forget she ever said anything, when he looks at her and nods, “okay.”

she looks at him again, gauging his reaction just to see if there’s any underlying reluctance or apprehension, because the last thing she ever wanted was for him to do something he wasn’t comfortable with just for her sake. but there wasn’t any. he seemed genuinely intrigued by her request and this realization excites her.

he leaned down to brush a kiss against her throat before sliding up to meet her mouth again. “how did you fantasize him being in bed?”

she whimpered softly, feeling her cunt throb in anticipation. “i don’t know… just rougher than you usually get.”

he hums in acknowledgment, nudging his nose against hers as he kisses her deeply, taking her bottom lip within the grip of his teeth. he sucked and nipped diligently on the soft skin until it swelled. he released the bruised flesh, sliding the palm of his hand over her stomach. her breath catches in her throat, goosebumps erect over her skin as his fingers hovered over the waistband of her flimsy shorts.

“drew,” she keens, writhing in desperation for him to touch her.

he shakes his head, clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth making at tsk-ing sound in reprimand. “it’s rafe, remember?” he murmurs, his breath tickles her skin as he nipped and sucked dark love bites on her neck.

she exhaled shakily, already so overwhelmed with pleasure that she forgot about the prerequisites that he reinforced. she arches her body further in his touch, nodding her head curtly. “good girl.” he coos, brushing his lips over every inch of skin that his mouth could reach.

his fingers tug her shorts and slick stained underwear off, pulling them over her hips and down her thighs until they’re bunched up around her ankles. she discards them with an absentminded kick, flinging them somewhere onto the floor with a soft thud.

drew retracts from the kiss, a string of saliva falls from their lips as he pulls away. his eyes lower; taking in the sight of her weeping cunt. he groans softly, “fuck you smell so good,” he marvels, the sweet scent of her musk lingers in his nostrils and has his mouth salivating. he slides down her body, lowering and angling himself so that he’s seated directly at her center.

his fingers brush against her skin as he slides a hand over her calf, hefting her leg over his shoulder. he’s rewarded with the sight of her pussy that’s glistening with arousal along her slippery folds. drew parts his lips into a puckered “o” as he buries his face between the sweltering furrow of her thighs. she whimpers, high and loud when the bridge of his nose brushes against her clit — it was the barest of sensations but still enough to have her shivering and moaning in pleasure.

he hovers his lips over her clit; then gently started sucking it until she’s suctioned in his mouth. he sucks and releases the pressure rhythmically, pulling her clit in and out of his mouth in a teasing catch and release. he holds her there, using the tip of his tongue to massage her clit. “rafe!” she shudders, eyes rolling to the back of her head as she feels her toes curling from the pleasure.

he makes his way up her vulva and increases the pressure so that the base of his tongue is nudged slightly under her clit. he continued to move upwards, using his tongue to stimulate the bottom of her clit. then, in one smooth lap, he’s relaxing his tongue and licking her up. tears sting in her pupils and blur her vision, her hips arch off of the bed as she thrusts against his tongue and pushes his head in further so he’s nearly suffocated in her cunt.

she chokes on a sob, feeling her body tremble at the stimulation. he inserts a finger into the penetration; brushing through her wetness as he teased the sensitive flesh. she bellows a cry, as her body writhes against the mattress. “i’m close!” she forewarns to no avail as she squirts messily in his mouth. drew licks up the remnants of her arousal as he lifts his head from its perch.

his mouth is slick and red; a combination of saliva and her cum messily coat his swollen lips. she’s still lulling from her orgasm as he begins to undress himself. he shrugs out of his shirt and maneuvers out of his jeans and briefs, tossing them aside on the floor until he’s left naked in front of her. “can’t wait to be inside of you again. gonna fuck you so good, baby.”

his cock curls against his thigh; fully rigid and painstakingly throbbing. he hovers over her again, aligning the swelled tip of his cock at the center of her cunt. he barricades through her wetness, grinding against her so that her swollen lips are chafing against his bare cock.

“fuck. you’re so wet for me, baby.” he murmurs, feeling her cunt lapping repeatedly over his cock, leaving a residue of her arousal slicking him every time he withdraws. he rubbed the head against her swollen clitoris, through her labia, against her entrance, then slid her cunt against him from tip to base. she draws out a loud moan, her head falls back against the pillow as the friction coils and pulls in her lower abdomen.

her cunt gapes around his tip — still sensitive and swollen from her first orgasm. he watches in awe, mesmerized by the sight of her pussy lips and how they stretch and lap against him. “rafe, baby, please!” her fingers grip the bedsheets, teeth dig so deep into her lower lip that she could taste blood stinting from the bruise. “i need you now.” she sobs, though her hips still move in accordance to his movements, tracing over the ridges and teasing her entrance.

the lewd sounds of his cock slicked in her wetness has him groaning in pleasure; his thrusts go languid as he feels his own orgasm licking up his spine. “that feel good?” he firms a grip on his cock and nudges his tip against her swollen clitoris; feeling her clench wantonly around him. she nods vigorously. her body’s shaking, tears fall freely from her eyes as he holds her there — lingering and brushing against her clit until the pressure becomes too much and she has to push him away to catch her breath.

a bit of his own precum mixed in with hers, causing the fluids to spill out of her cunt and down her thighs, forming a wet puddle beneath her.

his cock twitches at the sight of her like this; debauched with her face moist with perspiration and tears, pussy engorged and leaking with both of their fluids, hair messily pooled around the pillows like a halo. she already looked so fucked when he hasn’t even been inside of her yet. drew leaned forward to kiss her, feeling the wisps of her breath tickle his skin. “okay?” he raises a brow, looking down at her.

she’s squirted before, but the pressure of these the last two were far more intense than any of the previous times. she nods, licking her lips as she feels her cunt throb; an undeniable tell that she was ready for more.

“good. turn around for me,” he avers, watching as she complied eagerly and turned around so she was lying prone. drew stands on his knees, settling himself behind her. “ass up, baby. that’s a good girl.” he slides a hand over her cheeks as she inclines her back in a sinuous arch and holds herself up with her palms pressed into the mattress.

he spreads his knees a bit further, making enough room so that he’s settled in between her for a precise intrusion. palming his cock in his hand, he angles himself at her hole and nudged his hips forward as he began to slowly delve in. there’s a delicious pain that spreads through her body at the intrusion. the pain subsides and is immediately replaced by pleasure, inciting drew to continue filling her of his cock inch by inch until he’s brimmed at the hilt.

she chokes on a gasp, feeling the stretch of his cock swelling in its girth inside of her. her body trembles at the sensitivity and she has to pop her ass back to catch the tip of drew’s cock curled just past her perineum.

his eyes lower to where he’s nudged inside of her; the sight of it alone is enough to make him cum. “rafe!” her whimpering plead retracts him from his reverie.

he digs his fingers into the meaty flesh of her hips as he held onto her. he rolled his hips in an upward thrust; brushing his pelvic bone against her ass as he lingered there for a moment. “oh!” she shivers, feeling her body trembling from his breach. he withdraws until he’s halfway slipped out of her, then he’s fucking back into her with a vigorous thrust of his hips that has her body lurching forward at the exertion.

she arches her back further; pressing her face into the mattress as she changes the angle a bit so that she feels every penetration of drew fucking her deep in her bones. her ass ricochets against him with every forward thrust that he gives, she convulses around his cock every time he fills her again, reclaiming him in a tight stretch.

drew grunts and groans, his hands squeeze every inch of skin that’s in his reach as he fucks into her, mewling at the noisiness of their sex. he presses his hand down on her back, anchoring her in place as he implements a slow, languid stroke. “rafe!” she cries, her voice muffled from where it’s pressed against the mattress. she undulates her hips, meeting him thrust-for-thrust.

she bit the comforter as drew pulled out the tip and slid back inside in a smooth thrust. she ground her teeth into the cotton and squeezed her eyes shut as she felt his cock continue to fuck unrelentingly into her.

drew’s hand slid up the back of her neck and grabbed a fistful of her hair, tugging her head back hard as he thrust with more vigor.

“uh-uh. i wanna hear your sounds. i wanna hear you scream for me. wanna hear how good i’m making you feel.”

“drew-” she inadvertently says, feeling him tug her hair at the blunder.

