#like its genuinely soup under there idk what to tell you

[slutforwings]

thought i figured out my oven because i succesfully made a pasta oven dish where i had to 1) precook the pasta 2) precook the potatoes 3) basically only needed to crust it up

today's attempt at making a chicken pot pie turned into. um. soup? and also potentially hopital

[writingriver001]

Obey me character hc 💙

🤍 Brothers and side characters 🤍

General hc of mine, a mixture of things I thought of, things my friends have thought of, and things I've seen online. Just move on if you don't agree, there is no reason to hate. ((Possible ooc? I haven't gotten too far in the game))

Requests are open 🩷

Lucifer ❤

- He and Satan have the exact same birthmark on the back of their neck.

- The first to tell Satan a few stories about Lilith

- Has scared Mammon a lot because he has a tendency to stand in a room and zone out while thinking, but the room is pitch black and he is silent.

- He went with Levi to his first cosplay con because Levi was too scared to go alone

- Likes cooking, a lot. Makes brilliant soups.

- His desk has many scratch marks from digging his nails into it when stressed.

- He has a matching ring with Mammon and a matching anklet with Asmo (He begged, Lucifer pretended to be annoyed but actually thinks it's really sweet.)

- He is attracted to all genders but has a preference for men.

- Has a lingering smell of coffee and ink, it's oddly comforting

- He always has a bowl of mints on his desk that he eats when he is sitting there

- Enjoys wearing Victorian style clothing

- Asexual and Non-binary I will die on this hill

Mammon 💛 (On mobile and I can't do yellow, sorry guys <3)

- Very cuddly. Like, extremely.

- He randomly leaves notes in his brothers' rooms, reminding them to eat, or drink water. Most of the time he shoves the note under the door, knocks and runs away. He tries to disguise his handwriting but everyone knows it's him (They pretend not to know.)

- Demi aroace.

- ADHD

- Has a minor fear of the dark

- Matching keychains with everyone (Including Diavolo, and surprisingly Barbatos. His favourite is matching with Luke.)

- Has awful eyesight and has to use contacts

- Adores wearing heels (Icon)

Leviathan 💙

- He wants to spend more time with his brothers but doesn't know how to ask so he paints Asmo's nails whenever he can, and often has random colours of nail polish under his fingernails or on his fingertips

- Really enjoys love songs

- Will randomly "boop" his younger brothers noses.

- Smells like the ocean/perfume (Asmo buys him different perfumes he thinks would suit him.)

- He doesn't really care what pronouns are used for him

- Non-binary

- Snake bites (piercing)

- ADHD + Autism

- Has a split tongue

- Has a small collection of feminine clothes in a drawer. Anxious about wearing them, but his brothers hype him up enough to get him to wear them around the house

- Hates showing his legs unless he is wearing shorts

- Has fangs

- He has pointy ears that are purple at the top

- HATES wearing matching socks for no reason

- Literally allergic to grass.

- Loves centipedes so much (They were a special interest of his for a while.)

- Tan skin, scale skin pattern across his body, it even goes up the side of his neck and ends on his right cheek, next to his nose

Satan 💚

- He has a cat plushie that sits on his lap when he reads

- When somebody he knows is wearing glasses while he is walking past, he will just grab them and run. They usually have to tackle him to get them back

- Smells like lavender and occasionally old books

- Trans guy (proof? The thing in my wardrobe said so)

- ADHD

- Part of his phone case matches with Asmo's

- Has a bar piercing in his ear, idk what its called

- Part of his hair is naturally black. He always dyes it but as his relationship with Lucifer improves, he lets is grow out and doesn't dye it

- Wears hairclips

Asmodeus 🩷

- Once convinced Lucifer to let him do his makeup. Lucifer let him do his eyeliner a couple of times after that.

- He genuinely loves onesies, specifically ones that have a hood

- Genderfluid, Can and will shapeshift to change his body depending on how he feels that day. Literally doesn't care about pronouns, say whatever

- Autism, Goes nonverbal when really upset

- Helps Levi with cosplays

- Used to beg Satan to read him bedtime stories occasionally to help him feel like he was part of the family like he was asmos older brother. It's become a routine for them at least once a week

- When he goes nonverbal he will go to Satan or Lucifer for comfort, and will cling onto them

- His special interest is snowglobes.

Beelzebub 🧡

- Loves cooking, but often eats it before he can show people what he made

- If he loves somebody he will randomly bite their hand/arm.

- He has matching T-shirts with Belphie and Asmo. Once a month they have a sleepover (Asmo will do their nails, they will watch films and eat snacks.)

- Chews his shirt sleeves when working

- Has an undercut

- Dark tan skin, freckles

Belphegor 💜

- He only wears socks with patterns

- He hates bugs. Absolutely hates them.

- He likes drawing patterns on his arm, or little farm animals.

- Loves strawberry milk for no reason.

- He hates the fact that pigeons can sit down.

- He has a bad habit of falling down the stairs, and he will just lie there for 10-15 minutes before getting up.

- Snake bites piercing

- Loves audio books (managed to get Satan to record one for him, and he listens to it often.)

