#laundry and two things to write for uni

[yingren]

mornin, i got tons of stuff to do irl today so i might just hide in drafts (again) and try to get some done. as always inbox is open for unprompted stuff or things from my prompts tag and i'm just one IM away if you wanna plot. i might do the thing where i go into your inbox if i have time, do not feel pressured to reply or turn it into a whole thread though, i usually send unprompted things for fun and that's it :)

[jonivngel]

𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐭𝐲 𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐧. (𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞.)

𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐨 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮 𝐠𝐨𝐣𝐨

part 1: sharing is caring; part 2: dinner; part 3: devotion.

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲:

"So you made dinner that Friday, set up a table for two, candles, and your favorite silver cutlery, and dressed in a pretty satin dress with a low back. The evening would be a little too perfect considering Suguru wouldn't be there..."

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 6,603

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: 18+ ONLY, NSFW! CONTENT, MDNI, infidelity, unprotected sex, cucking (just a lil), polyamory, threesomes, drunk sex, a bit of degradation, praise kink kinda, oral (male on male and male on female), mxmxf sex, mxf penetration, overstimulation, edging, bath sex, kitchen sex, exhibitionism, just overall filth ngl, satosugu is bisexual so gay stuff, fluffy at the end (q up another warning for my sloppy writing lowk)

a/n: hope you enjoy... (part 2 is still my fav but this ain't half as bad ngl). it was supposed to have more plot, but it doesn't because my mind has been reduced to nothing but filth.... my apologies. also sorry for taking so long uni has me dead fr.

𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧.

The ‘dinners’, as you began calling them, became a regular thing.

Every Friday, like clockwork, Satoru would text Suguru the name of the restaurant and the time at which you were set to meet. Suguru would ask if you were willing to, to which you always said yes. It was seemingly a one-sided arrangement, he wanted Satoru and you wanted him. A messy conundrum that had you stressing about how long it was going to last and what the outcome would be.

Your relationship with Suguru certainly wasn't the same. The atmosphere assumed a lingering tension caused by a passing thought or mention of Satoru, the sweet scent of his skin remaining infused into your bedsheets, your hair, your clothes... He became a ghost, haunting you day and night until you'd meet again and all your worries would disappear with the scalding feeling of his fingertips exploring every dip and bump of your body. He knew how to make sure you wouldn't forget what it felt like to be had by him, to be so helplessly enchanted by pleasure that nothing else mattered.

It made your head muddled with jealousy conflicting with the growing affection for the shared time between the three of you. It was sinful and depraved, the raw need consuming you entirely until you surrendered fully every time you'd spend the night with them. Satoru became a habit. He became someone to you and you were slowly losing the ability to view him as the other.

He wasn't just someone Suguru convinced you to bring to your bed. It showed in little moments, words of endearment, the way your name would drip from his lips like honey. He was sweet to you. He'd look at you with his beautiful tranquil eyes and your skin would set ablaze with a burning need to feel him deeper, to connect, to get lost in him. You'd forget Suguru was even there. It was a thrill, a newfound nuance to the relationship you three shared. Because in moments like that, when Satoru would kiss you and touch you and look at you with pure devotion, you felt like he didn't care only for Suguru, but for you too.

It scared you, though. How intensely you began feeling for him, how he'd appear in your thoughts during a moment of silence while you washed dishes or did laundry, like it was so mundane, just a thing to be thought about. You would catch yourself remembering the way it felt to be under that intense gaze and you'd scold yourself. You shouldn't be thinking about him, you'd tell yourself, Suguru cheated on you with him, why would you think about him like that?

Then you'd get pissed at yourself because you've gone through the motions a thousand times, your thoughts were looping in circles. He isn't the other - he is, though - but why would he be so sweet… - but, but and but. Over and over again, it drove you insane. And you knew it wasn't like that, that Suguru didn't just cheat mindlessly. He loved you both, and you would've been fine with it had it not been for the nagging feeling of what someone else might think if they found out…

That's why you were terrified beyond words when Suguru suggested you meet Satoru alone.

“I'm sorry, honey,” he sighed, holding your face in his hands and kissing you so sweetly, disarming you of all the bitter words on the tip of your tongue, “I have an important meeting this Friday, it can't be helped.”

Your stomach twisted at the thought. You hadn't been alone in the same room with Satoru, let alone slept with him. Was that what Suguru expected to happen? Why couldn't you simply cancel? Then again, you didn't want Satoru to get the message that you didn't enjoy the time he spent with the two of you… Because you did enjoy it. Thoroughly.

“Okay,” you sighed, tugging on his shirt to bring him closer, his heat warming you to your core, “I'll make him dinner, it's the least I can do to apologize for changing plans. Plus he always takes us out.”

Suguru's smile made your heart skip a beat. “That's a beautiful idea. So sweet. Thank you, baby.” He kissed you again and you smiled, glad that he was okay with it. Not only okay, he seemed happy.

So you made dinner that Friday, set up a table for two, candles, and your favorite silver cutlery, and dressed in a pretty satin dress with a low back. The evening was going to be a little too perfect considering Suguru wasn't going to be there. But if the conversation led you to discuss how you've been feeling about the entire situation, the atmosphere would be at ease with the home-cooked candle-lit dinner.

You finished setting everything up about an hour before he arrived and had been on the edge of your seat ever since. The minutes were passing so slowly, your hands fidgeting with the satin pooling in your lap while you checked eagerly on the time every few minutes. You were secretly hoping he'd be a little late so you'd have more time to mentally prepare yourself. Your hopes were not fulfilled, however, because he showed up right on time, the doorbell startling you and making you jump off the couch.

Opening the door you were met with the sight of Satoru dressed in a white shirt and black pants, white hair fluffy and messy just the way you liked it. His eyes peered at you over the rim of his glasses perched on the tip of his nose, taking you in with the same intensity you’ve grown to revel in. He held a beautiful bouquet of deep purple hydrangeas in one hand and a bottle of pricey champagne in the other.

Your stomach fluttered in delightful excitement, “Hi,” you smiled and let him get in through the door, “Welcome, Satoru.”

He smiled back, the sly smile that told you he was having the time of his life, “Hey,” his voice was smooth, husky, a lilting cadence that made your skin tingle with anticipation. He bent down as he handed you the flowers, warm breath tickling past your ear when he pressed a chaste kiss to your cheek. The gentle nature of the action had you wanting to jump out of your skin because it didn't feel nearly enough of what you needed from him. His scent invaded your senses, drowning out all else as you reveled in the sweetness of vanilla and cinnamon you’ve come to love so much.

Then you realized that moments ago you were stressing about him, about this, and yet here he was, and all your mind and body did was crave his touch.

You were in for a rude awakening by the end of the night, it seemed.

“Thank you, ‘Toru…” you blushed and swiftly showed him to the dining room, which was divided from the kitchen only by a long kitchen island. You took the bottle from him to put in some ice and let him take his seat at the head of the table, which was usually Suguru's seat, but that's what he gets for leaving you alone.

“So, how are you, sweetie?” He asked, crossing his long legs and giving you a once-over, eyes as shameless as ever while they drank you in. His smile only seemed to grow wider.

Your heart started beating faster in an instant once you turned around to plate the food, unable to look at the mischievous glint in his eyes as they devoured you entirely. You were aware that cooking this man dinner and dressing in one of your prettiest dresses was a bold move, a calculated one at that. You were just afraid that you'd let his intoxicating energy get the best of you before you even managed to finish your meal.

“I'm doing well,” you sigh, “Suguru pissed me off cus’ he said he couldn't be with us tonight. Other than that I'm great.”

Satoru chuckled, his chair scraping the floor slightly when he stood up and made his way over to you. “It's okay,” he muttered, appearing next to you, paying close attention to the way your fingers worked skillfully as they arranged the food, “I'll appreciate you for the both of us tonight.”

Was he even aware of the way his words sounded? They made your cheeks flush with the deepest crimson color, your fingers cramping up suddenly and almost making you mess up the food arrangement.

You let out a breathy laugh, nervous with him standing so close and watching you prepare the food so intently, “Thank you, but don't feel like you have to make up for it on his behalf.”

He hummed in response, “Should I take the salad and champagne to the table?”

You nodded and thanked him, finishing up the plates and carrying them to the table as well. He had already opened the bottle of champagne, pouring you a glass and then himself, waiting for you to sit down before he lifted it in cheers.

His smile turned soft and his eyes were full of adoration as your glasses clinked and he said, “Thank you for the dinner.” You could've sworn his cheeks were a tiny bit flushed, he seemed bashful in comparison to all the other times you've seen him, possibly shy because of the genuine act of service you prepared for him.

You smiled, “No problem, sweetheart,” you took a sip of your drink and gestured at the food, “Let's eat before it gets cold. And tell me your honest opinion.”

He nodded eagerly, taking a large bite immediately at your command. His eyes widened and he looked at you like he was about to fall madly in love with you. “This…” he couldn't even finish his sentence, taking another bite like a little child stuffing their mouth full of sweets. He resorted to letting out a stifled groan as he pointed at the food, causing you to laugh at the ridiculous theatrics he was performing to show you how much he liked it.

“Calm down, Satoru, it can't be that good…” you chuckled and took a bite, impressing even yourself at the taste of your dish. “Okay, maybe I outdid myself this time.”

He chuckled, continuing to eat his food as if it was his first meal in a thousand years. It warmed your heart to see him enjoy something you cooked for him and it completely dissipated the tension you felt before he arrived.

You two chatted idly while you finished your food, he brought up how he became a teacher and you brought up your work at a bakery downtown. The matter of jujutsu society and picking sides was understandably a topic too heavy for a friendly dinner, but you found a way to mention you had resigned from the jujutsu world altogether. He didn't dwell on the topic too much, choosing to appreciate the moment of normalcy he was afforded and discuss your recent workplace drama instead. He seemed interested enough in such a mundane topic, perhaps more than that. He was fascinated by it.

“So she was caught with the manager and then he fired the girl who caught them?!” he gawked at you in disbelief, amazed at how messy non-sorcerers could be. The jujutsu world was messy in a different way, everybody was too busy fighting curses to be bothered with such trivialities as who was seeing who. They were also infinitely more skilled at hiding it. The little rendezvous between Satoru, Suguru and you is a case in point.

You explained the rest of the drama while you finished your third glass of champagne, Satoru still being on his second. You switched to a different topic soon enough; time was flying by quickly, and at some point, you had gotten up to wash the dishes while he told you about his favorite bakeries and sweets kiosks.

He got up with you without question, bringing over the remaining plates you couldn't carry, and continued talking, until a comfortable silence fell upon the two of you. You washed the dishes and handed them off to him to dry off and place to the side. His eyes watched you studiously, observing every twitch of your muscle as you worked.

Such a mundane thing it must've been for a sorcerer as great as Satoru Gojo. Washing dishes. It dawned on you that Suguru must've done this on purpose, made you spend time alone with Satoru to get to know him better. In that moment you hated how brilliantly calculated Suguru could be because he was right- being alone with Satoru created space for you to think about him as a person and not just someone to compete with over Suguru.

“What are you thinking about?” He whispered next to your ear and you realized you'd been washing the same dish in silence for about two minutes.

“N-Nothing, sorry…” you muttered, feeling your skin tingle with the sudden proximity of his body.

He hummed, moving your hair gently to the side, exposing your neck to him. He was so close, yet your bodies weren't touching, your entire body contorting with deep yearning just to get a feel of him pressed against you. He chose to tease you instead, his lips ghosting over the curve of your neck, warm breath eliciting goosebumps all over your skin.

“You think Suguru would mind?”

You wanted to fall apart right then, crumble into pieces because you didn't want to stop him. Somehow it felt so wrong to do this without Suguru, but his lips brushing against your neck most tenderly was making your mind fall short of reasons to stop.

“I-I don't know, Satoru-” your words turned into a whiny mewl once he finally kissed you. It was embarrassing how easily he could control your mind with just one kiss. Yet there was no time to dwell on it because he didn’t stop, pressing his lips down your exposed neck and shoulder, giving you loving kisses that had your insides melting.

“You're so pretty,” he muttered, his hands coming to rest on your hips, his body finally pressing up against yours and pinning you against the kitchen counter. “Is this okay?” He asked innocently, fingers tracing the curve of your body, from your hip over the side of your torso and over the neckline of your dress.