“who?” he didn’t release his grip on her hair or the position he was holding her head in, bent far enough so that her body arched against the bed. “yeah you like when i fuck you like this, don’t you?” she made a strangling noise, almost blacking out with the sudden movement when his dick touches the perfect spot inside her. her eyes rolled back as she tried to form the word, but all that came out was a whimper.

her body lurched forward with the force of drew’s thrusts, and she was completely lost to the pleasure as he fucked her with abandon. the headboard knocks against the wall, the mattress creaks in complaint beneath them. drew could feel her clenching and seizing as she approached her climax, and it had him ready to cum as well with the base of his cock tingling.

“rafe! right there… fuck… i’m gonna cum.” she cries.

“you take my cock like you were made for it. you gonna cum for me, pretty girl? come on. cum on my cock. let me feel it,” that was all it took for her to jump off the cliff of release with a loud cry, eyes rolling back into her head and jaw going slack as her whole body shuddered. “that’s it. you’re doing so good, baby.”

all it took was a few more thrusts before drew came with a guttural groan, thrusting into her tight hole. he ground against her, fingers digging into her hair and pulling tight as he stuffed her full of his cum.

she could feel drew’s cum filling her up and trickling down the insides of her thighs. she moaned in satisfaction, clenching around drew’s cock sporadically, milking him for everything he had. her breathing was harsh and labored as she tried to catch her breath from getting fucked into the mattress. her whole body was sensitive, and every tiny movement of drew moving above her made her whimper.

he leaned down and kissed her shoulder softly, nosing over her cheeks and neck. he pulled out slowly, trying to not hurt tiana, who whined as his cock slid against her sensitive walls. she collapsed onto the bed with a soft groan, her body sinking into the mattress.

her limbs felt lax, every muscle in her body was deliciously spent. she rolls over, looking at drew who looked equally as disheveled — skin flushed, eyes lidded, chest heaving. she smiled sheepishly, chest rising and falling as she tried to catch her breath.

“you okay? i wasn’t too rough was i, baby?” he asked, falling beside her as he felt his own body go wilt from the exertion.

she shakes her head reassuringly, “i won’t be able to walk for a few days, but i’m okay.”

he smirks, leaning over to peck a kiss against her shoulder. “good. so did rafe live up to your sexual fantasy?”

“mhm. he exceeded my expectations.” she says, biting on her lip as she scooted closer towards him. she maneuvers her body so that she’s seated astride of his lap, comfortable in her perch. “but now i’m ready for drew to fuck me again.” she whispers softly, reaching between their bodies and grabbing ahold of his cock that twitches at her insatiable libido.

[ryomaandgundhamkin]

YO!!! THANK!! 1. random simple color thingy

2. CHOCOLATE…

3. kitkat, kaiden/kayden, kyle (rl)

4. numbers by temporex

5. nope. can’t.

6. CANT DOWNLOAD IT AT ALL…

7. yeppp

8. personality…? uh

9. m&m cookie hehheheh

10. DOG PERSON 100%

11. …neither? headphones probably

12. “SHEDLETSKY IS GAY??” (DONT ASK)

13. i know how to pronounce pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis and parastratiosphecomyia stratiosphecomyioidea and how to spell it correctly, by memory, and type it in 10 seconds or less.

14. mornin

15. NEXT TO MY DOG- /hj (my bed obv)

16. yuh huh

17. artistic silly addict

18. sweatpants bro jeans suck ass (no offense)

19. I DONT GO TO STARVUCKS IM SORRY

20. none. all colors are gud

21. my two stuffed animals ive had since i was born. its a lot of lore but. I will. sacrifice my life for them

22. neither, no thx

23. PTERODACTYL

24. half a year at most probably?? 5 months at least..

25. foob

26. streetwear, acubi, honestly i have no clue. im kinda a simple fellow but i love acubi much

27. artist. graphic design or whatever idk

28. single. i despise dating

29. SUPER COOL ACUBI RETRO FIT W BAGGY PANTS I LOVE

30. every Hamilton song IM SORRY. also from my obsession like a year ago, i still manage to remember the mr puzzles song… Im sorry… and a few hazbin? ruler of everything, maybe, and a few others i cant list…

31. a very dark brown. it looks like black but technically isn’t. so i call it brown /silly

32. definitely. who doesn��t?/j. i don’t do it a lot but sometimes.

33. hell no. fuck makeup. stupid ass

34. “your art is so good for your age”, “you should be an artist when you grow up”, “you have talent” THEY MAKE ME SOOOOO HAPPY honestly every compliment makes me so happy skipping frolicking around my room aghhjjsk

35. too many people to @. BASICALLY ALL MY MOOTS..?? MOOTS AND NONMOOTS YOU SHALT JOIN MWAHHAHAHA

~ 💖 ASK GAME 💖 ~

📷 What’s set as your phone’s lockscreen?

🍫 Cheese or chocolate?

✨ Do you have any nicknames?

🎵 Last song you listened to?

✏️ Have you ever written fanfiction?

😏 Are you on discord?

 💛 Do you have any piercings?

🐰 What do you think says the most about a person?

🍪 If you were a cookie, what kind would you be?

🐶 Are you more of a dog person or a cat person?

🎧 Headphones or earbuds?

🌼 What’s the last thing you said out loud?

🙃 What’s a weird fact that you know?

🦉 Are you a morning person or a night owl?

🧸 Favorite place to nap?

🏳️‍🌈 Are you a member of the LGBTQIA+ community?

🦋 Describe yourself in three words.

👖 Jeans or sweatpants?

🥤 What’s your go-to Starbucks order?

🧡 A color you can’t stand?

💎 What’s your most prized possession?

☕ Coffee or tea?

🦖 Favorite extinct animal?

🌙 How long have you been on tumblr?

🌴 Desert island item?

🐸 Describe your aesthetic.

🔮 What’s your dream job?

💙 Relationship status?

🌿 Describe your favorite outfit.

🎤 Is there a song you know all the lyrics to?

🤎 What color is your hair?

💌 Do you talk to yourself?

💄 Do you wear makeup?

🌸 Best compliment you ever received?

💞 @ your favorite blog.

Reblogs are appreciated!

[kaiyunsim]

study buddy —

pairing : student!jake x student!reader

summary : a solo study session turns into admiring from a far… and maybe more.

warnings : fluff, crack maybe, featuring riki as a partner for a project, jungwon as a roommate

a/n : FIRST FIC BACK !! also i got this idea after seeing a very pretty person across from me.

— wc : 1.7k — not proof read —

the library hums with a quiet that’s almost sacred. soft footsteps echo against the polished floors, books whisper as they’re flipped through, and the occasional muffled cough breaks the stillness. you sit at one of the wooden tables near the tall windows, sunlight streaming in and pooling on the pages of your textbook. the world outside is alive, but in here, time feels like it’s slowed, reduced to the rhythm of studying and the faint click of keyboards.

it’s during one of your periodic glances up, a fleeting escape from the density of your notes, that you notice him. he’s sitting a few tables away, angled slightly toward his friend, who you vaguely recognize as a regular in the library. they’re bent over a laptop, heads close together as they whisper and scribble in a notebook. the boy, the one with the soft, dark brown hair and a laugh that’s quieter than the rustle of paper, catches your attention.

he’s… striking, in that effortless kind of way. the kind of good-looking that makes you do a double take but also makes you feel like you shouldn’t stare for too long. his features are sharp but gentle, his smile easy but not careless. his sleeves are rolled up, revealing forearms that rest against the table, and there’s a focus in his expression that makes you think he’s probably the type to finish a group project before anyone else even starts.

you shake your head, refocusing on your notes. there’s a test looming, and the last thing you need is to get distracted by someone you’ll likely never see again. but despite yourself, your eyes drift back to him every so often. it’s not intentional, it’s just… he’s there, and he’s hard not to notice.

it’s during one of these glances that he catches you. your breath hitches as his eyes meet yours, warm and curious. your immediate reaction is to look away, cheeks burning as you pretend to be engrossed in the equation you’ve been staring at for the past ten minutes. you don’t see the small smile that tugs at his lips or the way he nudges his friend, motioning subtly in your direction.

minutes pass, but your focus is shattered. the interaction plays on a loop in your head, and you silently berate yourself for being so obvious. when you finally muster the courage to peek at him again, he’s laughing at something his friend said, the sound so soft you can barely hear it. your chest tightens inexplicably.