- Autism

- Smells like fabric softener, general floral scent but a very specific brand

- Demiromantic

- They/He pronouns, but doesn't correct people or really tell them

- He won't admit it but human men were his bisexual awakening

- Dark skin, braids (What braids? No clue, my friends hc not mine personally.)

Diavolo ❤

- Has matching bracelets with mc

- He has this one mug that he will always use for tea/coffee/hot drinks and it's bright yellow. He loves it.

- Pointy ears + ear piercings

Barbatos 💚 (Another character I know little about)

- He has fangs

- He wears glasses to read

- He really struggles to show affection with words, he is better with actions

- Split tongue

Simeon 💙

- I actually have none for him... I don't really know anything about him actually 😭

Solomon 🩷

- He can only make sausage rolls. It's the only thing he can make, but nobody trusts his cooking

- Asmo is jealous, Solomon has really long eyelashes

- Likes to crochet

Luke 💜💜

- He teaches Solomon how to cook (Tries)

- He has accidentally called Simeon AND Lucifer dad before but denies it (They have no proof)

- Levi is his favourite brother, and he really looks up to him. He tried to bake Ruri-chan gingerbread people, but when it came to the decoration it didn't go the way he wanted it too so he got really upset. Levi absolutely loved them, thanked Luke and ate them all happily regardless. (I say all... I think we all know Beel got to a few)

[sgtmickeyslaughter]

Weekly Tag Wednesday !! Woohoo!

thank you for tagging me @jrooc, @mybrainismelted, @iansw0rld, and @lingy910y

Name: Gigi

Age: 24

Location: brooklyn baby!

And now, think about your childhood and tell me:

I'm thinking about 10 and under vibes, right?

Did you have a nickname and is it still used? Gigi! all you nice people and some of my friends call me that when they're being cute

What did you want to be when you'd grow up? I wanted to be an artist when i was really young, then i wanted to be a writer a lot of elementary/middle school, then i kept my options open through highshcool and last minute decided to go to architecture school and it was a very very good gut decision and in a way im an artist, fanfic writer, and soon to be licensed architect, best of all worlds!

Your favourite cartoon: when i was a kid me and my brother would wake up early to watch pokemon, I also liked the pbs show Sagwa, curious George (hey frank!) and clifford

Your favourite TV show: zoboomafoo !!!! fucking loved that guy!

Your favourite book: I had this book when i was a kid called Millions of Cats which was kind of a fucked up story and I would be very interested to see someone analyze what that book says about love. I also really liked Too Big bc look how cute the coloring is !

I also adored Ferdinand, I always thought that if i were to get a tattoo i would want to get Ferdinand sitting in his flowers

Your favourite toy: I just loved stuffed animals, I had so many

Your favourite thing to eat: Just like, soups in general. but my favorite was saimin which weirdly I cant STAND now. its like ramen but instead of ramen noodles its thick, gnarly egg noodles and take half the flavor out and just add salt, genuinely think it would give me heart attack now

Your favourite school subject: I really liked all subjects except I hated biology and I hated spanish, not bc the language is bad but bc my teacher was a white lady from colorado who im not really sure actually spoke spanish. I really loved physics and english and history and art

How did you spend your summers? I lived in a very safe place so free roam go to the or the beach near us, if you didnt like the kids in your neighborhood you were fucked cause those were our built in play mates and on the hottest days i would find the coldest part of my house and just lay on the tile reading all day

Did you listen to music? If yes, did you have a favourite band/artist?

my mom had the elite early 2000s music taste; amy winehouse, tracy chapman, dolly parton, green day, the chicks, tina turner, smashing pumpkins, spice girls, alanis morissette, jack johnson, Lauren hill, so good, I still listen to them all today

And lastly, tell me something you did as a kid that your parents still don't know about:

I used to cut pieces of my hair periodically with the kitchen scissors but it wasnt like super noticeable so my mom was just like i really cant figure out why your hair grows like this

I also took the bus by myself a couple times when i was wayy to young to but it was a really simple bus system so i just got on and went to town and took it back, idk seems like it worked out okay!

what about you? @juliakayyy @krysmiss @darlingian @gallavichroom @vintagelacerosette

[iiryebreadii]

Thanks for voting!!

Here's what each of the options are referring to:

Delivered soup to a man in order to pay off a debt - Skyward Sword; after breaking a restaurant's massive chandelier to get a heart piece, Link has to do a series of tasks to pay off the debt, one of which being express-shipping a bottle of hot pumpkin soup to one of his old teachers

Led a guy on in order to steal his shoes, twice - Breath of the Wild; to get the sand boots and the snow boots, Link scams a guy named Bozai out of his boots on two separate occasions. Bozai is under the impression that Link, wearing the Gerudo Vai set, is into him and that love is in the air. Meanwhile, Link is after those boots.

Played hide and seek with a group of cats - Twilight Princess; there's a mini game in a ghost town that involves finding every cat hiding in the area.

Ate a rock just because it was offered to him - Breath of the Wild/Age of Calamity; in the BotW DLC, an entry from Daruk's journal tells a story of Daruk offering Link a rock roast (which is a bigass rock) and Link eating it. Daruk says he "liked it so much he was speechless". This could be Daruk misinterpreting Link's reaction, OR it could be that Link genuinely enjoyed eating that rock. I don't actually know for certain. In any case, my man really just ate literal rocks. He also eats rocks on screen in a cutscene in AoC, but it's been a while since I played that and don't remember WHY he ate them in that scene.