“Oh my-” you dropped the dish you were holding in the sink as his hand gently wrapped around your neck and pulled you further into him, your head falling back on his shoulder. He had you caged in place, unable to run or move or resist- at least that's what you told yourself. He had you wrapped around his finger, gasping at every feathery touch over your dress, so light you felt like bursting into tears from the rattling heartbeat in your chest.

“You didn't answer, baby.” He muttered into your skin, words a hushed whisper but fingers getting more bold as they pulled up your dress to reveal your panties and the skin of your abdomen. “Should I touch you more?”

You whimpered and swiftly wrapped your hand around his wrist, guiding his fingers to sink below the waistband of your panties. “Please, ‘Toru-”

“Eager, hm?” He kissed your cheek and ear, making you shudder once his fingers started circling your clit slowly, painfully slow, trying to make you fall further into madness. “Should I just fuck you right here, then?”

You nodded without second thought, the champagne and his fingers both messing with your impulse control until you didn't know how to say no anymore. “Y-Yes, ah- please.” You rocked your hips into his fingers, lips parted in delight as he continues to press his lips to your neck. He was making you fall apart only with his lips and fingers, heavy breaths and whimpers next to your ear making your knees weak for him. He seemed so needy, hips rolling slowly against your ass so you could feel the tightness in his pants, feel how much he wanted you.

“Take your panties off for me, pretty.” He mutters and a sound of his belt unbuckling clinks behind you, but his other hand never leaves your clit as you slide your panties down and let them fall to the floor. You're a whimpering mess, dripping over his fingers and down your thighs, already soaking wet from the tension lingering in the air. The languid, delicate kind of tension that makes your heart beat faster in expectation.

He’s pressed up against the soft flesh of your ass, hard and warm, eager to feel you wrap around him. His hand stops toying with you, guiding his thick tip to slide against your pussy instead. You're half bent over the kitchen sink, holding yourself up with hands on each side of it, your eyes screwed shut. Despite the loud thrum of your own pulse in your head, you can hear the faint gasps of desperation coming from Satoru as his needy hands spread you from behind so he could easily sink into you.

Once he finally does, stretching you so delightfully, you feel like you're about to pass out. He was filling you out completely, your eyes rolling to the back of your head and a groan slipped past your lips.

“F-Fuck-” he mutters and his cock twitches inside of you, sliding so slowly against your insides it made you even more drunk than you already were.

“’Toru-” you whine as he bottoms out, legs quivering from having him nestled so deep.

He starts moving slowly as he pulls you back into his chest, head falling back to its place on his shoulder. “Let me feel you, baby, I just want to feel you, p-please-” he whimpers next to your ear, hips unmoving while he relished in the feeling of your tight pussy swallowing his cock and begging for more. His hands roam over your body, one squeezing your breasts under your dress that he was too impatient to take off, the other coming up to wrap around your throat once more. “So good, baby, ah-”

His hips begin moving languidly, his cock sliding in and out of you so painfully slow that you could feel each and every shape of his thumping veins. It felt intimate, slow, and sweet, something you weren’t used to from Satoru. He was rough and liked to get mean so he could hear you whine and complain. But in that moment he was so lost in you he couldn’t find it in his heart to be mean. You were everything to him in that moment, so beautiful that he had to make love to you as tenderly as he could, show you just how much he liked you. Oh, he didn’t like you- he loved you.

He showed you that with gentle touches and kisses, whispering into your ear about how much he needed you all to himself for once, “S-Suguru can have you any day- ah- any day of the week, I was so happy he’d be away.” His hips crash into your own, making you yelp out at the sudden change in force, “I needed this so bad- f-fuck-” he picks up the pace, the smacking of skin against skin filling the quiet space of the kitchen.

“’Toru…” you whine, feeling him deeper inside of you, your whole body quivering along with your voice, “I-I can’t stand like this-” Your legs and hands were weakening by the second and you couldn’t keep yourself up any longer.

“Sorry, baby, sorry-” he mutters and swiftly picks you up, places you to lay on the kitchen island, and slides back into his place molded deeply into you before you could blink. His hands tugged your dress off and returned to your bare body as you shivered on the cold kitchen counter, groans of delight erupting from deep within his chest at the sight of you laid out for him like a full-course meal.

“T-Toru, Suguru will be-” you gasp as he slams his hips forcefully into yours again, grabbing you by your cheeks to look him in the eyes, a scathing glint flickering to light at the mention of his best friend, “Sorry, I-”

“I don’t give a fuck about him right now,” he spits, lips inches away from yours as he keeps steadily pumping his thick cock into you. His flushed face leans in front of yours, hot breath fanning over your skin, smelling faintly of champagne and mint, “It’s time we get to know each other better, huh?”

You nod, eyes rolling to the back of your head immediately as he starts thumbing circles into your sensitive bulb of nerves, your legs spread as far as they could go while he bullies his cock into you repeatedly. You chant his name, your voice echoing like a prayer through your empty house, Suguru slipping from your mind entirely. You fall apart again and again for him, tears brimming in your eyes as he whines and whimpers your name into your skin. His teeth sink into the soft flesh of your breasts, cock jolting up into your g-spot once you squeak in pain.

“I’m c-close baby, fuuck you feel so good-” he groans, kissing your chest and collarbones, worshiping your body with his hands as they grab and squeeze at every soft part of you, memorizing the feeling by heart.

“’Toru- ah- please, please, please- I need you inside plea-” a loud scream rips your throat and his thrusts become even more merciless than before, your helpless pleas creating a savage monster out of him. He’s pummeling into you so deep and with such force that he pushes you across the kitchen island, your head dangling off of it and making you even dizzier than you already were from the numerous times you came on his cock.

He chokes out your name as he buries himself inside of you, hips stilling while he fills you up to the brim with his cum, your insides sticky and warm, taking everything he’s got. It felt so heavenly that all you could do was whisper his name over and over again, hands gripping feverishly at the unbuttoned shirt he forgot to take off, pulling him to lay atop of you and warm you with his entire body.

You try to catch your breath, letting your head hang off the counter, eyes fluttering open slowly as you calm down from your high. You almost don’t register the dark silhouette leaning against the wall across the dining room, but your heart almost stops in panic as you realize Suguru got home already.

“S-Sugu-” you try to say and he chuckles at your raspy voice, strained from screaming Satoru’s name for the past thirty minutes.

Satoru is too spent to look up, but he mumbles against your skin, “Tell him we’re not done.”

You lift your head to look at him, inspecting the fluffy white locks of hair sticking to your dewy skin with his face buried into your chest. Surely he wasn’t being serious? You’ve already messed up enough by doing this without Suguru, who now watched you with that dangerous, calculating sparkle in his eyes.

“Satoru-”

“Then I’ll just keep fucking you in front of him.”

He didn’t give you a second to think before pulling out and slamming back into you, the concoction of your messes letting out a dirty squelching sound that make your face heat up with embarrassment at Suguru hearing that. “Let him watch, baby, since he dared leave you alone- hah- with me-”

Suguru’s tie came undone and he draped it over one of the dining chairs, eyes never leaving yours as Satoru kept ramming into you, his fingers gripping your hips so tight they would surely leave your skin bruised for days. Your eyes brimmed with tears once again, guilt swelling up in your chest- but not from letting Satoru do this without your beloved Suguru- it was because you didn’t let him do it sooner.

“Tell Suguru h-how well we got along-” Satoru chuckles and you don’t know whether or not you’re glad that he’s being mean again because it feels so good to be tortured by him.

You whimper and cry out as he fucks you, looking at Suguru who is still standing in the same place, cheeks flushed red from seeing the filthy debauchery unfold right in front of him. Satoru bites your nipple and you squeal, finally finding your voice to say, “W-We got along so well, Sugu-” Another cry rips through your throat and Satoru grins with your other nipple between his teeth, drool pooling in his mouth from the sweet taste of your skin.

Suguru’s words are venomous as they reach your ears in a low grumble laced with lust, “Couldn’t even wait for me to get home, huh? Must’ve gotten along really well-” he chuckles breathily, barely containing himself from pulling out his cock and stuffing it down your throat. He notices the tears falling into your hair with your head being upside down. “Don’t cry, honey, I’m glad.”

“Your sweetheart feels so good ‘n’ tight around my cock, Suguru, you’re missing out-” Satoru chides, feeling your walls flutter desperately around him at the praise. He chuckles, continuing to whisper dirty things about you as if you weren't even there, talking only to Suguru. “Such a good, sweet little pussy, taking me s-so well… She came for me so much, you would’ve loved to see it.”

Suguru looks up at Satoru and you raise your head to see the white-haired man with a grin on his face, your ankles on his shoulders, sweat dripping down from his forehead and down the side of his face. He looks so majestic that it makes you forget Suguru for a second once again, but Suguru’s heavy footsteps tread over to the kitchen island and shift your focus swiftly back to him. He stands next to Satoru, looking between your legs to see the mess you’ve made, eyes darkening with desire.

“Show me.”

Satoru whines while he pulls out of you, stepping back to let Suguru inspect your leaking hole, Satoru’s cum mixed with your slick gushing out of you slowly for him to see. And you knew your lover was just as depraved as you, if not more, but it still caught you by surprise when he bent down to bury his tongue inside of you, making your back arch off the kitchen island when it made contact with your abused clit.

“Sugu- ru- please- n-no-” you choke out, pushing his face back in futile attempts to disconnect his mouth from you. He’s relentless though, lapping up every last drop of your and Satoru’s cum mixed together, groaning in delight as he tastes you two on his tongue.

Satoru is watching it unfold with hazy eyes, spent and unwilling to let himself use his RCT to regain his stamina. It’s way better to watch you cry and beg Suguru to go easy on you, his cock still aching from the overstimulation from your heavenly pussy. “You’re going to break her, Suguru,” he chuckles and finds his pants, deciding it would be best to draw a bath for the three of you while Suguru finished punishing you for- well, for doing exactly what he wanted you to do in the first place.

“You've been bad without me, hmm?” the tone of his words is both scornful and loving, half pouty as he thinks about all the fun you got to have before he got there. And he could see that you were tired, he didn't want to push you too hard. So he pulled back, lightly smacking your clit to see you jump and whimper one last time.

You catch your breath, allowing him to help you sit up and drape his suit jacket over your shoulders. He looks at you with a smug expression, as if he knows he's finally managed to orchestrate your undoing in terms of jealousy and dislike for Satoru. He does, it's evident by the flush on your cheeks and your tired arms that wrap weakly around his neck so you can pull him into a comforting hug. You smell much less like yourself and more like Satoru, vanilla, and cinnamon tangled in your hair and champagne on your breath. He almost understands what it was like for you when it all started.

“You wanna go take a bath with Satoru while I change?” He grins. His eyes fall to your collarbones, peppered with red marks of Satoru's teeth and he chuckles, “He really can't keep doing this…”

You huff and roll your eyes, already pissed at what you're about to say, “Fine,” you mutter, your swollen lips in a pout, “I was wrong. He's nice.”

Suguru's eyes light up in a way you've never seen before, his smile soft and loving, excitement visible on his face for the first time in ages. It makes your heart flutter and your eyes widen in disbelief, mind reeling as it tries to process the beautiful smile on his face that shines through with happiness.

“I'm glad you like him, my love,” he leans in to give you a quick peck before he picks you up and carries you to the bathroom, “Now take a bath, you must be tired.”

You sigh, arms wrapping tightly around his neck while you kiss him on the cheek. “Join us.” you say, “Please?”

He looks at you, his expression still containing that childish excitement you saw earlier. An ache erupted within your chest, a bittersweet feeling at seeing your Suguru smile so brightly. He’d been so melancholic ever since you’ve met him, it worried you if he was just depressed and unable to be helped. Although, it seemed he cared deeply for Satoru and a burden finally fell from his shoulders once he was able to include the white-haired menace back in his life. He was finally content to see you and Satoru getting along. No matter how messy and depraved the method for sorting out your differences was.

Satoru is already in the bath, long legs bent at the knees to be able to fit in it. “You two done talking shit about me behind my back? You know I can hear everything right?”

You stick your tongue out at him before you join him in the bath, splashing him lightly. His nose scrunches up and he splashes you back, making you gasp out in faux shock at his rudeness.

“Stop it, you two…” Suguru grumbles, “You're gonna make a mess.”