as the hours slip by, the two of them begin to pack up. you watch out of the corner of your eye, feeling a pang of disappointment. it’s silly, really, to feel sad about someone leaving when you don’t even know their name. still, the thought of not seeing him again… of this moment fading into the anonymity of library strangers, makes your chest ache in a way you don’t fully understand.

his friend slings a bag over their shoulder, and he follows suit, standing and stretching. you force yourself to look down, pretending to read, though the words blur together. they’re walking away now, their footsteps retreating, and you tell yourself to focus, to let it go.

but then, something slides across the edge of your table. a folded piece of paper, placed there with deliberate care. your eyes snap up, and he’s there, just for a moment, meeting your gaze with a shy but unmistakable smile. “see you around,” he says softly, before turning to join his friend.

you unfold the paper with shaky hands, heart thudding in your chest. scrawled in neat handwriting is a phone number and a simple message: “if you ever want to study together.” underneath, a small doodle of a smiley face.

the rest of your study session passes in a haze. the numbers and formulas on the pages mean little compared to the number on that slip of paper. you’re torn between texting him immediately and overthinking every possible way the interaction could go. by the time you pack up and leave the library, the paper feels like it’s burning a hole in your pocket.

it takes you a day to work up the courage. sitting on your bed, the message typed out and your thumb hovering over the send button, you take a deep breath. then, before you can second-guess yourself, you hit send.

hey, it’s me. from the library. thanks for your note :)

the response is almost immediate.

hey! wasn’t sure if you’d text. glad you did.

and just like that, the conversation begins. it’s easy, surprisingly so. he introduces himself as jake, and you learn that his friend’s name is ni-ki. they’d been working on a project for their engineering class, which jake jokingly admits is mostly ni-ki’s brainchild. you tell him about your test, how you’d been in the library for hours trying to make sense of concepts that seemed to dissolve as soon as you looked away from them.

what subject? he asks.

physics, you reply, adding quickly, a stupid elective i got stuck with.

there’s a pause before his response comes through.

physics isn’t stupid! i love physics.

his enthusiasm catches you off guard. really? you type back.

yeah! it’s one of my favorite subjects. if you ever need help, i’d be happy to explain things.

you hesitate, then reply, actually, that would be amazing. i feel like i’m drowning in concepts that make no sense.

then let’s meet up! he suggests. i promise it’ll feel less overwhelming when you’re not going through it alone.

you hesitate for a moment before replying.

i’d like that.

true to his word, jake invites you to study a few days later. you meet at a different table in the library, this one tucked away in a quieter corner. he’s already there when you arrive, a coffee cup in hand and a soft smile on his face. “hey,” he says, standing as if to greet you properly. “glad you made it.”

“thanks for inviting me,” you say, setting your bag down. “and for being willing to help me with physics. honestly, it’s been such a headache.”

he laughs, shaking his head. “it’s not as bad as it seems, i promise. once you get the hang of it, it’s actually kind of fun.”

the study session turns into two, then three, and soon it becomes a regular occurrence. you start to notice little things about jake—the way he taps his pencil against his notebook when he’s thinking, how his eyes light up when he talks about something he’s passionate about, the way his laughter feels like a warm hug on a cold day. he’s patient, explaining things as many times as you need without a hint of frustration. sometimes, ni-ki joins in, teasing jake about how much effort he’s putting into helping you, but it’s all in good fun.

one evening, jake suggests meeting at his dorm instead of the library. “it’ll be quieter,” he promises, “and we’ll have more space to spread out.”

you find yourself seated on the floor of his shared dorm room, textbooks and notebooks scattered around you. the space is cozy, with a lived-in feel that somehow puts you at ease. jake’s desk is neatly organized, and there’s a faint scent of coffee lingering in the air.

“let me know if jungwon comes in and bothers you,” jake jokes as he sits cross-legged beside you. “he’s harmless but likes to make fun of me.”

“i think i can handle it,” you reply, smiling.

the study session starts like any other, with jake patiently walking you through concepts you’d struggled with. his explanations are clear and enthusiastic, and for the first time, you start to feel like physics might not be entirely impossible.

but as the evening wears on, the weight of the day catches up to you. your eyelids grow heavy, and your notes start to blur together. jake notices almost immediately.

“you okay?” he asks, tilting his head to study you. “you look tired.”

“i’m fine,” you say quickly, though your voice lacks conviction. “just a little sleepy.”

“we can take a break, you know,” he offers gently. “you don’t have to push yourself so hard.”

“i’m good,” you insist, though your head starts to nod even as he continues explaining the next problem.

he’s mid-sentence when it happens. your chin dips to your chest, and before you can catch yourself, you’ve drifted off completely. jake pauses, blinking in surprise before a soft smile spreads across his face.

carefully, he shifts to grab a spare blanket from his bed, draping it over your shoulders. he adjusts the notebook that’s still clutched in your hand, setting it aside so you’re more comfortable. for a moment, he just watches you, his expression fond.

“you’re hopeless,” he murmurs with a chuckle, though there’s no malice in his tone.

it’s then that the door opens, and jungwon steps inside. he stops short at the sight of you sleeping, wrapped in the blanket, with jake sitting nearby like a watchful guardian.

“oh,” jungwon says, his lips curling into a teasing grin. “well, isn’t this cute.”

jake flushes, shooting him a look. “shut up.”

jungwon doesn’t seem fazed. “no, seriously. you two look good together.” he gestures vaguely at the scene before heading toward his side of the room. “just saying.”

jake shakes his head, his cheeks warm, but he doesn’t deny it. instead, he glances back at you, a small smile tugging at his lips. “maybe,” he mutters under his breath, so quiet that no one but himself can hear.

when you wake up a little while later, disoriented and sheepish, jake greets you with a reassuring smile. “feel better?” he asks, his tone light.

“yeah,” you mumble, rubbing your eyes. “sorry about that. i didn’t mean to fall asleep.”

“don’t worry about it,” he says, waving it off. “you probably needed the rest.”

jungwon snickers from across the room, but jake ignores him. as you gather your things to leave, jake walks you to the door, his usual smile in place. “same time tomorrow?” he asks, and you nod, grateful for his patience… and maybe something more.

as you walk down the hallway, you can’t help but smile to yourself, the warmth of the evening lingering like a gentle glow. maybe physics wasn’t so bad after all.

[solplease]

here's something no one asked for, my ocs when they were a bit younger! :] (more like how they were in highschool lmfao) ((not aster tho sorry my king. u did not have a highschool.))

as always, close ups and more info under the cut!! OH and i put an updated relationship chart at the very end!! it's in writing this time because i thought that would be easier (it's long.) </3 i am so sorry in advance there's a lot under this HAHA

lune:

lune was a little shit, he's very rebellious now but he was even more rebellious when he was a teenager lmfao

he would CONSTANTLY get into fights, anyone that pissed him off he did not hesitate to attack

his relationship with his parents was already bad but it quickly deteriorated at this point in time

he was relatively popular in school but uh, everyone stayed away from him or tried to be on his good side because... well yk! didn't wanna get attacked..?

also people thought he was annoying but hey at least he was good looking!

he did not know he was popular btw. like at all, no idea, still doesn't know

his grades were like... okay, not great, but not bad, and he would skip class a lot... dumbass

his nails were constantly painted different colours bc cecilia would do them often, he was also never seen without a bracelet on his right wrist

huge troublemaker (some things never change!)

he hasn't really changed since then lmao

cecilia:

she was a bit more reserved back in highschool, still nice and friendly but she had a hard time approaching others because she was nervous (and others found her a bit intimidating cause she didn't smile much) ((and she's related to lune and that guy was known for being crazy))

her and lune were known as "those rich twins"

was constantly stressing over lune because of how much he got in trouble it's not like their parents would do anything about it.

kept her hair long and undyed! she liked doing different things with her hair and would try out diffy styles a lot of the time

she liked having long hair, and randomly cut it off impulsively lmfao (3 am on a school night, she couldn't sleep and was like ok why not)

good student, wasn't always at school but she was doing well

hated going to school, couldn't tell you why, just hated it

she was really awkward as a teen, but she was trying her best

always had bracelets on, if you saw her she had a bunch on her left hand, and then just one on her right.