Raced a yeti while snowboarding - Twilight Princess; this is an essential step in getting to the fifth dungeon, which is the yeti's house. Yeto the yeti is actually a really nice guy, he makes soup for his wife (who happens to be the dungeon boss).

Drank what basically amounted to sunscreen - Breath of the Wild; if you talk to the gerudo woman that's hanging out in Goron city, she describes using the fireproof potion as something you slather onto your skin. Using it in game has link chugging that shit like its water. It still works but like. Link. Why did you do that.

Walked around with a wizard on his head - Minish Cap; Link's hat in this game is quite literally an old wizard that got turned into a hat. His name is Enzo.

Became a furry, twice - Twilight Princess and A Link to the Past; ok I may have played a little fast and loose with the term furry here BUT both TP and ALttP involved transforming into an animal. You could even argue that this happens three times, given that the final reward for finishing all the shrines in TotK is an armor set that turns you into a vaguely-canine-looking guy. idk i thought 'became a furry' was funnier than 'turned into an animal'

Fetched bathwater for a dragon - Skyward Sword; the dragon needs some special water to soak in to heal her injuries, and won't help Link with his task until he brings her some.

Got so brain damaged he forgot how to use a sword - Phantom Hourglass; ok this one is also playing a little fast and loose with things BUT listen. listen to me. listen. this game canonically takes place after Wind Waker, but Link has to relearn how to use a sword after washing ashore Mercay Island. he has already killed Ganondorf at this point. but he needs a lesson on how to use his sword again. I see no other viable explanation.

Met a guy, died, reincarnated, and met the same guy again - Wind Waker and Spirit Tracks; Link meets the character Niko in WW when he is young, and again in ST when Niko is an old man! Niko even remarks to Link in ST that he looks like an old friend of his.

and the FAKE fact is...!

Let a guy get turned into solid gold for being greedy - He actually did the opposite! In Twilight Princess, Link meets a man named Jovani that was cursed into being a golden statue. After collecting all the Poe souls scattered around hyrule, Link uses them to turn Jovian human again. I don't know of any time Link lets a guy get turned to gold on purpose lol.

(note: these are all based on the games ive played personally; there are probably way weirder things to be shared that I don't know about/dont remember from other games lol)

[solomonish]

Dork Solomon Agenda

You say sexy shady sorcerer I say nerd and love of my life

Solomon is a sad lonely little man why just wants a genuine connection us that so much to ask???

No but seriously like. It's totally fine if you hc Solomon as this man-turned-lowkey-sex-god with a million succubi and more at his whim whenever he wants and would be a tough one to put the ol' ball and chain on like to each their own for sure! But that's not MY hc

(Thats not to say my hc means he doesn't ever engage in casual sex like that and wanting a genuine long term relationship at some point [or finding out thats what you want when you meet someone] are not mutually exclusive yknow)

So like Solomon isn't the type to be short with you or keep you at an arm's length (i mean...u get what I mean. Once you're close enough and all that jazz) or get annoyed by you wanting to be affectionate?? Hello??

He LOVES the little things you do (some on accident tbh). You feeling affectionate today and give him a kiss or three on his face before you leave to go to your separate classes? Adorable, he's fallen in love again. You do that thing where you like.. forget how to walk straight and just accidentally bump into him? No come back he likes being close to you :( He doesn't SAY these things but there's a light, airy laugh he has that gives him away.

If you're ever facetiming he will say "boo!" when you connect instead of just. Greeting you like a normal person.

His fuckin. His devilgram name is monSOLO. My mans is a star wars fan!!! I dont know any of The Discourse bc I'm not super into star wars myself but he has IN DEPTH opinions about the movies. Seriously rivals Levi in this aspect. Please make time for movie nights where you watch the movies together 🥺 especially if you haven't seen them before he'd love to convert you 🥺

Didn't Solomon also have a thing for TSL??? Or am I just imagining it??

I feel like his ideal date would be exploring something new, whether its this new spooky forest or "hey have we been down this alley before? Let's check it out!" but ideal date number TWO is movie night. Even if it isn't Star Wars. He likes to sit on opposite ends of the couch throwing popcorn into each other's mouths (and big candies like peanut m&ms where you both have almost choked before) and maybe a footsie war if he's feeling real devious. Then at some point you grab a blanket and snuggle up to him and you both fall asleep on the couch

Simeon yells at him when you leave because there's popcorn EVERYWHERE

LOVES when you laugh super loud. Idk man he just thinks its great when you have such unbridled joy and then he laughs too 😊 not as loud though he's more of a quiet chuckle kind of guy (most of the time).

Is friends with Asmo so is extremely great at slumber party gossip. Catch him in his pajamas, cross-legged on the floor while clutching a pillow to his chest and listening intently to you rant about the brothers.