You giggle, “You should see the kitchen…”

Satoru huffs, pulling you to lay against him, “You gotta check the pipes, they must be leaking everywher- ah!” he jolts in surprise when you pinch him to shut him up from saying any more embarrassing things.

“Is this how it's gonna be from now on? You two just being unbearable-” Suguru's sarcastic remarks are cut off by both you and Satoru putting all your might into splashing him with as much water as you can. His pants are ruined along with half of his shirt. They stick to his toned body, revealing the outline of his achingly hard cock in his pants.

“Oh, Suguru, you pervert-” Satoru mocks, “You're getting hard just from seeing us together in a bath?”

“Maybe we should put on a show for him again, what do you say?” You turn around to kneel between Satoru's legs, taking his face between your hands. Your lips brush against Satoru's, water splashing as you manage to sit in his lap, tongue darting out to slide against his own in a deep and sensual kiss that has you aching for his cock once again.

Suguru is at a loss of words at how unbelievably sinful the two of you behaved now, his mind reminding him of the times you were too shy to even mention Satoru by name. And now here he was, watching you devour Satoru with just one kiss, your back arching so you could sink further into the warm feeling of his body against your own. It truly was a sight for his sore eyes.

“I-I thought you two were done-” he clears his throat once his voice comes out an octave higher than his usual laid-back tone.

Satoru whimpers as you buck your hips to grind against his cock, head falling back in delight, lips curving into a satisfied grin, “Seems like we’re not.” He chuckles, hands gripping your ass to guide your movements while you kiss and bite his neck to muffle your honeyed whimpers.

“Fucking brats-” Suguru mutters angrily, stripping all of his clothes in a few seconds and stepping into the tub to sit across from Satoru. He can’t believe he’s being excluded and that he’s pouting about it like an ungrateful child.

You glance at him over your shoulder, letting him watch as you wrap your delicate fingers around Satoru’s thick length and guide it back into you- groaning loudly on purpose to see Suguru’s cock jump involuntarily. “You’re so thick, ‘Toru,” you mumble coyly, mouth falling open in pleasure as you start moving up and down his length, “Sugu’ was so mean for leaving me alone… I felt soo empty-”

Before either you or Satoru could react, you’re being ripped away from him, pulled back, and made to stand on all fours in the tub facing Satoru.

“Oh, shit-” Was the last thing you heard Satoru say before Suguru plunged into you without warning, bottoming out immediately.

“You want to be a slut, sweetheart?” He growls next to your ear, malice dripping from his glossy lips, “I’ll show you how sluts should be treated.”

He pulls back his hips, giving you a second to wonder where he went before ramming into you again, and again, and again until you feel like your insides are about to be rearranged. You whine and cry, his name falling from your lips, eyes squeezed shut so you wouldn’t have to look at Satoru who was gazing at you in pure shock and astonishment at what he’d gotten you into.

“Suguru, she’s-” his words are interrupted by Suguru’s fingers being shoved down his throat.

“Hmm, seems like a- hah- good place to shove my cock- fuck- after I’m done with this pussy, i-isn’t it, baby?” He smacks your ass with his free hand while he pounds into you from behind, your walls clenching around him in encouragement.

All you can do is squeal and mewl in response, mind fucked empty with the raw force of Suguru’s savage thrusts. Your arms shake as they hold you up desperately so you don't fall into the water face first, you feel yourself nearing yet another peak, Suguru's cock ravaging you the only thing occupying your thoughts.

Satoru is drooling over Suguru’s fingers, looking at him with those pristine eyes, daring him to do as he promised. And he does. Once you cry out and your legs shake, your walls clenching around him from your orgasm, he pulls away cruelly and pulls Satoru by the hair to fill his mouth up. He whimpers weakly, muscular thighs flexing as he bucks his hips one final time and releases the sticky white spurts down Satoru's throat. He throws his head back and you marvel at the sight of his long hair falling over his broad shoulders, eyes shut tightly and cheeks flushed a dusty pink.

Once he lets Satoru go, the white-haired man gasps for air, swallowing everything Suguru gave him. “Rude.” He mutters, but he's grinning up at Suguru who gives him a scornful look. “You ruined our bath.”

You would've laughed if you weren't so fucking tired from getting used by them like you were their toy. “You two gotta do it without me next week, I deserve a break.” You mutter weakly as you lean your head on Satoru's shoulder, letting his arms wrap around you to keep you steady.

“Why are you acting like you don't enjoy this?” Suguru asks and settles on the opposite side of the tub, sighing out in exhaustion.

You roll your eyes, “I do enjoy it.”

“Then stop complaining.”

You glare at him, “You were complaining about us starting without you a bit ago.”

Satoru snickers, “And you thought we'd be jealous…”

“Whatever.” The dark-haired man huffs and closes his eyes, ignoring you and Satoru entirely.

“Wanna get out of the tub ‘n’ continue without him?” Satoru whispers to you, not caring whether or not Suguru heard him. Which he did.

“Enough.” He growls.

You giggle at him, “You were enjoying the show in the kitchen.”

“You gotta clean that up. Who's idea was it to fuck in the kitchen?”

“I needed my desert,” Satoru shrugs and you roll your eyes.

“You're cleaning it up.”

“Fine.”

The three of you mellow out into a comfortable silence, all three tired from the strenuous activity you've been through that night. Satoru is tracing soft circles into your shoulder, holding you with your face nuzzled into the slope of his neck.

You almost fall asleep when Suguru's voice jolts you awake. “You stayin’ the night?”

Satoru nods, “If you'll let me.”

“Of course.”

You find yourself lying between them on your king-sized bed once you are cleaned up and dressed in your sleepwear, Satoru dressed entirely in Suguru's clothes. It's warm and relaxing, and you think about how nervous you were at the beginning of the night. The warmth of their bodies spreads to your chest and you know in your heart this is the only place you'd want to stay forever.

“I love you two,” you mutter in the dead of night, thinking they're already asleep.

Satoru nuzzles his nose into the back of your neck, arms wrapping around you even tighter, “Love you, too.”

Suguru presses his lips to your forehead in a gentle kiss and you can feel how widely he's smiling, “I love you, too.”

You chuckle giddily as you realize Satoru became your favorite person just as much as Suguru's.

“But you really gotta clean up the kitchen tomorrow morning-”

“Shut uuup-” you and Satoru whine, both pinching Suguru, making him laugh before he gives you both a kiss and says goodnight.

tags: @minzxec @thattbitchwiththehair @tykaii @tojbnuy @ilovesugurugeto69

[elllisaaa]

i saw that you said you like writing "bf!thoughts" so i was wondering if you could make one abt jeonghan ??? 🤭

BF!JEONGHAN who can be a little menace when he wants to because it's in his nature, but everyone can see the very obvious soft spot he has for you.

from the outside, the way jeonghan is always teasing you and the way you're always getting back at him can seem a little strange, but all your friends know that it's only your way to communicate. in public, jeonghan is not very touchy even if he always stays close to you and that you never leaves his sight. but in private, he's so affectionate that it's hard to think that it's the same man. and it's only because he feels so at ease, so safe with you that he allows himself to be this vulnerable. it's not rare for him to go home exhausted and fall directly in your embrace, your fingers threading through his hair and massaging his scalp because it's his favourite thing ever - he almost purrs like a cat every time you do that. jeonghan is a little cuddle bug that only wants to be loved once you and him are alone, and you're more than happy to provide him that. also, he's never not sleeping in your arms and when he's particularly tired, he will ask to be the little spoon.

"i just want you to hold me close tonight angel."

jeonghan loves to hear you talk about the things you're passionate about, sometimes striking up conversations about a subject you're particularly interested in just to see that little sparkle in your eyes when you explain to him some complicated biology concept he doesn't even understand. whenever you go on a rant like that, he looks at you with the softest eyes and it makes you melt every time. as i mentioned before, he's a good listener, meaning that he always knows what to say or to do to help you feel better and that he will stay there listening to you for hours if you need to get something out of your chest. usually, you do the talking, both because jeonghan loves the sound of your voice but also because he prefers to show his love through acts of service ; like doing the dishes or cleaning your apartment for you, doing the laundry or the groceries when you're caught up with work or uni. it's his own way of telling you that he loves you immensely.

"it's nothing much angel, i know you hate it when your apartment is a mess. you know you can count me, right ?"

even if you're his girlfriend, that doesn't jeonghan from teasing you. he's even more playful with you because he knows that you can get back at him and that he knows you enough to not cross any boundaries. and if that does ever happen - which is very rare - jeonghan is quick to say sorry and to remind you that you're his favourite person in the world. he also loves to be praised by you, every compliment you give to him makes a cocky smirk appear on his face. but sometimes, when you blurt out some praises out of the blue, jeonghan can't help but blush a little and stumble over his words as he tries to find a clever response. but often, his heart beats too fast for him to think straight. when he's like that, he hides his face in the crook of your neck and whines about how mean you are because he can't cope with you being so sweet.

"yah ! don't say it like that, you're gonna make me blush."

BF!JEONGHAN who doesn't stop being a menace when you take things to the bedroom, in fact he becomes a little monster.

of course this man is the master of edging, there is literally not a single day passing by without you being edged. once he starts denying your orgasms, he won't stop until you're crying and begging for him to let you cum. jeonghan loves to have control over the pleasure you get, and that extends even to when you can touch yourself or not when he's away. that is only because he loves when you're all needy and desperate for him. jeonghan is always ripping one or two orgasms away from you with either his fingers or his tongue before even giving you his cock. and when he finally does, he doesn't let you cum before he's satisfied with how much he ruined you. when jeonghan feels the need to torture you even more, he takes out the toys, forcing a vibrator against your clit until you're squirming around saying that he's too mean, and he just looks at you with a smirk on his face. the way you're repeating "thank you" over and over when he finally lets you cum over his cock is what really gets him going.

"wanna cum ? not yet angel, i want to touch you some more. you can wait for me, right ?"

jeonghan loves it when you're needy for him, think it's cute and arousing to have you so desperate for him sometimes, but that doesn't mean he won't tease you about it, be that through actions or words. he's totally capable of putting in only the tip of his cock because he wants to see you cry for him. and he will definitely degrade you through his words - telling you that you're pathetic when you're begging for his attention, calling you a slut when you ask to suck his cock, calling you a whore when you're whining for more as he's fucking you at the slowest pace possible. it's cute how you try to deny his words as best as you can, how you try to do anything and everything to please him and do better. but that doesn't stop jeonghan from cooing at you with a condescending tone every time, until tears gather in your eyes. though, he's a king at taking care of you after - praises, a glass of water and all the kisses you need.

"what did you say ? you want more ? you're such a slut for my cock, always so greedy for it."

he still has some more loving moments, especially when he's tired and needs to relax. when he's too exhausted to fuck you himself, jeonghan lets you get on top of him and ride his cock, his hands weakly helping you move your hips up and down. the prettiest airy moans slip from his lips every time you drop down on his dick, and he's often quick to cum, too tired to hold back - and you're happy to help him relax. jeonghan also loves to be taken care of sometimes, and when you're all over him, it both inflates his ego and turns him on. he adores when he just came home and you're already eager to drop down on your knees and take him in your mouth. he likes to be cocky about how you're the one being always needy for him, but the moment your lips or hands wrap around his shaft, his brain turns to mush and he cannot think about anything else than covering your hand in his cum, especially when he's had a long day.

"don't stop angel, you're so good at this, gonna cum all over your pretty face."

[whaddayadothatfor]

Shit Outta Luck

Pairing: Gojo x fem!afab!reader x Nanami, mostly Gojo x Reader

Content warnings: Free use, dub-c*n, dirty talk, excessive amounts of c*m, degradation, teasing, naked female clothed male (kinda), cliffhanger

Word count: 2,595

Summary: One day your best friends Nanami and Gojo come over to hang out and help you pack to move. You end up stuck under your bed. Instead of helping you out, they help themselves.

AN: This is so ridiculous y’all. Unedited. Thanks to my bestie for hyping me up when I was writing this. Please like and reblog if you enjoyed it! ❤️

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, intended for audiences over 18+

Chapter One:

You can’t believe this is happening to you.