always had her nails done (she did them herself ^^)

would always carry a few hair ties on her in case any one needed to tie their hair

one time she tried to be cool and approached a girl who didn't have a hair tie and just dropped it in her hands and walked away (she then walked out of class bc she felt embarrassed)

she tried out a lot of different clothing styles

nox:

so, he still had a shitty sleep schedule!

hard to find, he was always somewhere, no one knew where tho

good student, did not give two shits about school though

not very memorable? he was quiet and would leave as soon as he could

every time there was a group project he would ask the teacher to work alone

didn't have any friends.

his classmates were kinda scared of him lol

would braid his hair a lot

had blue on him at all times, there will ALWAYS be blue in his outfits, whether it’s the shirt, pants, or a hair tie, he always had SOMETHING blue on him (this applies now too)

no one really knew much about him, and he liked keeping it that way

fuckass edgelord (kinda)

he was always like 5 minutes late to his first class (there was a cat that would wander around in front of the school and... he couldn't resist)

he would go see that cat every day btw. before and after school, he would also go eat lunch outside so he could see the cat (and he always brought something for it too!)

loser

cassian:

very social! had a lot of friends and was very outgoing

always doodling in class

he was rather popular! and well i guess some people didn't like that

he was known as the rich kid but people were always giving him things because he was super sweet HAHA

a really bright and helpful guy

he was usually seen with a smile on his face

it's a shame how things turned out, hm?

he would bring his shoujo manga to class and just read that (he was always sitting at the back of the classroom bc he was tall so the teachers didn't really pay attention to what he was doing)

and in the rare chance his teachers saw him doing something other than classwork they would mostly let it slide, he's a good kid, so it's fine (favouritism.)

lowkey the typical popular shoujo manga male lead (wow! just like he wanted!)

really good student too, always on top of his stuff

he had these sword earrings that he really liked, he used to wear them a lot!

always wore darker and muted colours, and liked more comfortable clothing

no one said anything but they really missed him after he left, maybe if someone helped him, things would've been different

rowan:

was completely different when he was younger

always angry, or sad, no one really knew what he looked like when he smiled

no one knew what was going on with him

but he was quiet, and didn't talk to many people, he wasn't a mean or scary kid, but people were still intimidated by him

his hair was longer and uneven, it looked like he had cut random bits and pieces

he was smart but wasn't doing so well in school

it always looked like something was stressing him out

he would stay behind after school

tense and uneasy most of the time

hair super healthy tho LMFAO (his mom would oil his hair regularly!)

he was completely different around his mom though, his source of comfort

if anyone from highschool saw him now they'd think he was a completely different person (in terms of personality, since he looks... pretty much the same)

although, in the last few months of highschool, his demeanor had changed for the better, he didn't smile much still but he looked a lot more relaxed and calm

aster: (his stuff is different because he didn't have school in his world lmfao. but here's how he was as a teenager and some other info about him!)

his hair was reallyyyyyyy long when he was still in his world (you end up cutting his hair when he came here lmfao)

he was really lonely because he was the only elf in his world and he had no company whatsoever

he ended up collecting a lot of things because he would wander around a LOT

dora the explorer has nothing on him bro

he was (and is) very curious about things, he really likes to learn

he somehow learned how to braid his own hair, would spend a lot of time doing that when he was bored

he has a horrible sense of fashion, you took him shopping once and he picked out the worst fucking outfits in existence, you're basically his personal stylist cause what the hell

he likes when you dress him up though teehee

he originally saw you in a mirror he found when wandering in the forest

he became really really curious about you and accidentally yanked you to him

he was confused but really happy

blah blah blah you end up living together, we all know the story! (if you don't, you suggested he followed you because you felt bad for him cause he was PAINFULLY lonely)

you took it upon yourself to cut his hair because it was REALLY long when you first met him, he likes having his hair long though, mourned the loss of his two front strands (he will be growing them back.)

he didn't talk to you for a few days after you cut his hair for the first time, wasn't your fault... you accidentally cut off one of the front strands and had to cut the other off to make it even

fun fact about him, his eyes glow in the dark, it can be scary at times.

oh and his ears are expressive, dunno how that works but it does! and he also never goes a day without wearing earrings! he prefers the ones he came with but doesn't mind wearing whatever as long as he has earrings haha

now for the updated relationship chart! (this whole post has been about them from a few years ago but this is their current relationships with each other!)

ROWAN -> LUNE: he’s a weirdo but i’m glad we’re friends, i can handle his craziness more than most people… probably, i’d say he’s like a brother to me, but at the same time i’d probably lose my mind if he was my brother. no idea how cecilia does it

LUNE -> ROWAN: somehow he’s gotten used to me, he’s not so bad, i guess i’d call him a friend

ROWAN -> CECILIA: she’s like a little sister to me! cute! we’re good friends :] i met her through lune, they’re close! we’re like siblings the three of us

CECILIA -> ROWAN: reliable and nice! i wonder how he’s friends with lune. also. we’re the same age?? he’s real sweet tho, and he’s kind of like a big dog? haha

ROWAN -> NOX: who? :D

NOX -> ROWAN: i’ve seen him before (around the twins) he’s close to cecilia and that other guy who she's unfortunately related to

LUNE -> CECILIA: my little sister <3 we are best buddies, i’d do anything for her, she was there with me in our hardest moments, i wouldn’t let anyone hurt her, and she wouldn’t let anyone hurt me, one of the only people i’ll listen to lmao (she’s kinda scary when she’s mad at me but it’s also kinda funny?) i like bothering her but she might kill me one day though. she hides herself a lot, i don’t know why, it’s always been like this. i wonder if it’s because of me..?

CECILIA -> LUNE: dawg you’re like two minutes older than me (won’t deny the best buddies comment) he’s a really good brother though… but tough to deal with, he’s always causing some sort of trouble, but uh, well. anyway, we’re basically best friends… his words, not mine (she’s lying) he’s crazy but he’s not a bad person..? <- would defend him with her life. he’s an interesting fella that’s for sure, i’ve known him my whole life but there’s always something new with him lmfao. sometimes he comes into my room to knock something over and then he leaves, what an odd guy.

LUNE -> NOX: cocky asshole. so annoying. go to hell already. and stay away from my sister, i don't want you plaguing her with your presence.

NOX -> LUNE: fuck you insane bastard, go die.

CECILIA -> NOX: he’s pretty sweet (??????) we’re really great friends! i didn't think we would become such good friends tbh, he didn't seem to be the social type, and i'm not very social either haha... we're pretty similar i think! i can't remember who approached who first but that's fine. also, this guy has one of the worst damn sleep schedules known to man, i worry for that man. also, him and lune hate each other, no idea why.

NOX -> CECILIA: she's a close friend, i don't usually like making friends cause they end up thinking i'm weird, i don't really care about that but... i'll admit, it's nice to have a friend. she acts really differently in front of other people than she does with me, i don't think she's realized though? it's like having a cat open up to you haha, so i won't say anything. i hate her brother though, pretentious dickhead.

CASSIAN -> CECILIA: we were kids when i met her and her brother? she’s nice… and a lot like me… we still talk, she’s a good friend, thanks for keeping me company… and thanks for not asking me too many questions either

CECILIA -> CASSIAN: oh! cass is a childhood friend! we met at some event, he’s changed a lot since then, but i guess we’re more alike now? he doesn’t come out of his house much anymore, but we still text often. sometimes i see him online really late... bro... please get some sleep.... anyway, i never got to know what happened with him, and he doesn't like talking about it either, i won't pry though, because i understand.

CASSIAN -> LUNE: he’s scary, but i guess he’s not that bad..? i talk to him too, we’re not the closest, but he’s still a friend, i text him sometimes, he’s crazier than before, he was fun to hang out with when we were young, not that i don't like him anymore, he's definitely... special

LUNE -> CASSIAN: i don’t know what happened to him, but he doesn’t leave the house anymore, he’s not bad. he texts sometimes, i don’t know why because i think he’s scared of me, no idea why tho (???) i guess he’s a childhood friend? him, ceci, and i used to hang out before… well yeah, still don't know what went down

CASSIAN -> NOX: oh… i’ve never met him. cecilia’s told me about him before, lune’s mentioned him once, they have really different opinions about him

NOX -> CASSIAN: no clue, cecilia’s mentioned him before, i think he’s friends with her and… the other one.