"Come here I have a secret to tell you" (blows air in your ear) "okay okay I'm sorry but come here again" (blows air on your neck) "okay okay last time! I actually have something to tell you. Please? Its important...." (kisses ur cheek) "like u a lil bit xo"

Never the type to send "good morning beautiful" or "good night 💞" texts. Instead he'll send you something at 4 am like "the infinite cosmos will eventually swallow whole all familiarity and life as it is now presently known and despite the adaptations humans or demons or angels could make i will still have to adapt and face the world as an alien in the realm I love so dearly. Funny how the strongest of beings bow to the whim of space and time. But sometimes my eternal journey doesn't seem so daunting when I realize that with my everlasting life will be the memory of you no matter how distant and the survival of the vessel you loved...."

And then at lunch that day when the brothers pull you away he'll send you a picture of the lasagna they're serving with "this kinda looks like you? Don't worry I'd still hit it" and then two minutes later "you not the pasta"

Is the type to think randomly "oh damn I love you so much" but has an impressive filter about it. Or he thinks he does until Luke grumbles "ugh get a room thats the fifth time you've seen that since monday" ok, sometimes he has a good filter about it

He can't help it! Sometimes you just say something really smart (or something SPECTACULARLY dumb) or you do something cute like lean on him or smile a specific way or-

Sir.....you're head over heels sir :/

The type who would go to a playground at night with you and just swing on the swings talking about life

Wants to have a secret handshake with you!!

If you're ever on a road trip with just the two of you, you can get him to join in on the terrible singing but he'll be a lot quieter than you

Also will only join in if he isn't driving. If he is and you aren't talking, he's just humming underneath his breath. Will drum on the steering wheel though

Cooking

(Yes, it gets its own section because MAYBE I'm obsessed with the idea of MC teaching Solomon to cook and the food still turning out terrible but at least it isn't a void when MC is helping)

The type to flick water at you every time he washes his hands. Will chase you down just to do it.

"Hey, tilt your head back and open your mouth MC" (proceeds to dump too big a handful of shredded cheese in your mouth)

100% the type to lean over you just to hinder your cooking abilities. Who cares if the sauce splashes he's tiiiired.... you'd let belphie do it :(

Puts a hand on your lower back when he passes behind you. Hopes you'll lean into it/step back and offer him a kiss 🥺

Believes in always having a proper table setting. Prepare for whatever juice they have (or water) in wine glasses if you're having a nice-er meal

Under the assumption that a spell ruined his sense of taste (and not that he's just bad at cooking) he hates spicy food. He can feel the burn but he gets none of the flavor??? Wack. Don't hurt him like that MC. If you do because its hilarious to watch him try to be cool about it he will pout

Gets cheesy aprons. He just likes them.

Will hit you on the top of your head with a whisk to hear the noise it makes

Will buy every kitchen hack tool there is. A ketchup dispenser that looks like a gun? He's got it. A fish that helps you squeeze out the egg yolks? Yes! A dinosaur soup ladle? You bet! Pizza scissors? A tool that makes hard boiled eggs into cubes? Something that's gotta be like 200 years old and no discernable purpose? Absolutely! He wants a hot dog toaster. Do they even have hot dogs in the devildom?

Will sneak bites just because it bothers you

Overall

Look at him. He hasn't had friends in centuries. He's playful!

Look at his DEVILGRAM NAME

His funky little WAND

This is a man who is a huge nerd, thrives off of cliches and just wants to have a good time. So let him! Its mentally exhausting having those pretenses up all the time.

[just-pineapple-responses]

Just curious, how many shower thought (response) blogs are there? I just dived into this side of tumblr (not gonna make any posts its fun to read though) and I'm already losing my mind

Well there is

The. Literal. Sun.

Plasma...

S p a c e

ALL HAIL THE LIGHT

The void. It shall consume ALL.

A typewriter incase anyone wants to write their will before they die

Also some ink, not related to the typewriter

Also some words, I wonder who'll use them

A hat with no maker and a maker with no hat

The pen is mightier than the sword. It just so happens that this one is evil. Luckily I can summon multiple

Anyone order some coffee?

Ooo, an author

The literal embodiment if of fanart

A fork, nom noms

B҉ r҉ o҉ k҉ e҉ n҉ 

Soap

Soap(for hair)

Toothpaste

🄵🄰🅄🄲🄴🅃

Towel

Bath mat

Washcloth

Bathtub

Bathwater

𝔹𝕒𝕥𝕙𝕓𝕠𝕞𝕓

Bubblebath!

One (1) bath boi

Some M͓̽o͓̽l͓̽d͓̽ (anybody got some strong disinfectant?)

Nvm, the mold has already caused a plague (gettit?) (although user misspelled it)

Nevermind, there's already a parasite here

Mirror

Door!!!

Some curtains

A denim jacket

Blackout

Rainbow

✨ Magic ✨

*Tree poses to assert dominance*

Coconut

(obviously me)

I think popeye dropped a tin of spinch and it became sentient?

Tost

Hummus. dip tost?

Criss Cross applesauce

Wibbly wobbly Wibbly wobbly jellyo

Mmmm océan s o u p

Some poison, a great addition for my soup

Smol bean

Potat

Shower magpie who I haven't seen in a while

Bird (brain)

Frog(×2:Electric Boogaloo)

An axolotl!

Ferret

*looks at smudged writing on hand. Squints. * a raccoon

Stinky bastard man (I just had to put the two next to each other)

Rat.