To think, the day has started off so normal. Maybe that should’ve been a hint. You’ve had the worst luck since grade school. You were always the kid to scrape your knee on the playground or get random bruises bumping into desks or walls. Hell, you even managed to be the only person to get bird poop on your cap and gown during your high school graduation. A series of unfortunate events. You’ve got the coordination of a preschooler and shitty luck. It’s a rare occasion when things work out well for you.

That’s why you should have been wary when you woke up early this morning, even without your alarm. You really should have caught on when the your face was free of breakouts and your shower was warm and toasty. Maybe you should’ve clued in when you found your comfort hoodie tucked squarely in the middle of your doom pile your desk chair. It had been missing for over two weeks and you hadn’t even washed it since the last time you wore it and it still smelled like laundry detergent. The last straw should have been having a perfectly normal breakfast, with perfectly seasoned eggs and a sweet coffee at just the right temperature. That really should have sealed the deal.

But alas, you’re as oblivious as you are unlucky.

Earlier

You scrolled through TikTok as you finished your breakfast and began making a mental

note of all the tasks you should complete today. Nanami and Gojo, your two best friends since uni, promised to help you bring your heavy furniture and boxes down to the moving truck and then move them up three flights of stairs into your new apartment. If there was one source of luck in your life, it’d be those two.

It was your sophomore year of college and the both of them happened to take the same upper division course you had signed up for that semester. Initially, you were nervous at being in a group with both of them, as they both were the most popular and attractive boys in your major. A feat, since all three of you attended one of the largest universities in Japan. However, you were amazed at how well you got on with both of them. You were calm enough to deter Gojo’s hyperactivity but energetic enough to bring Nanami out of his shell. For some reason, your group dynamic just worked.

They stuck to you like glue for the rest of University. You had lost touch a little after graduation, but then you had moved to the same city they lived in a year later. It was nothing to slip back into your old routine. Now, being with them both was as normal as brushing your teeth in the morning.

And it would keep working, as long as you could pretend to not notice how goddamn fine they were. That’s really why you had been friends so long. They had told you as much in University. They were sick of women on campus treating them like meat. They liked the fact that you only ever treated them like people. So, you hide how you feel about them and keep them at an arm’s length, so they never figure out the truth.

You finished the last bit of your breakfast and put your dishes in the sink before heading back to your room to finish packing up your things. The rest of the apartment was ready to go, but you had saved your room for last. Mostly because it had the most clutter and you had the worst habit of not cleaning your room well, something Nanami always chided you for. He was a stickler for neatness, after all. Anyway, Gojo said that he’d be by in an hour and Nanami said he’d come by after work, so you wanted to make sure that the bulk of your room was decluttered and packed up by then. So you set off to work, pulling up a playlist and busying yourself tidying things up and placing trash and old boxes into trash bags. After about 45 minutes, you decided to start cleaning the mess up under your bed.

And that’s how you found yourself in your current predicament.

Present

You can’t believe this is happening to you.

You really, really can’t believe this is happening to you.

You had gotten stuck, under your bed. It was like a scene straight out of a bad porno. You were cleaning up under bed, pulling different bins and Knick-knacks out from under it when your watch had gotten caught on something deep up under your bed. It was an older bed, with a brassy-colored metal box spring. Somehow, and you don’t know how (because you have been wracking your brain on how this could have happened for the past ten minutes) in the process of trying to untangle your watch from whatever it was caught onto, you tangled your hair into the box spring.

So, let’s recap:

You’re stuck. Under your bed. With your two best guy friends on the way. One of which is a notorious little shit who loves to tease you in any given situation. Your whole bottom half of your body exposed. With only a hoodie and spandex exercise shorts on. Face down, ass up.

You can’t even call for help as your phone is on the dresser at the opposite side of the room and Siri has, you think, purposely misunderstood your calls for help as a request to play Help! by the Beatles.

You don’t even like the Beatles.

The slight anxiety you had at being trapped did not hold a candle to the humiliation you’d feel once Gojo came in. You wished belatedly that Nanami was coming over first. He would have been much nicer about the whole thing. Or better yet, that you saw the signs early. You never have such an easy going day, you should’ve known something like this would happen.

Just as you were wallowing in self-pity at your own life choices, you hear the door unlock and tense up. You really regret giving Gojo a key to your place.

“Oh honey, I’m home!” His irritatingly deep voice calls out mockingly in a high pitched tone. Even when he’s goofing off he sounds sexy. You hate that about him. And when he finds you in the stupidest, most embarrassingly compromising position of your life, you know that he’ll hold it over your head until you die. Even at your funeral, he’d bring it up. You hated that about him more. You heard him plop his keys on the counter in the kitchen before calling out to you.

“Hello? Anybody home?” You remained silent, hoping he’d think you stepped out and leave. But no such luck. You heard his footsteps inching closer and closer to your bedroom. “I brought your favorite. A matcha latte,” he called out.

That jerk, you thought. He knows you hate Matcha lattes. He brought it just so he could drink it. Suddenly, you heard the door open.

“Y/N?”

You scrunched your eyes closed, desperately wishing that you could be anywhere else than you were in that moment. You anticipated laughter at any moment, but strangely it didn’t come.

“What happened?” You jumped at the sound of his voice. He sounded much closer than he did a moment ago.

“W-well, I was cleaning from under my bed and I got caught on something and now I can’t get out. Can you help me?” The embarrassment welled up inside you, causing you to stutter. Gojo said nothing for a while.

“Yeah, okay.” His voice sounded deeper, huskier than normal. It was strange as usually he put on this silly facade to lighten the mood. He was never this serious. “I’ll have to feel around a bit to see where you’re stuck, I don’t want to hurt you.” You nodded, and you were touched. A pang of guilt struck you. Maybe you didn’t give Gojo enough credit as a friend. You promised yourself you’d treat him better in the future.

Suddenly, you felt a hand caress the back of your thighs, moving closer and closer to your ass. You jumped a little.

“G-Gojo? What are you doing?”

“I’m helping you. That’s what you asked for, right?” He said, playing dumb. He continued touching you more boldly, squeezing your cheeks firmly before caressing your thighs again. You were too stunned to say anything until one of his thumbs lightly stroked your clit over your shorts. You jerked away from him, but your options to escape were limited.

“What the hell are you doing?” You screamed at him in frustration, in more ways than one. You should have never given him the benefit of the doubt. This kind of humiliation was much worse than any other kind you could think of. When you get loose, his ass is grass.

Worse, he was turning you on with his manhandling and gentle touches. You couldn’t help it, you hadn’t been fucked in over a year since your last situation ship and the only thing that had kept you company was your rose toy.

“Don’t worry, baby,” he cooed, rubbing your clit in a slow circular motion before stopping and running his hands all over your ass again. “I promised to help you. I think it’s a tight fit down there, so I’m gonna help you loosen up, that’s all. Then you’ll be able to slide right out, no problem,” he said.

His tone was saccharine sweet, but his actions were anything but. You wanted to protest, but he stopped you.

“Just relax. I can tell by that wet spot on your shorts that you’re really enjoying this.” Your face burned with embarrassment, and all your protests died down in an instant.

You focused instead on choking back heated whimpers and moans because you’ll be damned if you let him know how good he is at making you feel. And he is good. His touches are so experienced, you start getting mad at the imaginary women who taught him how to fuck that well. Although you wouldn’t be surprised if he was just naturally that good. He seems like the type.

It was almost as if he could tell that your mind was headed somewhere else, because he slowly pulled your spandex shorts and thong down in one go and that jolted you back to reality.

“Gojo,” you warned, but he ignored you as usual.

“A thong?” He questioned. And you could almost hear his eyebrow being raised.

“I packed the rest of my underwear! Plus, no one likes panty lines,” you mumble, embarrassed. He just chuckled at you.

“It’s okay baby, though in the future I’d rather you not wear anything at all.” Before you had any time to think about what he meant in the future, he licked a stripe up from you clit damn near to your ass. While you managed to stifle your moan, you couldn’t hold back the shudder that wracked your body.

“C’mon, don’t hold back. It’s no fun for me if you do,” he rang out. He paused. “Actually, try to stay silent. It’ll make it more fun for me knowing that I made you scream when you tried not to.” He chuckled, and you could feel his warm breath cover the expanse of your pussy as he spread your lips wide.

He proceeded to eat your pussy like it was his last meal.

All you could hear was him smacking and slurping up your wetness. He left no area untouched, especially your clit. He alternated between swirling his tongue around your nub and sucking on it till it was puffy and swollen. Your cries of pleasure only spurred him on, making him moan as you grinded back on his face.

Gojo attached his lips to your clit once again, humming this time as he sucked and licked all around it. It was too much. You kicked one of legs out in hopes that you’d receive a reprieve— no such luck. Gojo caught it and put it back into its original position. He chuckled with his lips still suctioned to tour most sensitive part. The sensation had you crying out, trying to run away. Finally, Gojo let go.

“Oh, c’mon. Is that all you can take? I remember all those conversations you’d have with your girlfriends, about how men never satisfy you. Can never go long enough. Are you running from me because you don’t like it? I can do more if you like.” He said teasingly. When you didn’t respond, he slapped your pussy, hard.

“You’re hurting my feelings, sweetheart. Answer me,” his tone, although still lighthearted, turned mean.

“Yes, Gojo, please, I-I can’t,” you responded, breath airy and sparse.

“Please what? I can’t help you relax if you don’t tell me exactly what you want me to do.”

“C-cum. I need to—“ you broke off your sentence with a moan, but it was enough for Gojo.

“Your wish is my command, princess.”

He worked you up until you were at the precipice of an orgasm, except this time he didn’t stop, not even after you tumbled over edge. You had never come that hard from oral, ever. Hell, you had never come that hard in general. He ate you out until the aftershocks of your orgasm died down. He stopped for a moment.

“You know, I still think you’re a bit tense. I think after another orgasm or two I’ll really be able to help free you.”

You moaned in response, still a bit out of it from your last orgasm. Gojo spit a thick glob of spit on your pussy, landing right on your hole before sticking two of his long slender fingers inside of you. It was an uncomfortable stretch and your whine said as much. You hear him unbuckle his pants with the hand that’s not on you as he shushes you.

“Just relax. I’ll make you feel good soon.”

An hour later

“Yes,” Gojo moaned out, deep and guttural, as he sunk into you. The stretch was so much worse than his fingers. You now understand why he made you come so many times. The burn would have been unbearable otherwise. Still, the slow sink into you had you writhing as much you could, still being trapped under the bed and between Gojo’s strong hands.

“Fuck, I knew I should have done this years ago. You feel better than I ever imagined.” You mewled as he sank in all the way to the hilt. He gave you no time to adjust as he slowly started to thrust in and out.

Everywhere felt so hot. You could hardly stand it. Gojo was merciless and soon set an unrelenting pace that had you curling your toes. It was a heady experience, one that made it hard to think about anything else except how hard and hot Gojo felt inside of you.

“I never should have listened to Nanami,” he muttered angrily.

“W-what? Are you—“

“I have been fantasizing about this moment since the moment I first met you, but I. Never. Thought. It’d. Be. This. Good. Fuck!” He shouted as he came. He stilled, his hips jumping slightly as he dumped his come into you. It only made you hornier. He languidly fucked his come deep within you. His tired voice rang out, but not to you.

“I bet you wish you had gotten here earlier, huh Nanamin?”

You froze.

[zentriii]

TRICK OR TREAT!!

hi anon ! since i have no idea what you like i shall stick to what i'm best at and give you sakuatsu !! behold: lore + deleted scenes for this fic

the omigiri enemies lore was basically osamu passing out in his uni dorms in front of omi's room door instead of his own after a late night exam and then in the morning omi trips over him while rushing to his own exam. they've just been catty towards each other since bc omi's petty like that an osamu's got no reservations on returning the energy he's being given. idk how it turned to fem skts that was not the original plan. i tried to write the beginnings of omigiri's petty feud and here's what i had:

Kiyoomi’s aware of who the Miya Twins are, everyone who pays attention to high school volleyball does. The blond one’s even gone on professionally, and the grey-haired one lives a wall away from him. Living in his university’s dorms isn’t as bad as he thought it would be. At the very least, the familiar faces aren’t the sources of his grief. He hasn’t found out who’s blasting music on their floor at midnight until two yet but it’s on the other side of his floor where he knows no one. He carries on his life in blissful unawareness and reports those motherfuckers two weeks into his first semester. The music stops the day he sees someone hugging their friends goodbye in front of their building. Small mercies. Kiyoomi, unfortunately, does not live by himself. He’s hardly made of money, so sharing his tiny bedroom is another familiar face: the overthinking captain of Fukurodani. He’s a good roommate all things considered: he’s quietly considerate; he doesn’t involve himself in drama; the only friends he brings over are similarly quiet. Kiyoomi debates checking to see if he lives on a volleyball themed floor but he saves himself the grief and busies himself with organizing his notes. It takes his mind off of the weird sight of Nekoma’s setter playing Animal Crossing in his dorm before he comes to accept it.