CASSIAN -> ROWAN: another one of lune and cecilia’s friends i think? they sure are popular. (even lune???)  i dont know anything about him though

ROWAN -> CASSIAN: no idea who this guy is! 

ASTER: ??? :’D 

[giddyfatherchris]

Hi there, I was wondering what bangchan would be like dating a bookworm? Like would he like being read to? or he enjoys listening about the stories you've read.

hii!

oooh this is one is so good!!! 🎀 as a bookworm myself i have thooooughts on this and i feel like chan would absolutely love being with someone who’s book obsessed…

‧ ୨୧ ‧ since he's a busy guy who is always focused on work, new ideas and projects i think he would love for you to read close to him. the kind of thing where you're both doing your own stuff but close to one another. when working at home he would def text you or come and pout about you needing to come read next to him while he's working. he would tuck you in a blanket, make sure you're all comfortable and give you a quick kiss before going back to his own thing. he would also love to take little breaks and come sit next to you so you can tell him all about the book you're reading. he would love to see your eyes light up with excitment and get in your own little world as you tell him everything about it.

‧ ୨୧ ‧ i think the reading to him thing would come later, kind of as a surprise that this is something he actually enjoy and can even be beneficial for him. it would probably happen when his insomnia is acting up and it's 3:00am and sleep is not an option to him. you'd find him on the couch, working on his computer, sleep bags under his eyes. ofc he would try to get you back to bed and apologize for waking you up but no no you wouldn't want to hear it because poor baby:( insomnia is a really lonely sleep disorder. so no leaving him alone. you would come back with blankets, your glasses and a book in hand. "sometimes when i can't sleep i pick up my book and it helps me... so i thought it might work for you too." he would smile very big and wide and pull you closer "that's very sweet babe but i'm afraid i'm not that much of a reader" "i know, that's why i'm going to read it to you. i picked that book i told you about and you seemed to like." then, because he is a big ol' softy his heart would squeeze and tighten in his chest at this pure demonstration of love. you would cuddle real close with him laying between your legs, head resting on your chest. he'd pull the blankets up close and settle in to listen to the soothing sound of your voice until the next thing he knows... it's 10am and you're both still on the couch, book on your chest, your glasses askew on your nose and he wouldn't believe it worked and he fell asleep!! he would wake you up with lots of kisses and silly grins because he. fell. asleep. !!! he'd call you a magician and cook you breakfast to thank you :3 i think it would then become a tradition for the two of you and he’d even start listening to audiobooks because ofc he doesn’t want you awake every night to read him books!! (even though he frickin loves it)

all in all, i think chan would loooove having a bookworm partner :3

(pictures are not mine. credit to the owner!)

[worddevourer]

This puts me in mind of a particular Magic: The Gathering deck, that uses one of the game's 'silly' cards as its linchpin. The card (Alexander Clamilton) keys off of how many lines of text your cards have, and can check the top card of your deck to get stronger for every line of text it has, so the central gag of the deck is running good cards, and specifically running the versions that have the absolute longest texts possible.

In related news, the normal version of a 'basic land' looks like this:

But there is also a version (also printed as kind of a joke), called a 'full text' basic land, that looks like this:

Which effectively means if you can find a basic land at the right time (not that difficult to do since you're probably running like 30-40% basic lands), you can ram Alexander Clamilton into an opponent's face and immediately one-shot them.

I can't take credit for this one because Girl Genius: The Works actually uses it, but I think there should be more TCGs where keywording operates based on whether the word in question appears anywhere on the card, even in the rules or flavour text. I'd love to see a "serious" TGC take that idea and run with it.

[last-herondale]

You Are Enough

Astarion x fem!Tav

Angst, angst, angst

Warnings: mentions of blood

AN: I’m in a mood. This will be angsty and fluffy, and probably a series. I love Astarion and need BG3 to have the cross play update, like yesterday.

“You don’t have to keep doing this, you know…” Astarion murmured as he wiped away the traces of your blood from his mouth with his forearm.

The chilling numbness from his bite lingered on your neck still as you sat up in the grass. The flowing river in front of you made your head spin a moment as you recentered yourself after Astarion’s feeding.

“I’m aware,” you replied as you reached up and touched your neck. You remember wincing the first time Astarion fed off of you, but now the habit seemed as normal as washing your face. You hardly noticed the bite marks anymore. “We’re headed to the Underdark soon, you’ll need your strength. Unless you’re getting bored of the taste…?”

You raised your brows, flashing Astarion a curious smile as he buttoned up his shirt. “If that’s the case, perhaps we could convince Gale to give you a go? I’m not sure how I could compare to the weave, but the way Gale talks about it-“

You cut yourself off once you noticed Astarion wasn’t playing along with your teasing. His attention was on you, but there was no hint of a sarcastic smile or even an eye roll. That was unusual, especially on a feeding night. Your eyes widened.

“What is it? What’s wrong?” Your voice rose in pitch as you scanned behind you, looking for some sort of danger. At that Astarion finally gave a chuckle.

“Always the hysterics with you,” he mused. You glared at him, but relaxed once you heard his familiar playfulness. “Calm down, darling, I was just lost in thought. I didn’t mean to stare.”

His hands brushed the grass beneath him. It was a lovely night. The cool breeze from the water felt amazing in the summer air. The rest of the party was fast asleep in their tents, a usual occurrence whenever Astarion fed. Usually you would find yourself too tired to stay up and chat, but the night was too beautiful to pass up this moment.

“What’s on your mind?” You asked softly, stretching your legs out on the grass. Astarion was only a few feet away from you, but you stretching out like that made him scoot away from you slightly. You felt a pang in your chest.

Ouch…

Astarion must have noticed your reaction to his movement, because he exhaled deeply, shaking his head at the ground.

“Listen, darling, I—“ he began, stumbling over his words a bit, “I don’t want to feed from you any longer.”

It felt as if he slapped you. You couldn’t understand why his words hurt you so much. As if he was taking something from you— other than just the blood. You wanted to protest for a moment, but then you felt silly.

This is his choice after all…

“Okay,” you replied slowly, “May I ask why?”

Astarion frowned. “I’d prefer if you didn’t, my sweet.”

You sat there, a bit shellshocked. You glanced at him, but he would not return your gaze. He didn’t seem angry, no he seemed almost mournful. As if he too was losing something he could not or would not explain.

“Was it something I did…? Did I taste funny? I have been eating more of those fish heads I’ve been finding while out exploring, so I understand it—“

Astarion hissed and in a quick movement he had his hand covering your mouth. He was inches from you now, his red eyes bright with your fresh blood in his veins. Again he didn’t seem angry, if anything now slightly amused with a wicked smile on his lips.

“Gods, you ignorant little thing, it’s not your taste,” he said exasperated, “if anything you taste too good. A down right temptation if I’m not careful most days.” His eyes scanned your face, almost caressing you with his gaze.

You moved your head to knock his hand away. “Then why not feed on me?” You asked stubbornly. “You’ve been willing enough these past few weeks. What’s changed? Are you bored with me?”

Astarion rolled his eyes as his hand rested on your cheek. His cool skin was soothing against the flush of your face. “If only I could be bored of you,” he said in a low voice, “then I would have put an end to this long ago. But now… things are…” his eyes bore into yours, sending shivers down your spine.

“Different.”

He released you, standing up and wiping off his pants from the grass. You felt the absence of him immediately and was alarmed when your body began to seemingly ache for his return.

“I appreciate your willingness to… supplement me these past few weeks, but your services are no longer required. I will satiate myself another way moving forward.”

“But, Astarion—“

“Don’t fret my darling, I will make sure to be on my A game for our continued mission. I will be of use to you and our companions on this journey, but I will not be robbing you of your life any longer.”

His words shocked you. Robbing your life, is that what he thought he was doing. You wanted to tell him you were fine, that your life had not lost anything with his presence but gained everything and more… but he had turned and left you alone.

You watched after him. The numbness seemed to spread from your neck to the rest of your body, settling deep in your chest. You sat there with the familiarity of it all, even far after Astarion disappeared from your sight.

Part 2

[obvithe-bestsoph]

please can you do pau cubarsi prompt 97 🙏🙏 and more pau cubarsi imagines pleasee

thank you

No. 93 | "You've taken good care of me, now let me take care of you." PC2 masterlist requests

prompt list (if you request a prompt, please request a player for it as well!) warnings: sickness (flu/cold), mentions of vomit, mentions of hickeys

First, Pau caught it. For him, yes, it was the flu, but it had been more of a mild cold. Even still, he’s an absolute mopey, clingy baby when he’s sick, which is perfectly fine by you. However, because you spent days cuddling with him in bed, cooking for him, and curled up on the couch watching movies together, you then contracted said flu.