Becometh crab 🦀 (x2: Electric Boogaloo)

Nya~

Edgy Nya~

Tripod of dog

Brain

Nina i found one of your neurons (if you understand this reference, good job you)

A rotted brain, keep it away before it infects us all, I only have 2 braincells left

Did... Did someone drop their spinal cord?

The almighty binch

The titanic

Narrator

Water based introspection

Existential crisis

Dumbass

Also a pacifier (get it because they're also called dummies and their name is dummy)

A foolish thought to say a sorry sight join the shower community (as you can tell we did Shakespeare in English so many times i pretty much can recite everything lady macbeth said)

ADHD

Ominous

Anonymous

Anxious 🥺👉👈

Some edgy bastard

A person of culture I see (although obsessed with tweed for some reason)

1 Dapper boi

Sarcastic

nice

All smiles and sunshine

HAPPY! (why isn't there yellow 😔)

Affection (Derogatory) (I'm sorry I just felt like it)

~Petty~

Idiot

Disaster

Chaos and Order

Comebacks

'vanishing'

Defences

Threatened

Op is on drugs

All the F s

And F-general

Get out of the shower

Shower responses

Dry

The horny and the simp

Shower sins

Thower shoughts

I take quick showers

Shower thots

Last responder *countdown music*

You have shower thoughts?

Your shower thoughts are stupid

Wtf shower thoughts

Another shower responder

MORE

Just shower responses... responses

Response shower

NO SHOWER! only thought (×3)

Mmm, showery

Penny for your thoughts?

Hello darkness my old friend...

Llawyer

Beepbeep

Prussia

Haywire!!!

furry OwO

A Pigeon got in through the door, who left it open?

I'm feeling devious

You're looking glamorous, let's get mischievous, and polyamorous

Gay is stored in the ass

Gay

Trans

*opens door and walks through with you exaggeratedly* Fellas we got the whole LGBTQIA+ community right here

Enby

Hahaha gender go brrr

Lesbian

Lesbian-thot

Lust

Someone who thinks it funny to clown around

Joker (derogatory)

Haha straight

Dead inside

Some supervillain idk

News. Literally a shower news style responses

r

I cannot believe that I forgot Her Greatest Majesty, the Queen. All Hail Royal

Isaac newton?

M megamind?

Fiftieth

Crackhead

Some Phoenix Wright kinnie

What is a Dean Winchester and why does he have a tentacle fetish?

Well well well, if it ain't a homestuckian

Did someone kill/rob The Doctor or something, their TARDIS was left behind and its blocking my pretzels that I left in the shower

Mined crafts uwu

Well well well, if it ain't- *accidentally makes eye contact and is then killed by some unknown shadowy creature holding what seems to be some sort of cube of dirt*

GOTTA GO FAST

Mishamishamishamishamishamishamisha

Gen Z and ready to throw hands with OP

Not puki

Nom noms

Dip dap

Kensa

B͓̽u͓̽n͓̽g͓̽e͓̽r͓̽ ..........

Someone broke their space bar or something

It's time to d-d-d-d-d-dshower

The magical deity of sleepovers

DON'T FALL ASLEEP. NO MATTER WHAT THEY TELL YOU-

The muffin man genuinely left drury Lane for this

Txmblr

Moonlit nights on a winters day, stars glimmering gently

A child?

🟥

The fae. Just all of them. Every single one.

Crocus? (What on earth does that mean)

*sings* baba blacksheep have you any wool? Because if not you will be killed (this fits the tune perfectly. If not I have failed in everything)

The theatre itself is here... Somehow

Ahoy-hoy

boo

REEEE- *epic geometry dash gameplay to DanTDM's old intro music*

Yardale, not to be mistaken for riverdale and differs to lawn ale or front porch ale or even meter ale

I'll finish this list later

It's gonna be a long one folks

I'm including a ones that haven't spoken since ages ago because

Boy howdy there's new ones tell me who I'm missing now

Please stop thank you very much this is too many i keep having to add to this any new responder must kill a responder to continue the purge shall claim y'all as I will win i recently started watching Danganronpa

Seriously though everyone after mirror must have a battle royale it's too much i doubt all of you will even last longer than today also happy birthday me -dated:28th- do you even realise what sort of commitment you've made to sell pieces of your soul for entertainment and ability to make such epic retorts each and every post?! I sacrifice many souls DAILY to be throwing such bangers into this stuff y'know?

We have a tap guys we can finally wash our hands of all the blood of our enemies

Seriously though who left the door open I don't want a Pigeon pecking at me (the mishapocalypse got them lol)

So many responders so little time before the end of the world

If I'm missing someone please tell me very thank

There are not enough colours for me to assign a different one to each person 😔 also, wtf is on there twice on purpose

WorldHealthOrganisation IS MISSING (note: you may have a joke in place of name or under a category of names)

So there's lore without me?

ALL HAIL THE LIGHT *moth noises*

Okay now there's alternate timeline versions of responders for the benefit of myself they ain't going on the list bud

There is an incorrect role play blog quotes blog and I am crying. Not of laughter. Just wiuwhdhsjhshjxjabjsjdhdjsj

If any new people join I will go back to causing shower wars for the sake of killing you all I'm done I have snapped my laptop is updating 3 times in a row

I will commit crimes.