“-sa-kun, Sakusa-kun, you’re going to be late.” Kiyoomi blearily opens his eyes to the disturbing sight of his roommate who looks like he’s about to pass out with how large his eyebags are. “Did you sleep at all?” he groans, peeling himself out of his warm cocoon slowly. There’s 15 minutes before his exam and he thinks he hates Akaashi a little. Akaashi only cackles lowly before tossing a jaunty wave over his shoulder. There’s a crack that rings through the room when his arm gets above his head. Akaashi walks off to his own exam, cheap coffee in hand and steps only slightly swaying. Kiyoomi rinses and spits out mouthwash into their trash. He could not give less of a shit as he pulls on some sweats. He’ll get to the laundry at some point. Right now his only concern is getting back at Akaashi who took their last coffee bottle from their fridge. Fuck his bag– can’t forget that. He checks that his pencil case actually has a pencil and an eraser. More embarrassing mistakes have been made. Not by him of course, but Kiyoomi’s seen it. He’s got his student card in one hand and his breakfast muffin in the other while his mask’s shoved into his hoodie pocket. It’s not the most elegant of exits, with him having barely shoved his feet into his shoes and jamming his dorm key into the lock, but he’s out and got his eyes on the prize. He’s taking his first bite of it moments before his face acquaints itself with the floor.

ask game !

[philocalistherz]

«──« ⋅ʚ Hi, October ɞ⋅ »──»

➴ october 1, 2024. ₊˚ෆ

M O N T H L Y R E C A P

ೃ⁀➷ monthly goals ༉‧₊

creative:

𖥔 finish the script for hiraeth.

𖥔 re read outsider.

𖥔 finish the chapter revisions.

𖥔 build and finish the chapter.

𖥔 organize a Keep document with ECDLB information.

academic:

𖥔 finish my editing and direction lectures.

𖥔 do the reading tables for each subject.

𖥔 mail the questions to my professors for feedback.

𖥔 ask for this past weeks notes.

𖥔 convince my professors to give me extra hours.

health:

𖥔 follow my med plan.

𖥔 drinking at least 1L of water a day.

𖥔 go to therapy.

𖥔 attend all my neurology appointments.

𖥔 being discharged from the hospital.

𖥔 Had a neutral level of lithium.

ೃ⁀➷ miscellaneous ༉‧₊

𖥔 wash all the damn laundry.

𖥔 organize my dorm when i get back home.

𖥔 have a meeting with my friend for the photographic project.

𖥔 get one permission to go out under supervision.

ೃ⁀➷ october’s routine ༉‧₊

💭 — at the hospital.

𖥔 wake up + brush teeth.

𖥔 breakfast.

𖥔 journaling.

𖥔 talk to the doctors.

𖥔 blood and other tests.

𖥔 workshops.

𖥔 quick shower

𖥔 meds.

𖥔 lunch + snacks.

𖥔 working on the novel.

𖥔 german lesson

𖥔 dinner + meds II

💭— normal life.

𖥔 wake up at 8 am + brush teeth

𖥔 quick shower.

𖥔 breakfast

𖥔 go to the uni library.

𖥔 do my notes and studying for the day’s subject.

𖥔 go to class.

𖥔 lunch + snack.

𖥔 call my mum + my friends.

𖥔 study one or two pomodoros at home.

ೃ⁀➷ october’s specials ༉‧₊

movies:

𖥔 dinner in america [watchlist]

𖥔 suncoast [watchlist]

𖥔 the substance [watchlist]

songs:

𖥔 champagne coast - blood orange

𖥔 small things - ben howard

𖥔 into the grove - madonna

𖥔 watermelon - john + jane

𖥔 angel - massive attack

𖥔 vienna - billy joel

𖥔 give me an answer - low roar

𖥔 her - the american dawn

books:

𖥔 a star is found ; janet hirshenson & jane jenkins - non fiction

𖥔 the art of dramatic writing ; lajos egri - non fiction

ೃ⁀➷ october-specific goals ༉‧₊

𖥔 keep a dump journal.

𖥔 conquer the fear of ruining my notebooks.

𖥔 finishing hiraeth’s first draft

𖥔 be consistent with what i can and what i like too.

𖥔 retake my projects and old activities.

𖥔 take more photos for my art account.

[Last updated october 1, 2024]

[trissaysmoi]

August 24th, Saturday

Moi!

I wasn't supposed to write a journal entry today coz I've been yapping all day anyway. I've written three long rants for this blog today alone. But doing so will beat the purpose of having a daily journal in the first place. So, here I am.

I've spent my morning reflecting in life which prompted me to write my first essay of the day. But before I did that, I first wrote a quick news article for the paper.

The rest of my afternoon consisted of more reflecting and writing my essays. I also did my quick laundry and caught up on social media.

In the evening, I had a quick online meeting in my uni org. Us seniors are now preparing for the election of new executive officers.

I almost forgot, it's my legal birthday today lol. August 24 is the birthdate written on my birth certificate even though my biological birthday is actually August 20th. It's just a typical typo error that I decided not to change anymore because having two birthdays is an interesting thing to tell other people.

I usually celebrate my birthday on the 20th (which is also what I did this year) so today is just an ordinary day for me lol.

It's already 12 am but I still have to fold my dry laundry since I'm going out tomorrow and God knows when I'll be having the free time again to do it.

I'm also watching an Indian movie called "The Lunchbox" (2013) which is an interesting watch. I'm literally giggling at the plot lol.

Lastly, I posted some pics of mine on facebook today and it's already close to a hundred reacts. But ykw those reacts don't matter until he reacts to it. He hasn't been online since I posted it tho coz he's notoriously known as an early sleeper. I'll update if he sees it already tomorrow lmao.

[yahargulian]

HELLOOOO I HAVE WRITING ASKS FOR YOU

6, 8, 13 (drop the music recs!!!), 29, 39 (begging you to tell the people about the blast furnace. if you want!!), 43, 57

ahem i would also like to take this chance to announce that kim is an AMAZING writer (and an amazing person full stop) and everyone should keep your eyes peeled for their fics in the future because whoooy boy their current serennedy wips and ideas are SOOOO GOOD and i’m not even really in the fandom??? but i live for every snippet i’m sent???

hehe please enjoy 💓💓

AAAAA Jamie holy shit.. Bestie you're gonna make me blush aaaa 👉👈

Whenever I do actually get these fics finished and published, everyone go thank Jamie for all his hype and support and for being my fandom screaming buddy adkjhga AND ALSO if you happen to watch a funky little show called KinnPorsche you should go read their fics like! Right the fuck now! And also keep an eye out for new ones in the future because I have also seen snippets of Jamie's wips and ideas and WOWIE is that fandom in for a treat or two. Or several hehe

6. What’s the last line you wrote?

"Unpleasant didn’t quite cut it." Which is from the same extract I answered with here, and is the last line I've written from any of my wips at the moment... But, I'm also gonna give you the last line I've written from the other fic I'm currently working on. As a treat! "Krauser had changed right there beside Leon, and he had never even noticed." I really am just making Leon go through it in two very different ways at the moment ahdgjkhag

8. Post an out-of-context spoiler from a wip.

"And maybe it had fulfilled the purpose for which it was designed, no longer held a practical use to him. But, as he breathed in, he felt its weight soft against his chest. And for a moment he couldn't exhale. A soft warmth bled in his chest; from his lungs, from his heart, from the weight of metal over both. Held. Like a promise. "No," he breathed, finally. Then, surely, "no, nothing." Not all purposes were practical, after all."

13. Do you listen to music while you write?  If yes, what have you been listening to recently?

I do! But I'm really really awkward about it aghkdgjdakg it depends on the vibe really! Usually music with lyrics distracts me (my brain starts focusing on the lyrics oops) so unless I'm listening to a specific song or songs on loop, I usually listen to video game soundtracks There are some scenes and stuff that call for a specific kind of vibe - or just silence as a last resort if I can't find anything to listen to - but lately I've been listening to boss battle music, of all things. This playlist, to be exact This is my hype music! My 'Getting Shit Done' playlist. I used to listen to a lot of this while doing uni assignments, and have been known to listen to it to do even mundane shit. Like laundry

29. What’s something about your writing that you’re proud of?

People have told me before that my fics have made them cry, and like. Nothing makes me happier honestly. Again with the emotion think, is anything I've written has ever made someone feel something it's the best thing that could possibly happen. So the fact that something I've written has apparently made people feel something so much that they've cried? Hell yeah I'm proud of that!!

39. What’s your most self-indulgent wip?

Okay no you're right, the blast furnace fic is pretty self indulgent so I will mention it. Basically, Leon and Luis fuck in the blast furnace, right after the fight against the two Gigantes. And this came about because I realised that this would be one of the best times for them to kiss in the main plot (literally like in an action movie) and also that nobody had written them fucking in the blast furnace yet? And once I realised that I realised how obvious it was to get them to fuck in there - and now here I am. So it's very self indulgent because I wanna see it ahdjkahkjgd but also now that I've started it I'm on a mission to make it as visceral an experience as possible! It's gonna be fucking great I'm really excited for it Honestly tho, most if not all of what I write or try to write is self-indulgent in some way. Hell, the key fic I'm working on is super self-indulgent just because it's basically me working through all my feelings about this damn lab key! And what it means and symbolises and what if what if what if. Everything I write is written because I wanna see it and explore it and experience it! It's all self-indulgence babey!

43. Is there a trope or idea that you’d really like to write but haven’t yet?

Answered here but long story short, yes! But hopefully I'll get to them soon hehe I also looked over the 4,000 word pollen wip again after typing my reply to this question and. Yeah. I've definitely gotta finish that one someday my god I forgot how strong the brainworms had got when I started that one ahdgjkahgkd

57. How conscious are you about including symbolism or foreshadowing in your fics?

Foreshadowing maybe, tho I'm not sure how much I'd say I'm conscious of it rather than.. Because I know where I'm going I try to build up to that. So I guess that would be a yes? Ahsdjhjgkj In terms of symbolism, maybe not as much as I should be? The aforementioned key fic is possibly an exception here because, well. It's literally about the fucking lab key. It's about the symbolism. But generally I'm not conscious about including it - and now this is making me wonder if I do? And if I do, how the fuck and when? Someone please tell me, Jamie please tell me aghdjdahgds

[girlcatullus]

psychosexual weekend

okay so. context for the psychosexual weekend (aka: two days of gnawing and waiting). i think i've told this story on here but basically a long-standing colleague of mine (we did the same bachelor but with different curricula starting in the same semester almost 4 years ago) replied to an insta story of mine - a selfie - telling me "oh i wouldn't have had a chance because i am not a medieval philologist but can i tell you i am sad that you're not straight". i know. poor choice of words but still. this happened in october. and i don't know why, maybe it's because he's cute and i found him cute subconsciously even back in the day, i was like okay, let's give him the time of day. and during my six months abroad i kept this in the back of my head and we chatted occasionally, and i kept thinking about it even as i got back from erasmus... so i waited for the right occasion and when he posted a story on instagram i replied to it, had a chat, and then nonchalantly told him that if he was ever to happen by the university he should come say hi. and five days later he comes saying hi :)

yes i do realize this is more of a diary entry but i feel like writing this down and WHAT BETTER PLACE than tumblr? so. we meet in university (had a cry in the morning over bureaucratic matters, started solving some problems with my dad, did some laundry and then he texts me over instagram asking if i was in uni that day. i zoom out the door because. you never know how long people intend to pop by for). and we clearly avoid all my friends and acquaintances and we start talking, then we take a walk and we kept on talking, even as we got to a small park in the vicinity of my uni and well there's that whole can can of getting closer, casual touching, making fun of each other, and then finally we do make out (thank god). i thought for a moment that he was looking for something serious but he meant the opposite sooo. amazing! i felt guilty in the beginning because of how things are with l., but he's away in another city and we've already established we're not boyfriend and girlfriend because the situation is just too uncertain to still hang on to labels like that, so we go off our feelings towards one another and meeting whenever we can. which isn't often. so instead of feeling like i owe him something i decided i want to live my life without minding absences too much. it's not like i won't feel the same towards him even with this... thing potentially going on.

but i felt alive in that moment! we kept on walking around and he really was ...fired up, which was extremely difficult to resist BUT i managed. at one point he even lifted me up from the ground, and my brain just went *modem noise*. we kept talking and making out and eventually we decided to go to his house by motorcycle, he would get the car and take me home (since he was already going in a neighborhood close to mine). and so we walked back to his bike (which was parked in the uni's parking lot). unfortunately some of my acquaintances saw me and him together and i hoooooooopeeeeee nobody is going to comment on that because it's something we'd both like to keep under the radar. but i digress.

the ride was exhilarating! i'd never been on a motorcycle before! the wind, the sun, and holding onto someone you desire and whom desires YOU... we eventually agreed on meeting again on monday morning and i tell you the wait was already excruciating when we were still together. it took every ounce of my willpower not to find a secluded place to... you know, in his car 😳but there's no one at his house on monday morning so... best to wait. being wanted really is a high. and this is it ladies and guys i can't wait for monday to come so i *** ****** :)

[wrose-writes]

I might currently have burnout and have banned myself from working on any of my projects, but somehow this still didn't stop me from writing eleven pages about two people who just showed up in my head while I was waiting for the laundry and demanded it!!!