And you got it far worse than he did.

For you, it was some kind of vomiting, sneezing, coughing, snotty, insomnia-type illness, instead of Pau’s stuffy-nosed, itchy-throated cold. Having spent the first few days on the bathroom floor, next to the toilet, you had refused Pau from visiting, not wanting him to see you in such a state, to which he had said, “No siguis idiota, vinc (don’t be an idiot, i’m coming over).” And he held your hair back as you threw up. Pau hated vomit, and you did too, so no one was having a particularly great time at the moment, but he was pushing through, for you. After the vomiting stage ended, it was cuddling in bed more or less 24/7. You were sleepy and cold all the time, but even still, at every mealtime, you would get up to go and cook, only to be pushed back down onto the bed, kissed on the forehead, and told that he would do it for you. Would you end up with some kind of weird lunch, like an apple and some leftover paella rice? Yeah, probably. But it’s the thought that counts, right?

And each time you tried to protest his help, he’d just say;

“You’ve taken good care of me, now let me take care of you.”

So eventually, too tired to argue, you agree. For the few days left of your sickness, you are spoiled with all your favourite things. Pau learnt how to cook your favourite meal, did a facemask or two with you, brushed your hair, braided it too, watched your silly romance movies with you, gave you all the kisses you wanted, and even brought you your favourite flowers after a supermarket run for snacks. It was days like these when you realised just how amazing your boyfriend is.

You two were lying in bed, currently on opposite sides of the mattress, because you were slightly irritated today as you had a temperature, sending him and his body heat to the other side. It didn’t help at all that you were ovulating, so on top of this awful sickness, you had cramps and were horny and had awful baby fever. It sounds stereotypical, yes, but it’s just what happened. So, your uterus was killing you, as well as your throat, nose and chest. You were starting to get a sore neck and back from laying around in bed so much too.

All in all, you’re feeling pretty miserable. But Boyfriend Pau is here to save the day. He gets a cold flannel for your head, massages your neck and back in the shower, so the steam can clear out your nose at the same time, washes your hair and stands with you, hugging, under the warm water. When you guys get out and head back to bed, he lays his head against your stomach, the weight and warmth of it soothing your cramps slightly, and lets you yap about babies all you want, although he does still let you down gently when you yet again ask him if he’s sure we’re too young to have one. He helps (or actually slightly fuels) the horniness with a few make-outs here and there before you fall asleep against him. “T'estimo (i love you).” he would murmur as you drifted off, eyeing the fresh red, and occasionally purple, depending on his mood at the time, lovebites and hickeys across your neck. Unaware of his slightly proud smirk and staring, you would reply with a, “Jo també t'estimo. Cap a les estrelles i tornada (i love you too. to the stars and back).”

So, while this week had been a pretty shitty one, it had also been great, because you got to spend hours simply having that perfect teenage romance with the boy you got to call yours.

[amazingmsme]

New thought

Hermes and Telemachus

I think im cooking something

Cause like Hermes making sure Telemachus is okay because Odysseus asked him to keep an eye on him so he goes to see Tele and hes not having the best time. Hes like 16 and going through a bit of crisis because the suiters are just straight up bullying him, his mom can’t look at him anymore because he reminds him to much of Odysseus, literally the only person he has is his dog. So Hermes makes an appearance and tries to cheer him up.

Im spreading cool uncle Hermes agenda

-😈

OMG YEEEES! He absolutely adores Telemachus & loves to show up with lil gifts & trinkets for him (probably some candy too) just to see how happy it makes him! I have so many thoughts about their dynamic, it makes me so happy! & Hermes totally delivered letters & presents from Ody to his family while he was away

If Telemachus was still wide awake after Penelope already told him to go to bed, Hermes would show up to read him a bedtime story until he finally got tired. But maybe he had a lil help from Hypnos lol

& when Telemachus was still a kid, he would play games with him & play pretend, basically letting the young prince boss him around & do whatever he wanted. He had to pretend to be a cat for a whole day & let Argos chase him around lmaooo, Telemachus has him wrapped around his finger

Hermes would suggest different games to play so that he wouldn’t have to constantly be bossed around by a child, & it would usually be some kind of make believe or a twist on a classic like hide & seek or tag (like add a storyline or plot to the game so there’s a “reason” to run & hide, like Hermes is pretending to be a monster or something) & whenever he’d catch Telemachus, he’d tickle him, or throw him really high in the air like a sack of potatoes, they both just really enjoyed being silly & roughhousing together

When Telemachus got older, he also got moodier & stopped playing such “childish” games with Hermes, & it actually did make the God a lil bit sad. So he makes sure to stop in every once in a while to remind him of the good times & makes sure he continues to smile, because you’re never to old to laugh with a friend!

I absolutely love them so much, their dynamic is so fun, & I know Hermes would have the biggest soft spot for that kid!

[atangledfate]

Lanolin was happy to just have found everyone and insured that no one was in trouble. Sometimes she felt like a Mom chasing after her kids! Though at least one of them was disciplined enough to stay where she said she'd be. But she had the books she wanted, a language book for translations, a history book and a geography book. All things she was sure the brains back home would tear apart in days and figure it all out. On top of all of that Tangle hadn't offended the royal and in fact they seemed to be getting along well.

" Oh yea! well mostly thanks to my Uncle! I was a bit of a trouble maker when i was little! so he taught me me to channel it into martial arts! kept me out of trouble! well mostly... still got a call or two for knockin' some bullies around but! ya know kids will be kids right? "

She could have done serious damage in truth but she always had the sense to hold back. But she wasn't about to let mean kids bully her friends! If she had to get a detention or two it was worth it. Still it was nice to have her talents noticed! Next to guys like sonic, and tails it was easy to get overshadowed.

She sighed softly

" It's a pleasure your highness, its a pleasure to meet you. I do hope Tangle's been on her best behavior--- she can be a little rambunctious. "

Duo only smiled at Reyna and scratched his chin a little meekly as he hadn't meant to startled Lanolin so much. But he was a cat and naturally stealthy it seemed. Still it was a bit funny to hear her make that sound true silliness. A fair way to distract from his disappearance he hoped. Though Reyna clearly was curious where he'd been and it did make perfect sense to ask.

" Aha--- yea that was the plan and... then i had to go... ya know to the pathroom! which took me a moment to find! and then everything was MUCH bigger then i am! ho boy... this is why the Commander always says to go before a mission... which i normally do but... well this was rather sudden as it were "

Lanolin sighed as she eyed the feline but could understand since he probably just had lunch before coming. Still at least everything turned out ok.

" well its ok Duo, so what process do we need to go through to check these out. I think between what i have here... and the others we have a good bit of info to return to Restoration with. We probably shouldn't be to long or Miss Jewel will worry. "

She admitted clutching the books close to her chest

" Though! its my hope we can plan future expeditions, and establish diplomatic relations properly. Though that is far more Miss Jewels area of expertise then my own "

Reyna was glad that Lanolin seemed to be in wonder of the library. She was absolutely going to invite the sheep over again in the future. Whisper seemed to be settling in nicely, even looking quite cute with the number of books around her. Since they couldn't find Duo, and Tangle was higher priority, she nodded and continued along.

"Hahaha, why that sounds quite a lot like our world's Awoken, which I am one of! My gift was my unique eye sight." He says, as his eyes gaze over Tangle. "And I can see that despite your chipper appearance, you're a natural born fighter. You could switch into a fighting stance as easily as a dragon takes to breathing their natural element." He compliments.

Sadan hears the two approaching, and turns his attention towards them. "Ah, my beloved Reyna, how lovely to see you. I presume you're showing these Mobians around?" He asks.

"Hey honey, and yeah I am! Lanolin, this is my husband Sadan, Emperor of the Ancient Empi-" She begins before she's cut off by the sudden baa. Oh that was so cute! But then she sees Duo. Huh...that was some good stealth on his part. Surprisingly so, for someone so seemingly fresh.

"Duo, what were you doing over here? I thought you said you'd be reading up on our technology." She asks him.