Does being a shower responder or role-playing seem encouraging to people to join this "community"? Because I'm pretty sure it's the latter

[deepspace-nasty]

reblogging again because i ended up writing my thoughts for you. might've gone crazy but. (throws this and scuttles into the dark) under a read more because its. A Lot

But like a frozen lake in January, Jayce had been scared shitless to even come near, much less throw himself at you. -- love Love LOVE !! when characters are so scared to fall in love. especially with jayce, hes made to be such a prominent figure that he doesnt know what to do with himself - and with the prospects of having to deal with his lower half later on down the line if he does fall for you making it much worse, it makes a delicious concoction of "oh god oh no" and "i want you, i need you" that i find so delightful

With you, he wanted to be stupid. He wanted to he stupid as you touched the shin of your leg to his under the coffee shop table, he wanted to be stupid when you’d gently run your fingertips up the inside of his forearm during some terrible action movie at the local theater. -- i think i need him to be stupid for me too WOAH WHO SAID THAT. crazy draft in here guys

That night, Jayce had clutched his pillow and sobbed and wondered how he could have gotten so lucky. -- JAYCE =[[[ i frowned so hard irl, i need him to know i want to kiss him so sweetly. i love him so much

Luckily, Jayce didn’t have to fake an indigestion — the mere thought of going, with you, wearing nothing but his swimming trunks had been enough to make him throw up the day before (...) -- ☹️☹️☹️☹️ he deserves the world and the best and sloppiest head i can give him

But now you call him puppy when he presses his face into your hands, you call him princess when he’s shy, you call him sweetheart when you want to kiss him, you call him darling when he wakes up, you call him sweet thing when something’s not quite right. -- oouuuugghhhh pet names !!!! pet names that you use enough that he recognizes the tone and context of them without anything else ???!!!! sign me tf up !!!!!

“I want you,” he blurts(...) -- this mightve made me giggle because it reminds me of the cars meme that says this (link)

(...) it’s a word he’s sorely reminded of every time he encounters the prefix micro, and, unfortunately for him, he loves his microwaved ramen soup, and he went into fucking science, so he’s already making his life harder than he should. -- JAYCE. hes so. dare i say it. pathetic. and i love him and thats so endearing. jayce my love. i know i should feel bad but. gods. i cant help but giggle at this

(...) “and how much it means to me that you trusted me enough to tell me." / And he’d never thought of it like that. -- RRRDJAHSJSKAK sorry just. oh my gosh. his feelings of self sabotage and hatred just. destroy that oart of his thinking. head in hands. oouuuugghhhh im sick.

“Jayce, I’d still love you (...) don’t you realize how wonderful you are?” -- i think this section really. hits. its so well written dicax. this is amazing. i think i need this injected into my blood stream and im not joking.

You’ve never been this close. It’s never felt so good. -- genuinely i think this section, from when he says i love you, to. idk the whole fic LMAO make me so light headed w happiness and joy ! it just feels so airy and bright? somehow ? and i absolutely adore it

“I, um… sure I won’t crush you? You sure this— is how you want me?” / “Yes,” you answer, and your lack of hesitation is assuring. -- yeah i think even if he were to crush me id be going out a happy man- WOW THE DRAFT ON THIS WEBSITE.

When his crotch settles against your lower tummy, Jayce instinctively tucks a hand between your bodies, over himself. -- no notes i just want to see it written again. fave paragraph i think.

“Can I kiss you, puppy?” (...) “Yes,” he gasps, with an unfamiliar, heady drunkenness. -: another one that i just wanted to see again. puppy boy jayce is best jayce

Everything’s on fire where you touch it, everything itches for more, and your hands soothe and make it so much worse all at once. Jayce wishes he could shed his skin just so you could touch deeper. Feel more. There’s nothing but tingling, maddening warmth all over. -- read this. read it again. i want you to internalize this. uuuughhhfjakxkda (melts)

“Closer,” he gasps, like that’s anywhere within the realm of possibility. You grab his meaty hips like a cat pouncing on prey, nearly sinking your claws into them, and his pelvis clashes with yours like two flintstones creating a spark. -- GIGGLES LIKE A CARTOON EVIL VILLAIN. YES. OOOHHH MY GOD YES.

(...) "wanna forget where I end and you begin.” -- this shit. is like. so hot. the melding of souls and bodies?? hottest shit in the world

To think you’d ever want to leave when you’re devouring him. Absurd. -- UESASSBJSNSNSBDNND DEVOUR THAT MAN !!!!!!!!! PUT HIM IN YOUR MOUTH AND CLAMP YOUR TEETH DOWN !!!!!!!!!!

(...) all he can do is let you lick the inside of his mouth while he moans like a girl. -- im normal about him (is so pale from blood rushing to my cock i look sick)

Jayce comes down from it shivering, like it wrecked him. He can’t gulp down enough air to sate his lungs, even though he’s gasping for lungfuls. He wonders what your voice’ll sound like when he can hear more than static fuzz. He wonders what your hands will feel like when his skin stops tingling. He wonders what his brain will think once it stops buzzing. / As it turns out, that first thought is shame, except now it crashes down on him tenfold. Without meaning to, he lifts his hips, covering the wet spot at the front of his jeans and wondering why, how. -- is it mean that i love him being embarrassed like this. obviously its not the point of the story, and there is an underlying current of anxiety and the like, but. H. Hes So. Gods.