Anyway here's the aforementioned 11 pages, enjoy! (general taglist, @enne-uni, @mr-orion, @ashirisu. do ask if you want to be added/removed!)

(one of my favourite non-spoilery sections below the cut to perhaps tempt you into checking the whole thing out... oooh...)

(Clearly the latest bored rich man who’d gotten wind of the Jack of Spades’ infamous unbeatable nature in gambling, seen the slender young man behind it, concluded that was nonsense and luck, and decided he’d be the one to beat it, everyone had decided a few minutes after he’d walked in. Poor soul, whispered those more sympathetic people. Hah, get wrecked, whispered those who were disinclined to give a noble any kind of sympathy. There were quite a bit more of the latter type who frequented the House on nights like this one).

[dasha-through-the-snow]

Yeah, IDK

I always read these posts and they always say "well, the person threatening suicide is always a bad perso and you should just cut them out of your life!"

And wouldn't that be nice if it was so easy.

So, hey, hi, I'm the person who threatened suicide when my ex left me.

This is far from my proudest moment in life, but what the fuck, this is tumblr, this is we air our dirty laundry, right?

So my ex left me after we spent 11 years together. 11... Strange and chaotic years. I really don't like calling our relationship abusive, but it was extremely immature. Soulmates, one true love, perfect for each other, all that kind of shit.

Partially through enabling, partially through some emotional manipulation, my ex isolated me from all my social circles. I didn't go to uni, didn't have a stable job and the only friends I had were HIS friends. My life, my future, my finances, it was all tied to him. He even took out a few loans in my name, which racked up a hefty debt by the time he left me. And cats. My ex is still obsessed with strays, but by the time he left me, we had 17 cats, only a couple were neutered/spayed and the situation kept getting out of control.

Now, that is not to say I was perfect in this relationship either. I was oftentimes lax with my responsibilities, couldn't control my emotions and could be kind of manipulative. IDK, that's something I'm still untangling with my therapist.

Our relationship was never physically abusive. We were just two kids playing adults who lashed out at each other.

So he leaves me and I'm left with nothing. I had no future, I had no friends (because he told all of his friends that I was emotionally abusing him), no money, no job, cats that are breeding out of control and thousands of dollars in debt.

It felt like the end of the world. I absolutely did consider suicide and for the first three or so years I was NOT a functional human being. The fact that I survived at all was kind of a miracle. But whenever I came close to ending it all I did message to him. Because I was in a terrible place, I was hysterical and he was literally one of the few people I could still talk to.

Writing all of this wasn't easy. Kind of fucked myself over for the night, TBH.

But my point is.

Yeah, there's no two sides to every story. But there are two sides to a lot of them. And the person you may want to dismiss as a villain... I still a person. They still have to live and function in a society somehow. Their life doesn't stop.

You can't just... Unperson people from society. Even prisoners go back to civil life sooner or later. People who did interpersonal shitty things do too. And I think they also deserve to continue living and find happiness.

But, IDK, that could be just me.

That all probably sounds selfish as fuck, but whatever, I needed to get this out.

If someone lies to their partner about committing suicide if they leave, and they actually don't commit suicide, should they be taken seriously when they say they'll do it again in the future

It’s one of those situations where you either have to take what they say with a grain of salt, or be cautious. Not exactly cut and dry. If they have said it in the past, it’s likely they won’t do it because they’re just trying to tie you to them and make you feel guilty.

However, in the rare case that they say “if you leave I’ll kill myself”, and they end up doing it… To put it bluntly, it’s not your fault if they do. They made the choice to put that on you. It sounds cold, but the reason they tell you that is so you’ll either stay with them, or feel immense guilt if you leave. One of the basic forms of manipulation and control. It’s normal and ok to feel bad about it in either situation (whether they do it or not), but in the end, it’s not your fault. They want you to feel like it is.

I had to struggle with this kind of decision when a ‘friend’ in highschool told me if I don’t get with her, she’ll kill herself. She knew I’m gay, but she tried to manipulate me to do what she wanted. In the end, I did what was best for me and left. She’s still alive and well to this day.

Hey @keyhollow, can I defer to you for an opinion on this? I want to make sure I’m not giving bad advice on this if that’s alright

[saffyspirals]

𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚎

; with: takashi mitsuya, baji keisuke, sanzu haruchiyo, kazutora hanemiya

; warnings: not proofread properly, i got sleepy 🥱

; author’s note: i love the roommates to lovers trope, so ofc i had to write something about it!

𝚖𝚒𝚝𝚜𝚞𝚢𝚊

was looking for an apartment, and a roommate to share it with, when he came across you.

you were a total stranger, but he still agreed to move in since you were a friend of a friend.

it’s basically like living on his own. your work schedules don’t line up at all, so when mitsuya is fast asleep in bed, you’re up getting ready to leave for work. and when mitsuya comes home from work, you’re either asleep or working away on your laptop, too busy to interact.

he doesn’t bother you, and you don’t bother him. the only thing that sort of binds the two of you, is that you always make two bento lunches. you take one with you to work, and leave one in the fridge for mitsuya, to take with him when he gets up to go to work himself.

he imagines it’s you trying to be nice to him.

this routine goes on for months. mitsuya is well accustomed to this lifestyle, so it’s a total shock to see you in the living room when he comes home one day; wide awake, popcorn in hand, and no laptop in sight.

“hey!” you greet, offering him a bright smile. “i finished work early today. wanna come hang out with me? if you’re not busy, of course.”

he tries not to seem too excited by your invitation, as he kicks his shoes off and heads over to the couch.

“we haven’t hung out at all, have we? and we hardly see each other or just talk, because our schedules are so different.”

“yeah.” mitsuya agrees.

you steer the conversation in a ‘get to know each other’ direction. tv now faded into the background, you take turns asking each other questions.

your talk continues late into the night. by then, you can hardly utter a sentence without yawning. that’s when mitsuya decides you should both call it a night, and go to bed.

you’re lifted from the sofa bridal style by mitsuya, who insists that your sleepiness will disappear if you walk to your room by yourself. you let him do as he pleases, snuggling into his chest as he carried you there.

just before you drift off, you take notice of the unusually quick heartbeat mitsuya has, as if he’d just been running.

since (obviously) he hasn’t been, you smile, knowing there’s only one other explanation for it.

𝚋𝚊𝚓𝚒

baji and you decide to move in together, straight after you graduate high school. you’re both going to the same uni, and figured it would be fun to live together.

his platonic feelings for you, develop into romantic feelings over a long period of time. say, half a year?

it’s the little things that draw him in: your insistence to make dinner every night, the way your nose scrunches up at his dirty socks when it’s your turn to do the laundry, the adorably embarrassed look you give him, when he makes a comment about the cutesy pyjamas you wear to bed every night…

once he acknowledges that feelings are there, they grow strong. really strong. despite this, he chooses not to act on them.

before he’d caught feelings, the two of you were good friends. he doesn’t want to ruin that by confessing, only for you not to like him back.

but, although he tries to hide it, baji’s crush becomes painfully obvious to you, and to anyone who knows the two of you.

since you also like him, you start dropping hints about it, hoping he’ll get it.

you ask for cuddles whenever you’re cold, rather than grabbing a blanket, you steal his hoodies, and claim that all yours are dirty or too small, you refer to your saturday movie nights as ‘date night’.

part of him will probably know what your sudden change in behaviour means. he’ll just choose to ignore it and not get his hopes up. he’ll listen to the other part of him that’s saying you’re probably messing around, as friends do.

after weeks pass, and baji still doesn’t admit to liking you, you decide to take the initiative and confess yourself.

you sit him down one evening after dinner to tell him. i imagine the conversation going in this kind of direction:

“i like you, keisuke. in a more than friends way. romantically.”

“…seriously? you’re not screwing around?”

“of course not! i know you like me too, and i’ve been dropping hints for weeks, trying to get you to just tell me! how have you not connected the dots already?”

for the rest of the day, baji literally cannot stop smiling. (with your permission), he gives you a long, sweet kiss, before telling you to put on your favourite movie.

“the least i can do,” he tells you, “is watch this crappy movie with you for the thousandth time. since you’re my girlfriend, now.”

“it’s not a crappy movie you asshat! and just so you know, one of your duties as my boyfriend now is to admit to me that my favourite movie is as good as i tell you it is.”

𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚣𝚞

sanzu moves into the apartment that you already share with mikey, and draken.

it is a temporary arrangement; he was kicked out by his ex-girlfriend, and needed somewhere to crash until he found his own place.

you don’t know sanzu all that well (you’ve seen him at a few parties), but you agree to mikey and draken’s request to let him stay, because you trust he’s decent since the boys like him.

it doesn’t take very long for you to develop a crush on him.

you hadn’t known this before (because you hardly knew him), but everything sanzu did was hot.

run a hand through his hair as he gives you a sleepy “good morning”? hot.

say, “for me? darling?” when he wants you to change the channel so he can watch his own programme? h o t.

when he comes out of the bathroom after a steaming shower, smirking when he catches you looking at his chest? smoking!!

at this point, it’s normal to think he’s doing these things on purpose. your crush is probably (although not intentionally) obvious to him, and he’s just making fun of you.

as a matter of fact, it is very obvious to him!

but, sanzu starts to have second thoughts about whether or not you actually like him, when he overhears you talking with draken.

you ask draken when sanzu is going to be leaving.

irritated, and weirdly disappointed that you asked that, sanzu jumps in, “don’t worry, i’ll be out real soon.”

real soon meaning that night.

you follow him to the guest bedroom — his temporary room.

“i-i didn’t mean it like that!”

you watch, guilty as he opens up a backpack and starts shoving random belongings in.

“sanzu?” he ignores you, and continues on. you grab his arm, to which he pulls back. although your touch isn’t welcomed, it at least gets him to look at you.

“i only asked that because…well, i sort of have a crush on you okay? and it’s getting kinda strong, and it’s concerning because my crushes have never been so intense before!”

he’s making you nervous, the way his pretty blue eyes are focused on you so intently. despite this, you continue on, hoping it will get him to reconsider leaving tonight.

“i wanted to know when you were leaving, because i’m awkward around crushes, and i don’t want to make it uncomfortable for you and mikey and draken since we’re all staying in the same house…so, i was just gonna hype myself up and try and be normal for however long you’re staying…”

despite the fact your explanation has come to an end, sanzu continues to stare, head tilted ever so slightly.

he’s thinking, but about what?

how he wants things to play out, of course.

“if you actually got out of your own head for a second, you wouldn’t be thinking like that.”

“…why not?”

“because, i’m into your stupid ass too.”