[balkanradfem]

Alright, this one is for all the people who read my 'spatula' and 'roommate emergency' posts. Because if you suffered trough those long whiny posts you deserve to know the insane continuation/ending to the story. Warning for high levels of drama and plot twists. Under cut because long.

So, after all of the emergency and spatula debakl, I was starting to feel slightly less warm to my roommate; not enough to be mean, but I decided to focus on my own stuff and not give her as much attention. We were still saying hi and casually chatting, but I wouldn't take food if she offered. She bought some fruit juice and told me to drink it, and I didn't wanna be mean so I just said 'you should drink it too', and ignored it. I will not be mollified with some fruit juice.

I felt happier focusing on myself, but I also started to get a little anxious, because what if the roommate gets mad at me, and then moves out? And then I thought, wait, that's an insane thought. Nobody moves out of a place because their roommate is a bit withdrawn and depressed, and doesn't give them tons of attention. Besides, I haven't done anything ever to cause her harm or distress, I'm just living my life and leaving her to hers. I'm fine.

So yesterday late evening, I went to the bathroom and noticed all of her shampoos and shower gels were missing, and immediately got worried about it. Why would she remove all her bathroom stuff, unless she is actually moving out? But she never said anything. It was already so late at night, I couldn't go bother her about it. It was 11 pm. I tried to not worry about it and fall asleep, but I couldn't. Thinking how maybe she's moving out, and then I'd be alone looking for a roommate in January when the bills are the worst, filled me with anxiety. How would I pay my rent? I heard her then, leaving her room and going into the bathroom. I made a split-second decision to get up and confront her about it. I needed to be sure.

I caught her in the hallway, and asked 'Hey, I saw you took all of your shampoos, are you leaving? If you're leaving I need to know.' She smiled at me and then reassured me that if she was leaving, she'd tell me. She then showed to me how a lot of her hair started falling out, and she thinks it's because of the shampoo, so she threw it away and now needs a new one. Oh okay, I thought, that's a relief. I told her thanks for explaining, and how I got so worried I couldn't sleep. She laughed at me for being silly and worrying, and I grumbled 'don't laugh at me' as I went back to my room and wished her a good night. She seemed so happy I talked to her, probably because I wasn't initiating any conversations lately.

Next morning, I woke up sad, so I was moping in my room, and at one point she stopped by my room asking if I was okay, and if I'm going to work. I replied weakly that I was fine (I wasn't, I was kinda sobbing and forgot my room door was open) and that I didn't have work that day. She said okay. I heard her leave.

After I calmed down from my sadness, I realized I needed to contact her employer, because she was supposed to pay her share of the bills, and even though I reminded her two days ago, she forgot, and I needed that money. I hate bothering people about money, so I just sent a little 'how about today?' message thinking that was friendly enough. Her employer responded with 'sure I'll send you the money via [roommate name], she still isn't at work.' I responded with 'she left, she should be there soon'.

And then I thought, maybe I was wrong when I heard her leave, so I got up, knocked on her door, and said her name to check if she was still there. No response. I pushed the door open.

My heart sank to the bottom of my feet.

The room was empty. The bed was empty. There was a mess on the floor but mostly trash. Her things were gone. Her clothes were gone. The key to the apartment was on the table.

I was immediately stricken with shock, and the realization that she lied to me yesterday, when I anxiously asked if she was leaving, she smiled and reassured me that she wasn't leaving while she was already packing her bags! But why?

I panicked then, thinking what I should do next. Was she okay? Was she safe? Did she go to a friend's place? Should I call her employer and check if she still went to work? But that's probably not what the roommate wanted, I needed to find her and ask her why, and what to tell to her employer, because I didn't know the right answer. I grabbed my bike and headed outside and tried to find her in the city.

No luck. After half an hour I understood too much time has passed, she could have been anywhere. She's left and cannot be found. I couldn't call her, because her phone doesn't have a real SIM card so calls don't work. I relented and called her employer to check if she was at work, and to try and find out what happened.

I needed to be calculated in order to get any kind of information, so I called and said 'Hi, just checking if [roommate's name] got to work safely?' And employer says 'No, she's still not at work'. So I go 'Did something happen yesterday? Something is wrong'.

Her employer was extremely evasive on what exactly happened. She started listing events like 'she wouldn't clean the windows, we had a media day yesterday and she had to talk to the cameras, she got mad about something, said she didn't want to work, that her head hurts, but wouldn't sign the form saying she's quitting, then she changed her mind and asked for a free day, but she already had two free days, she was unreasonable' it was a mumble-jumble of events I couldn't put together right. And then I finally told her that [roommate's name] is gone. She took her things and left the key. The employer didn't even seem that shocked. I was still in shock. I asked her to call me if she managed to get in contact.

I was still struggling to accept just what had happened. I then remembered that even though we never used it, at one point I added her on facebook, and maybe this could be our point of contact. I wanted to talk to her just one last time, to find out what happened at work that forced her to leave, and to say goodbye. I couldn't accept that she is just gone after all that, with no explanation, no goodbye.

I went to the park, connected to the internet and frevently searched for the little icon in my messenger. I found her. I sent her a message saying 'Hey, please tell me why you left. I won't bother you, I just need to know why.'

No response. She was online. I knew she saw it. But nothing.

I couldn't accept it. I tried calling her on facebook. She immediately blocked me.

I was left staring at my phone in disbelief. This was it. This was all I would ever get for closure. I'd never find out what had happened. Not from her employer, and not from her.

I felt heartbroken but at the same time had no time to deal with the emotional impact, because I had incoming panic about rent and bills! Her employer would definitely not want to pay her dues now that she was not even living there anymore, and I needed a roommate to stay afloat. Then I remembered, there was one person who viewed the apartment a month ago and wanted to move in, but wanted a solitary room – maybe she'd be interested in it still, since solitary room was now free.

I took my luck and called the woman. After I'd explained who I was and why I was calling, she was delighted. 'I thought about you every day!' she said excitedly. As a lesbian, I love a woman saying that to me, but, it was not the time. She's a 60yo divorced straight lady and I have to keep it together. She said she would move in tomorrow evening, and I said okay, not believing her fully because honestly who can you believe? 'I would tell you if I was leaving' was still ringing in my ears.

I knew now what I needed to do. Go home and... clean out the apartment.

It was as sad as you can imagine. I had to take down the christmas decorations that we had put up together, because the new person would surely find it odd to see a christmas tree at the end of January, and I just think it's nice so why take it down. I had to go clean out roommate's room, which had a fair amount of trash in it, and I realized, some stuff from her work, the key to her workplace, her working clothes. I understood I'd have to return those to her employer, who later called me to ask about it. I said I would bring it immediately.

Her employer wanted to talk to me, but only to convince me that the roommate was a lazy, messy, unmotivated and disobedient slob, which I didn't believe. I knew this lady was abusive and mean to my roommate and likely the reason roommate left. She was trying to paint my roommate as the villain so badly because she wanted to cover up her own abuse. I didn't believe any of it and I left. She didn't give me any money for bills. She promised to give it later.

I went home, and continued with my cleaning journey. I found some interesting things my roommate left behind. She left some random food items, like some oil and pasta, and then one transparent produce bag filled with something white. Rice, I thought? It was salt. Then, while clearing out her table, I found 3 pens, and realized all three were mine. Later I found a 4th pen, also mine. There was also some stationary paper from my desk. This explained why I could no longer find a pen in my room, they were all somehow ending up here. But I never invited her to just take my pens? It seems that every time she needed to write something down, she'd take a different pen from my desk, and never returned any. Well, that's not a horrible crime, I thought, it's just pens. None of them worked anymore, even though I made sure to only keep working pens on my desk.

I thought about what her employer said, about her being messy and leaving stuff everywhere, and even though I argued back and said to her my roommate was nice, some of it didn't feel so true anymore. She was leaving stuff everywhere, and created lots of messes. The first week she arrived we cleaned together, but that was the last time she cleaned. Every other time it was me cleaning alone. And she would sometimes spill stuff on the floor, or on the stovetop, and leave it. Or leave all counters cluttered to the point where I had to move her stuff before using them. But I thought she was just too busy to pay attention to things like that. Then while cleaning I found one of my fanciest kitchen cloths, with several holes burned trough it. That is a bit too chaotic, I thought. Why must you burn my cloth?