“We can go together. Just— could you hold me? For just a bit longer?” / There’s another kiss pressed to the top of his head. “I could hold you forever.” -- ooohohdjksmsm the kiss !! the vulnerability !!! waartatsgdbskndns !!!!!!!!!!

dicax youve done it again. genuinely i think you are my favorite writers ever, not even considering the jayce fanfiction that i found you from hahha - you have a wonderful way with words, and your writing can evoke such strong imagery that it is palpable in ny mind's eye. you are such a large inspiration, and i am so happy whenever i see your writing pop up on my feed(s)

this was an amazing read, and very hot- jayce being vulnerable with the reader, trusting them, and taking steps to be more comfortable with himself, and them?! amazing, i love it so much.

small and micro dicks get a lot of flack (as you and others have mentioned) but as someone who stuggles with penetration (and doesn't really have the drive nor need to prep for my preferred penetration lol) i think they are wonderful ! def need more appreciation, not only in writing and fan content but irl as well. big dicks are good but small ones are where its at haha

anyway, dicax, i hope you are doing fantastic. you have made my night with this and i will probably be dreaming of it when i go to bed. jayce's beautiful blushing face and little dick <33

lover, be good to me

18+ MDNI Jayce Talis x GN Reader Word count: 5.1k Synopsis: Jayce unlearns shame. Tags/warnings: Jayce has a small dick, sub Jayce, premature ejaculation, dry humping, love and reassurance. Notes: Just like Jayce, I am also unlearning some shame in the process of posting this. Yes, you got it right -- this is a fully serious fic about him having a micropenis and navigating that. I'm aware small dicks are the butt end of many jokes on the internet, so I'm taking it in my hands not to just normalize it, but to romanticize small dick. I'm also aware that this isn't something most people enjoy fantasizing about, especially when it comes to characters they want to fuck, and that's so okay. If you decide to read on out of nothing but sheer curiosity, I still hope you enjoy Jayce's struggles (and wins!) regarding relationships, love and self-esteem. This might just turn into a miniseries. We shall see.

You’d barged into his life just in time to light up the end of January.

Jayce had clung to the seven hours of daylight which his workday took up in their entirety, he’d showed up for the gym even through the slew of people coming in to follow through on the new year’s resolution they’d end up dropping by the start of February, he’d gone to the same coffee shop he’d been going to since he’d moved to this part of town.

On all accounts, it shouldn’t have been an eventful year. It shouldn’t have been the year he’d finally have more than an uncomfortable smile and shake of his head to offer his mama when she’d pose the dreadful question over their weekly Sunday dinner, it shouldn’t have been the year he suddenly found himself waking up excited, it shouldn’t have been the year he threw caution in the wind.

But it is.

Falling for you in the winter had been easy. The first smile you’d offered him after you’d shaken his hand at Vi’s monthly drink-and-lose-your-money-at-poker-parties had made the mere idea of just seven hours of sunlight perfectly bearable. It’d made his lax, dry handshake go wet with exhilarated and unfortunate palm sweat, it’d made his heart leap like he’d actually drank the stupid vodka-redbull cocktail Vi had pushed onto him instead of dumping it into the bathroom sink.

It made losing all of ten bucks to you in the next round of poker worth it.

But like a frozen lake in January, Jayce had been scared shitless to even come near, much less throw himself at you.

He’d watched from a safe distance, laughed at your jokes, tossed some of his own back, marveled at your smile.

He’d never expected to be pulled in. 

You’d asked him out on a not-really-a-date-but-I’d-like-to-get-to-know-you-better outing after the second party of Vi’s you’d spent tiptoeing around each-other, which, by all accounts, was the most wonderful thing to ever happen to Jayce.

And by far the most downright terrifying.

Against better judgement, on that very same night, he’d finally texted you back to ask for the time and place of your not-date.

The fact that you’d replied instantly felt like lake ice cracking under his feet.

Jayce wasn’t unused to being wanted. There’d been enough people to consider him handsome enough to hit on at bars, or even try to not so subtly get into his pants at the academy. He’d gone on a date or two, through his college years.

But he’d never wanted someone quite this badly.

He’d had crushes he’d reasoned himself out of, of course he had; his heart was quick to go soft on anyone offering him any kind of genuine attention, but he’d been smart enough not to let it get too far.

With you, he wanted to be stupid. He wanted to he stupid as you touched the shin of your leg to his under the coffee shop table, he wanted to be stupid when you’d gently run your fingertips up the inside of his forearm during some terrible action movie at the local theater.

He’d wanted to he stupid when you’d asked him if he’d like this to be serious.

He’d wanted to be so, so very stupid when he’d leaned into your cupped palm and let you lay the gentlest kiss to his lips.

You’d asked him, in all your cluelessness, what he was shaking for. You’d kissed his forehead like you hadn’t figuratively plunged him into ice cold water with just the brush of your lips to his hairline, you’d held him, and cooed at him, whispered about how there was nothing to be scared of.