𝚔𝚊𝚣𝚞𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚊

you found an ad online about somebody looking for a roommate. since this kazutora fellow was your age, and attending the same uni, you decided to respond to the ad, and set up a meeting.

the apartment is amazing. the room you get if you move in is more than enough space, and kazutora hanemiya (you learn his full name once you visit for the first time), seems nice enough.

for kazutora, it was literally love at first sight.

he’s half excited, half nervous when you agree to move in. living with your crush is a pretty huge rollercoaster of emotions! (not that i’d know, but.💀)

kazutora quickly decides that it would be best to keep his little crush on the down low.

you hardly know each other, it’d be weird if he suddenly confessed, right?

these feelings of his developed based on looks. kazutora figures they’ll probably go away, and become more platonic or smth.

they do not.

months and months go by, and kazutora still finds himself drooling over the thought of having you.

he still doesn’t want to come out and tell you though, concerned that you’ll friendzone him, then become awkward around him.

instead, he gives himself little serotonin boosts by flirting with you. nothing too hardcore, just little pet names, and sweet compliments to make you smile.

you do in fact like kazutora, but are facing the same dilemma as him. both of you are too much inside your heads, scared of what the other will think about the romantic feelings that have blossomed.

since it is so obvious to everyone but the two of you that you’re crushing on each other, your friends take it upon themselves to give you the push that you need to confess.

said friends are baji, chifuyu and mikey. troublemakers

at a house gathering, the boys suggest you play a little game. you find it a little strange that they won’t tell you what the game is until you promise to play, but you agree to do so nevertheless.

all of you sit in a circle; kazutora opposite you.

“whoever the beat lands on has to call their crush.” chifuyu explains, sending you a sly look.

kazutora looks just as, if not even more nervous than you do. you’re a little disappointed to know he’s got a crush on someone.

you don’t know how, but you swear the game is rigged. the beat lands on you, and the three idiots cheer, and demand that you call your crush immediately.

failing to see any way out of it (because you’re not one to go back on your word), you see no other option but to do as you’re told.

you hold your breath as you unlock your phone, and scroll in your contacts before finding kazutora’s name.

his ringtone plays out loud and clear. you hang up the phone after letting it ring for a couple of seconds.

eyes cast downwards, you miss the wide eyed expression kazutora has on his face. you also fail to see the wide grin that spreads across it too.

kazutora awkwardly crawls over to your dejected figure, before engulfing you in a hug.

“it’s not a prank right? you like me, right??!”

when you realise why he’s so excited by the news, you start to smile. his eagerly asked question is replied to with an equally eager sounding answer; “yeah!”

[here’s my masterlist] !

[bulletnotestudies]

✨ how to deal with failure: a brief guide for the completely done and utterly fed up student ✨

first of all, recognise - and i don’t mean just read, internalise it - that failing is okay. you’re not dumb, you’re not unworthy of taking the class, you might’ve not even necessarily had the wrong approach; you did, however, in any case, have bad luck. and that can be changed. it absolutely can be changed and you do have the time to adjust your studying so you can make up for the misstep. it’s gon be okay buttercup <3

1. vent to a friend/sb you’re close with

i personally attacked my bestie, talked to a few other ppl, and it helped get some of the frustration out. it’s also important you learn to speak to yourself how you would to a friend - you certainly wouldn’t tell them they’re a failure and won’t come back from this, would you? what you actively tell yourself shapes your subconscious thoughts.

2. catch up on the self care you’ve neglected when studying

get a long shower to wash the exam off, eat your meals slowly, get enough sleep (!), clean your room (unburden The Chair™ - srsly, do your laundry - and vacuum, change your bedsheets perhaps?)

3. make a study plan for the retake

be sure to make it realistic and flexible so you don’t end up inducing more stress (helpful posts: 1 2 3 4 (not mine)), try to finish all the topics at least 3 days before the exam so you can spend the last days refreshing your knowledge and preparing mentally instead of cramming.

4. reflect (critically) on your studying so far

is there anything you can do to get more out of your time? quality over quantity is super important when it comes to revision; try implementing more active recall into your study sessions (some posts you can consult on this topic: 1 2 3 (not mine), what is active recall?) and spacing them out more; try to avoid cramming as it increases your stress levels and isn’t as affective with committing information to memory. also, if you asses you could use some help, reach out! ask a friend, get in touch with your professor, seek advice online… getting help = showing readiness for improvement = mature and very welcome!

5. schedule self-care time

when you’re making your study plan, remember to also think of your mental and physical health ● you can space out little acts of self care throughout the week (i.e. take a bubble bath every sunday, schedule a weekly video call with your best friend, allot time to spend with your s/o, do a quick workout every day,…) ● or have a ‘mental health day’ for a whole day each week (i.e. on saturdays, only do things you enjoy - spend the day reading/drawing/binging netflix/baking/…); i personally like to space my self care throughout the week and go for a walk with my best friend every two weeks or so. i’m not kidding, schedule your ‘me’ time into your planner. write. it. down.

6. sleep

i’ve mentioned it already but it’s so important it deserves it’s own bullet point - remember to also take good care of your brain. it is, after all, the organ working the hardest here. a whole day of studying, doing chores, talking to people, etc. has your synapses firing away like crazy, so sleeping is vital for them to recover and come back stronger the next day. give them time to cool down, process the information you’ve gathered throughout the day and store it somewhere you can access it later. seriously. an important note here: there isn’t a single amount of sleep that is optimal for everyone - some people work best on 6 hours of sleep, some can’t go on less than 9. dedicate yourself to figuring out what works best for you and learn to plan your wake up time. ● option no. 1: get into the habit of going to sleep and waking up every. day. at. the. same. time. - a good routine is even more vital in these times when time doesn’t even matter bc we literally don’t go anywhere ever. ● option no. 2: if your uni/work schedule doesn’t allow you to establish a daily routine, try using sleepyti.me to calculate when you should wake up to feel most refreshed :)

hopefully these points can serve as a base/reference for your academic rebound <3 i wrote them up after straight up skipping the grieving-this-is-unfair phase of failure and just being left with a slightly-pissed-but-definitely-fed-up-with-this-class feeling. it dawned on me that i surely can’t be the only one facing this, so i decided to share this and hopefully help you guys out as well:) keep in mind: your worth has zero correlation with your grades, you’re a bad bitch and will not stop bc life tried to knock u down - here’s a quote i like: when life knocks you down, calmly get back up and very politely say, “you hit like a bitch”. after that, u can follow these steps and flourish x

[jiminrings]

hi hi, for the requests,,,,how about doctor!hoseok who "just doesn't have time for a fickle thing like love" and nurse y/n who hoseok was not impressed by because of some bad first impression but y/n still smiles and greets him and has mad respect for him but is a bit intimidated by him cause, "w-why does the doctor never smile?" and maybe one day nurse y/n gets a paper cut while skimming through reports and updating hoseok and doctor hoseok has,,,,cute 'mang' bandaids in his drawers????

no time for love

drabble week: day one

drabble week masterlist

pairing: doctor!hoseok x nurse!y/n

wordcount: 3k

glimpse: "if something happens to you, you come to me — not to the receptionist you like chatting with on your lunch breaks."

notes: my first entry for drabble week :D all the requests i got for this week are god-tier and i made big effort to make all of this good and ready to go in the soonest!!! i may also be writing this in the middle of the busiest weeks of my last semester, but oh well hee-hee :D

feedback + support mean the world to me!!

"question."

namjoon audibly groans, feeling his soul lift away from his body because there you are again

today's a pretty slow day,, considering that you work in the emergency room!!

you've only had two patients come in so far —

first was the guy who ate too much homemade cookie dough wITHOUT baking the flour and now has an E. coli infection :D

the second was a girl who fractured her arm from falling off the hammock she installed on her ceiling (very valid!!!!)

slow days could be good for the emergency room

namjoon seems to think otherwise <3

"no."

you pout because your senior of like lol five months is already answering you and you haven't even asked yet!! you've always known that joon is a little snippy around the edges but this is just tough love

"but-"

he sighs, trying to occupy himself with even the visitor sheets so that he could pass the time faster, "no, y/n. the prewrap is not for you, and i'm not helping you make it as your headband.

BOOO

it was just one hundred time(s)!! your friend who's still in uni is a soccer captain and she does it all the time!! doesn't even budge in the slightest bit

"that wasn't it, joonie," you whine and the nickname's slowly starting to grow on him, just only irritated a notch lower

you actually lower your voice and lean closer, and your whole demeanor's changed too and namjoon doesn't know WHY he also leaned in, but his curiosity outpowers his eyesore for your cheerful nature

"but is uh, is dr. jung single?"

oh my god

namjoon feels compelled to wrap you with a white sheet <3

"our parents are the ones who's friends, not us us!!"

ok fair point

they're not even childhood friends like people thought they were

he doesn't even know how people knew they were related to a degree somehow!!!!

sometime just five years ago, their parents kept bumping to each other at a vacation cruise and they just hIT it off when their team won in charades

he may not acknowledge it now, but namjoon does have the tendency to consider his friends not his friends and his best friends as strangers

see!!! that's why namjoon treats you like he treats the pickles in his burger!!!

he doesn't <3

"you probably know something but you just don't realize it," you counter and that's what makes him deadpan, putting away his clipboard before settling to look you in the eye

"wanna know what i know?"

"are you kidding? i went to nursing school for-"

"hoseok probably hates you. he looks like he’s still holding a grudge after meeting you for the first time."

???

what is namjoon talk-

NO???!?!?

goosebumps rise on your skin automatically and your neck just tWITCHES upon thinking about it

today's an extra chirpy day :D

you bought new laundry detergent right after your shift the night before, and safe to say that you had the time of your life staying up to do ur laundry

the unlikely mix of lavender, vanilla, tHEN sunflowers make up for a god-tier scent on your scrubs

you'd be lying if you didn't think of diluting it with water then putting it in a spray bottle to serve as perfume

eau de laundry <3

oh oh you ALSO ate a legitimate breakfast and not just munching on finger foods because you're in a rush to leave

the elevator ride from the carpark is also nice since you're alone this time a-

lol maybe not

you hold out the door, eyes looking out in instinct

wow

alright

this is a little... breathtaking

you obviously dON'T know the guy but he's also wearing the hospital scrubs!! you've worked both day and graveyard shifts but you've never really seen him before

he's immensely pretty and your throat just tightens and you swallow immediately

he gives a timid smile when you do, backpack slung from his shoulder and a plethora of things all balanced on his right hand

you SHOULD know him, right??

omg wait a second

"hey cutie!!! are you the intern that's starting today?"

the guy wasn't doing anything in the first place, but the way he just freezes is beyond noticeable

what did you just do :((

"hey, it's okay!! don't be nervous. i had my first day here about, two years ago?? i was so nervous that my supervisor offered me an adult diaper."

what the fUCK did he just walk into

you don't notice the way the guy's face twists from offense to irritation, mouth slightly parted and his brows knitting together at the center

"i hope you're gonna be the one who's shadowing me. i can't wait! good luck :D"

the elevator stops at the right moment, looking back to wave at him goodbye but you sCREECH in your tracks when there's a whole group of people outside the elevator

uhhh why are all the doctors gathered here

what's namjoon even doing there???

the guy from behind you sighs and steps outside, immediately having his hair ruffled as a white coat gets wrapped around his shoulders hastily

dr. jung hoseok

hoseok definitely didn't expect for the whole floor to come welcome him but alright he'll take it ://

the light in your face and soul probably left the same time that DR. JUNG (!!!!) did

namjoon narrows his eyes at you because what are yOU doing there???? and why do you look as stiff as an actor from a netflix original

"hey man," joon goes for a side hug with hoseok, the doctors surrounding them probably looking stunned that all the formalities are ditched

"what's her name?" hoseok spares you a careless glance and namjoon does a double-take to why he'd even ask (and what he should interrogate you not-so-casually for)

"that'd be y/n."

hoseok clicks his tongue, sparing one last look at you before he shakes his head once then leaves

joon's not a man of gossip culture but he whistles as soon as the doctors are all out of earshot, patting your shoulders because you look like your circulation's been cut-off

"now what did you do to piss off one of the most patient people that i know?"

remembering any detail from that interaction makes you want to cry so bad

not to mention dELETE yourself!!!

"b-but that was six months ago!! it's just that he looked so young a-and-"

"you've been trying to remedy that blunder for six months too, but he's not budging. yes, y/n, i've memorized it already."