I was riddled with a lack of understanding of what happened; how could she have been here in the morning, talked to me like everything was okay, and now I will never see her again in my life, and never know why? Why would she do that? I have in the past, helped roommates flee from abusive situations, and if they had to quickly move, I would help them pack, lie to their abusers for them, hide their stuff they couldn't take with, so they could come get it later. Why would she find me unsafe to tell the truth to? I would have helped. I would have told her employer whatever she wanted me to. I've been on her side and advocating for her from the start. I convinced the employer when she was sick to let her off work, I held her hand when her eyes were sick, I bought her medicine, I offered to go anywhere and everywhere with her to translate and speak on her behalf when she needed anything. It couldn't have been just because I was moody and sad for a few days. I couldn't understand it.

The only reasons I could think of why she did that, was either she was worried I'd be mad she's leaving, worried I'd try to stop or follow her (which I wouldn't), or someone else instructed her on what to do and they spelled out to her to tell nobody.

The lady who wanted to move in called me again, and said she actually wanted to come and sleep here the same evening, and I now only had a few hours to clean everything out. I was exhausted, shaken, emotioanlly in shambles. But I washed all the windows, cleaned the fridge, washed the furniture and the floor, changed all the decor, put my spare cover and fresh bedding in the other room so the new roommate could sleep there without having to buy anything. The new lady has a list of red flags on her too; some of her behaviour is what I wouldn't want in a roommate, however, what choice do I have. I welcomed her, made her tea, explained all the rules, and then witdrew to my room to eat some peanut butter because I had forgotten to eat all day due to stress and shock.

And then I wrote this down! It's still the same day as I'm writing it. I talked to my roommate in the morning and now a new person I don't know is in that room, and I'm still stunned. What on earth happened today? I still want a phone call with an explanation. I didn't deserve to be left like that. I can't make out what to think of her now, this has never happened to me before. I had people leave on short notice, but never secretly, never while lying to me about what they're doing.

I still feel like she'll come here any second! Like I'll hear her voice again saying hi and how are you. But I never will again. It feels so weird. I'm both sad and relieved. She must be in a better place, far from her employer and with her friends who understand her and can help her find a better job. I'm relieved she's probably safer. But I'm sad about not getting a goodbye. Sad about being blocked, when all I wanted was an explanation. Sad about 'I would tell you if I was leaving'. How many times in life do you get anxious, then reassured that you're worrying for nothing, but then the anxiety turns out to be correct and the person purposefully lied? That doesn't bode well for future references.

I can't figure out if she was a nice person, and there were good reasons warranting her leaving like this, or whether I just misjudged her.

So yeah, unsatisfying as it is, this is the end of my Nepali roommate era, we sure had,,, times, and it sure did, end. I would like to apply for the drama free life from now on please.

[i-am-a-bad-influence-writes]

What car would they drive?

Masterlist

Author's note: I saw someone on TikTok do this and it was Sylus with a red Lambo, Rafayel with a Masserati, Zayne with a Mercedes, Caleb with some kind of off roading car, and Xavier with a Fiat Panda. I slightly disagree. Here's what I think as someone who loves classic cars. These are also just my opinions, they're not canon at all.

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Zayne

2019 Volvo S60 T6 4-door 4wd, no questions asked.

Why? It is widely considered one of the savest cars on the market while still looking cool as hell. If there's anything I think Zayne would want in his car, it's safety and quality. Volvo has both. It is also a semi-automatic, so he can use it as an automatic but I feel like Zayne would like the extra control of changing gears at certain times.

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Xavier

Okay, so I get why this person said he would drive a Fiat Panda. He's sweet and all that, but we all know he's a lot darker behind closed doors. Which is why I feel like he would drive a very nice, very unique car.

This is a Maserati Ghibli 4.7. For this one I'd really like to hear if others agree with me, but I do think he would be part of some classic car club. Other than Sylus and Rafayel, he would actually like the quirks that come with owning a classic car. I feel like he would like tinkering with it.

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Rafayel

See, there's two ways this could go. We all know Rafayel is a drama queen, so I think he would drive at least two cars. One for drama and one for convenience.

The drama car, in my opinion, is definitely a Chevrolet Bel Air 1957, specifically in the pink as on the picture below. This is a car that screams drama. It's a classic and pretty old, so he would probably have it upgraded cause he can't deal with the engine problems that come with owning classic cars but he likes the look.

For day to day he drives an Opel Mocca. Why an Opel Mocca? Well, I am learning how to drive in an Opel Mocca and that thing is smooth as butter, very forgiving, and a very nice car with very simple luxuries that make driving very fun. Yes, I added in that it's forgiving because I doubt that Rafayel is a good driver. Also, don't ask me why, but I think he wouldn't drive the electric version. I feel he would just drive a diesel, which also gives a lil more drama cause it has 6 gears.

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Sylus

Lamborghini Espada Series 3

A beautiful classic car from 1973, the last of the espada series. Luxurious leather seats, luxurious Italian design, the most Bond-esque car there is. I will die on this hill. I mean it. He would, however, probably upgrade it insanely well. Bulletproof windows, upgraded engine, etc. This car is already insane as is, but you best believe this man has it in mint condition. Maybe even has a backup. Tell me you can't imagine Sylus driving this. That's right, you can't.

Also drives a Fiat Dino Coupé 2400 when he's in Linkon. Not to blend in or anything, the Espada is just fucking huge and the Dino is a little smaller. Why not to blend in? The Dino is a lovechild of Fiat and Ferrari. It has a Ferrari engine and you can hear it.

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Caleb

Listen. Me personally. I think Caleb is probably a great pilot. Maybe even on of the best. He has many great qualities, but...

He can't drive.

Doesn't have a license. Also, as a colonel, he gets driven around everywhere so it doesn't matter at all.

If he could drive, I have two options. First, as our childhood friend he would drive a beat up Peugeot 205. You cannot tell me this silly little car doesn't fit him perfectly.

Then, after the whole ordeal, he would drive a BMW e32. Why? It is practically the perfect mob car. It has an outline for a gun in a hidden compartment by the driver's side, bulletproof glass, and another hidden compartment between the two backseats that is controlled with a switch. Oh, and it has a screen where you can watch movies in the back. I think they used to be used as presidential cars or something because some of them still have attachments on the side for flagpoles so it would fit his whole vibe.

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[9w1ft]

Can't wait to get your take on watching Lover through the fence and seeing her wear the cardigan...

the themes are theming!

but i can’t help but think it’s a “there were 5 holes in a fence” reference because of the “5 …” 😆

for any new fans, “5 holes in a fence” is a lover era moment in the tumblr swiftie fandom, where, from rep era to what became lover era, taylor began slowly transitioning her instagram posting from dark and black and white photos into pastel and brighter color photos. from within this, some fans began noticing that there might be a countdown occurring in these posts, with 8 things in a photo, then 7…6…5…etc, and people wondered if she would be dropping new music or starting a new mystery era at the end of this countdown. (search my archive for february 2019 for a flavor of what things were like)

if memory serves me correctly, it started with people noticing the palm trees, then retroactively noticing 8 couch cushion buttons, so we had 8, 7 palm trees, then taylor sat on the 6th step from the bottom, and of course, 5 holes in a fence.

but taylor stepped in with a post of olivia looking surprised, captioned, “she just read all the theories” to which swifties fell into a discourse over clowning and if it’s Good or Bad (i made a post about how clowning is Fine and a bunch of swifties reblogged it which was very silly considering) but anyway this moment is another example of what i was saying the other day about how the strongest divide in the overall swift fandom is not swiftie vs gaylor, but probably actually closer to something like proud clowns vs anti clowning) and so people in favor of the theories protested that they weren’t crazy because “there were 5 holes in a fence!” which became the shorthand expression for the whole thing. this continued until new posts stopped making sense and nothing happened. eventually, when everyone knew the lover release date and it really became 5 days beforehand, taylor posted “okay now there are 5 holes in the fence 😬” and some fans took it as love and some took it as a slap but at any rate, this fence is emblematic of ①taylor breaking the fourth wall ②to step in and attempt to make clear that a theory gaining traction is not happening

so if we are to look at this fence and hypothetically suppose that someone who knows things is at the control board of this social media post, i think it’s probably worth it to think about the context of this fandom moment as well if we are going to go hunting for deeper meaning. that is to say, clown at your own risk!