:((

it feels unfixable at this point

hoseok told namjoon before that he doesn't have time for a fickle thing like love and it's been stamped on your mind ever since

good thing you don't love him!!!

hehe

ok wait

it might just be a little crush even if you decimated yourself in front of him

every morning when you come to work, you deliver coffee to the breakroom and it must be when hoseok's also there bc that's the whole point lol

you don't just buy one for him because that's TOO obvious

"morning, doc!!" is your go-to and you can't tell if it's also his

you get a :-] in exchange

you're always smiling and the other nurses are just in love with you

you always try to compliment dr. jung on something and you've honestly never really ran out of material

but at THIS rate???? where you've made approximately zero to none progress?? passing out is what you'll do

"he hates me, tae."

when namjoon doesn't listen (he always does but he just rarely reciprocates your energy), that's when your work husband comes in!!

he would hate it when you tell him he isn't your work husband though

taehyung's the receptionist you'd probably work through unvaccinated kids for

he matches your energy and he finds you the perfect work wife too because he's RESTLESS with just sitting behind a desk!! he needs someone to ramble to!!

"you're probably overthinking it. must be all that overcompensation," he's snacking on chips, hugging his cardigan but not before trying to wipe off the crumbs on your scrubs

"watch this," you tap his thigh hurriedly, clearing your throat before turning to hoseok who happens to be walking down the hall

"hey doc! new stethoscope? i love-"

he walks past you, ignoring you entirely

"yeah he does hate you!!"

taehyung sounds amused, letting out a hearty laugh considering how perfectly-aligned that went

he rubs circles on your back, still standing because you're too frustrated to even sit down

"just give it time."

"i gave it half a year!"

yikes

hmmm that does sound tragic

"maybe he just doesn't want to be your friend? if he's not affected by ignoring you, then you shouldn't be either."

wow

taehyung tends to be rEALLY honest

but he's like an endearing kind of honest

he spoke the thoughts from the back of your head, and hearing it from someone else just makes the gears in your head turn

is it really that ridiculous

"oh so like i stop smiling at him so he'd miss me?? like that???"

you... are hopeless

"no.... i wasn't proposing a plan,,, i was proposing a solution to make you not look like a fool."

you deflate at that, the entire plan being 2d making it boring for you

"oh,, i hate it then."

you physically shrug off your thoughts, nudging taehyung so he could scoot over and you'd have one buttcheek each on his chair

maybe you're just gonna try to ignore hoseok today

it's probably for the better

"anything new today?"

you check up on taehyung as usual, knowing that you'd get atleast one decent conversation today

"about twenty people asked me where the restroom is today, even if we just got huge boards hung to say where it is."

taehyung juts his bottom lip, turning his head to look at you when you're doing the exact same thing

"how 'bout you?"

oh wow you're sitting so close

taehyung's really pretty

that's your work husband right there!! :D

there's a harsh drop of a clipboard on the front desk, making the both of you jolt and knock your foreheads together

"y/l/n. rounds. no one else is available."

DR. JUNG??????

HOSEOK????

is he okay

he looks agitated

kinda looks like someone just stepped on his work sneakers intentionally over and over again

you're more perplexed with his expression rather than the fact that dr. jung IS talking to you

"doc...? i think namjoon's-"

hoseok only deadpans, tilting his head because it's yOU who's hesitating now

"am i asking for him or you?"

right

very right

you say goodbye to taehyung even if your break technically isn't over yet, picking up the clipboard wordlessly before following

it just goes like this

you narrating things to hoseok, him asking you, and nO conversation at all

you really didn't expect anything else

BUT THE THING IS

you weren't trying either!!!

you don't try to point out his new shoes or compliment his new stethoscope

what you didn't know is that hoseok's been sneaking glances at you the wHOLE entire time

he doesn't know what possessed him but seeing you sO close to taehyung when there's a whole other chair you could sit on!!!! wow!!!! he didn't know his blood pressure was capable of doing that

the last round's long been done but hoseok just can't stop looking at your clipboard, can he?

does he uh want you to give it back to him

you're looking quite intimidated

you can't stand it anymore so you just slightly bend your head over and look rIGHT up dr. jung, clearly taken in surprise when you did that

"your finger. it's bleeding."

it is??

oh right it is

you must've gotten it when you were flipping through pages in a hurry because of him, giving you questions you weren't entirely sure of

"oh!"

you forget that dr. jung is still there as you walk on autopilot to go to reception, knowing that tae has a whole canister of cute band-aids when-

"no. i'll take care of it."

dr. jung's wordlessly tugging at your forearm, not letting go even to the way towards one of the many empty beds, drawing the curtains closed

he makes you sit wordlessly, and the lacking buzz of a busy emergency room makes it even more intimate to say the least in such uh,, a confined space

you make hoseok confused

one moment he doesn't want to see you, but one moment he's ripping off horse band-aids to wrap around your finger

you're confusing him even if you hAVEN'T done anything confusing to him at all!!

"if something happens to you, you come to me — not to the receptionist you like chatting with on your lunch breaks."

huh

interesting

you resist the urge to smile, having to bite your tongue just so that you'd prevent yourself from getting into conclusions

"it's a paper cut, doc."

"a paper cut that could be infected."

uh no not entirely

this was supposed to be a nice wholesome moment!!! not tHIS!!

"it closes after like one lick and-"

right you shouldn't have said that

one look is all it takes to shut you up <3

the two of you are still in silence, internally scoffing when dr. jung busts out a glove for a goddamn paper cut to humor you

"you didn't give me my coffee today."

is that what this is about??

he says gloomily, looking genuinely upset that it makes you falter

"s-sorry. the café was closed."

"no it wasn't. it's open. i checked."

of course he did!!! he may have went downstairs to peek if you were just held up in line so that's why his customary coffee was taking long,, but you weren't even there in the first place

you're speechless honestly

for perhaps the first non-professional time that dr. jung talks to you, it straight-up has to be alluding your crush to him

hoseok takes your silence to heart though

"why aren't you talking now?"

rEALLY???

"because you hate me!!"

he thinks of what could be a reason to hate you for, something clicking in his head when he realizes what you've been holding on for the longest time

"i don't hate you for what you did half a year ago," he says casually, shaking his head over an honest mistake that you made, "i hate you because you never followed through with it."

"what's that supposed to mean??"

"sure — you get me coffee! but then what? did you ever ask me out?? did you ever call me baby again-"

now HE'S being ridiculous >:(

"i called you cutie-"

"IT'S THE SAME THING!!!"

okay

fine then

dr. jung's endearing, even more-so when you don't get to admire him from afar

you wordlessly stand from your seat on the bed, nudging the curtains to the side before exiting

o-oh my god

was that a low blow???

IS HE THE ASSHOLE HERE

yes most likely

dr. jung continues to surprise you when he sprints after you, hand on your forearm as he looks at you worriedly

"h-hey are you mad at me?"

????

cute

"huh? no, i was just gonna go and gloat to namjoon about this."

oh right makes sense

hoseok looks relieved, mouth parting to sheepishly smile and lets go of your arm

you leave this time, a smile you've been trying to suppress finally breaking out

"y/l/n!"

there's more than a few glances when he hollers your surname, an anticipating smile on his face

"coffee?"

[sebs-studies]

18.11.22

A realistic day for me, a first year uni student in the UK.

Woke up at 1 pm. Yep productive start to the day, but I'm glad I did because that was the most sleep I have had in weeks and I needed it (for reference I went to bed at 8am yay insomnia).

Seminar 2 pm - 3 pm. Thursday's are a really light day for me this is my only contact hour. Right now we are working on a group project and I have to say I'm not a fan.

Then I went into the city for some coffee and some small necessities. Got home for 4:30 pm.

Realised I hadn't eaten anything since yesterday morning so I was promptly cooked toad in the hole because it's all I had left in my freezer and it was easy to do.

Now so far I'm feeling pretty shit because the day is almost over (it's already dark out due to daylight savings). So I want to do something. But my desk and general living space is a mess. I haven't cleaned in at least a month and even then it wasn't really cleaning. I have a pile of laundry as tall as me. So I stick on a podcast and try to tackle what can only be called a depression room.

So I started cleaning at 5 pm. I finish cleaning now, as I write this post, at 1 am. But I did three loads of laundry (washed, dried and put away). Bleached and scrubbed my entire bathroom. Reorganised most of my room with a few things left to do. Tackled my desk which didn't even look like a desk.

So other than the seminar I got no studying done and I'm still two weeks behind on reading but I am so damn proud of myself for taking care of myself. I actually made celebratory pancakes at midnight which then motivated me to do my dishes (and stop taking up counter space sorry flatmates).

Now at some point I do want to talk about why uni is hard for me. Not because I think anyone cares but I really enjoy looking back on these posts for future me. And I want future me to see that even when it builds up you can still tackle it. And you always come first.

Sorry for the wordy post I doubt anyone is reading this but again I do this mostly for my sake. So yeah. Here's an accurate day for me. I'm either taking care of myself, only studying or doing nothing. And I'll take this over nothing ┌⁠|⁠o⁠^⁠▽⁠^⁠o⁠|⁠┘

The pictures are now my (mostly) cleaned room I did hide a couple things. Going to continue trying to read ASOIAF and see if I sleep tonight. Good luck y'all!

[sunshinejins]

Hmm. If you're still doing the writing thing, how about Dreamnap with either Cooking for the other or Clothes Sharing(the trope where they wear each other's clothes)

(Why can I not remember any trope names? My brain is acting like a leaky sieve. :P @ my brain)

-^_^ Anon

me: i want tropes! also me: forgetting all tropes ever so don't even worry, anon! i hope i did this justice? i'm imagining them being college age because i'm currently in uni and eternally tired hehe <3

It’s ass o’clock in the morning, Sapnap’s pretty much convinced that the only way to properly wake him at at this point is to stick him with an IV full of espresso and Mango Loco Monster, and Dream’s got the audacity to look at him like he’s hung the sun and the stars.

“Well good morning, beautiful,” he teases, leaning over to ruffle the waves of Sapnap’s hair, eyes bright and sparkling against the pale dawn that’s rising over the football field. Sapnap bats his hand away, only to lean forward and let his chin fall into the crease between Dream’s throat and shoulder. He feels the press of Dream’s lips at his temple and he leans up for a slow kiss before letting his head fall back down.

“You kept me up too late last night,” he mumbles into his boyfriend’s neck. Dream smells like a mix of Sapnap’s shampoo, all musky mahogany and mint, and his own laundry detergent, soft and lemony. Dream rubs his hand up and down Sapnap’s back slowly, pressing unsaid words of love into the skin.

“You’re the one who just needed to finish that season of Parks and Rec,” Dream chuckles from where his mouth is pressed to Sapnap’s hair. He hums, digging chilled fingertips into the fabric of Dream’s practice jersey.

“Semantics,” Sapnap says, eyes falling shut. They stand there a moment, swaying in early morning breeze and seeping comfort from each other’s bones. Eventually, Dream pulls back, pressing the softest of kisses to Sapnap’s head.

“Come on. Coach will be wondering where we are.” Sapnap groans, eternally annoyed and still aching for a mix of more sleep and energy drinks, but he untangles his limbs from around Dream’s and follows him across the field and into the gym where the rest of their team has gathered.

Sapnap’s still fighting off the worst of his yawns as he settles into a spot on the floor next to Punz. Dream stands beside Coach Bad, hair ruffled in peaks of sandy blonde and eyes twinkling as he regards his team. It’s not that Sapnap forgets that Dream’s the captain, but times like this where he seems to wear the authority with grace on the sharp edges of his shoulders seem especially relevant.

Bad’s saying something, Sapnap’s not paying an overt amount of attention if he’s being honest. He’s lost in staring at Dream, at his easy smile, at the pull of his sweats against his thighs, at his-

Fuck.

At his practice jersey that’s very clearly stamped with Sapnap’s name and Sapnap’s number that Bad’s already looking at with a raised eyebrow.

“I wasn’t aware that we had two Sapnap’s on our team now,” Bad says with a smile as the team chuckles and whistles. Dream has the audacity to blush dark peony pink, smile sheepish as he turns the hem over in his fingertips.

“Coach, it’s not my fault that Sap’s shirt is just so much softer than mine,” Dream says, sheepish and cocky all at once. Bad rolls his eyes good-naturedly.

“Alright, well don’t come crying to me when someone calls out a pass for Sapnap and you both turn around.”