There was so much.

For every hug he spent uncomfortably tilting his hips back and wondering if you could feel anything (or a lack thereof), for every time he got the urge to throw up and run when your hand touched anywhere near his navel, for every time your thigh had drifted between his legs and he’d jumped like he’d been burnt, you’d been gentle, kind, understanding.

You’d cradled his face one mild, cloudy day in mid-April and told him you weren’t expecting anything. You’d kissed the bridge of his nose like a promise, and told him he should never feel like you’re trying to get anything from him — when and where anything sex-related was supposed to happen was entirely in his hands, you’d said.

And you’d promised you had plenty of patience to spare — especially for him. Especially for this.

That night, Jayce had clutched his pillow and sobbed and wondered how he could have gotten so lucky. 

And when that luck would inevitably run out.

You didn’t deserve to be strung along, especially not forever. He couldn’t give you anything.

And it felt wrong to keep you waiting, with the false promise that he would.

But he’d done it anyway. For once in his life, Jayce had been truly and utterly selfish, savoring every moment with you with the looming threat of his own shortcomings breathing down the back of his neck. 

He’d clung to you — to the time he had with you until this relationship was going to meet its inevitable demise — hopelessly, tirelessly, he’d locked every squeeze of your hand and every wrinkle below your smiling eyes and every ridge of your warm palm and every speck of pigment on your iris deep in his heart, charting whatever he could get out in the greatest details his brain could muster. That, at least, would be his to keep, even after you’d leave.

Loving you in spring came even more easily. The sunlight became kinder, your eyes brighter, your jokes more intimate. There were times when something had caught his eye, and before he could open his mouth to get out the first word about it, you’d be waiting to meet his gaze with a knowing glint in your eyes. The squeezes of your hands lasted longer, your thumb lingered at his wrist, rubbing, your kisses at his jaw were crying to go lower, but they never did. Above all the affection you had, which Jayce knew was running rampant, you respected him.

And that, along with summer, made everything more complicated.

With shedded layers of clothes came a new sense of vulnerability. Jayce knew there was nothing to suspect through the coarse material of his jeans or shorts which he’d picked for that very purpose, but when you’d stayed over one late May evening, he’d frantically dug through his drawers for his fleece pajama pants.

“I get really cold at night,” he’d lied. You hadn’t said a thing, though he’d been sorely aware of the way they stuck to his sweaty legs in the morning.

Caitlyn had asked him out at a pool party, at the start of June, with you obviously invited as well. Luckily, Jayce didn’t have to fake an indigestion — the mere thought of going, with you, wearing nothing but his swimming trunks had been enough to make him throw up the day before, and he’d had a good enough reason to sit it out.

But now it’s late June and your wine glass is fogging up with the warmth of your laughing breath after a particularly bad joke of his. He’s sure he’s sweating so much he’ll leave a stain the size of his back on your couch, and that his Hawaiian shirt is glued tight to that icky, sweaty space between his shoulder blades.

Your hand, carefully placed at the top of his thigh, yearning but not demanding, gently scratching at him through his jeans, is making his leg bounce. Your smile, wine-softened and heartachingly giddy makes something in Jayce’s chest clench.

He wants to know what your skin tastes like. He wants your mouth claiming every inch of his body, teeth dragging across his damp skin, he wants your breath to mingle with his. He aches with the need of it, his brain buzzes with alcohol-induced horniness and alcohol-diminished sensibility, he wants, he wants, he wants.

His mouth is dry. He wants it slick with your spit. 

“What’s the matter?”

Your index circles at the top of his thigh like a question mark.

“With me?” Jayce asks, dumbly.

You smile. Your hand squeezes the meat of his thigh where it tapers off into his knee. “Felt like I lost you there for a second. Everything alright, sweet thing?”

You’ve called him every iteration and combination of sickeningly names that would have made him gag before he met you. But now you call him puppy when he presses his face into your hands, you call him princess when he’s shy, you call him sweetheart when you want to kiss him, you call him darling when he wakes up, you call him sweet thing when something’s not quite right.

The tendons in your neck stretch with the questioning tilt of your head, the space between your parted lips invites his tongue to nestle between them, the warmth of your hand is soaking through his jeans.

“I want you,” he blurts, without even realizing what he’d just said before he hears himself rasp the words through his dry throat.

“You have me,” you say, like it’s that easy.

It makes Jayce go silent, buzzy mind suddenly quiet with the daunting realization that he soon won’t. Not after you’ll know. Not after he tells you.

“Whenever you feel ready,” you reassure, finding his hand and rubbing a by now familiar circle into his wrist, which Jayce dedicates to memory as possibly the last, “you have me.”

Except he won’t.

But you deserve to know, Jayce reasons —  he’s wasted six of your months on him, selfishly clinging to your affection though he knows he will never live up to what you’re hoping he is.

You, in all your kindness and respect and reverence and loving… you don’t deserve another single month, week, day, hour, minute wasted on his denial and lies. You deserve the truth.

“I’m so sorry,” Jayce says.

“We don’t have to do anything now,” you assure, and he’s sure those words taste achingly familiar by now. You’ve said them more often than he’s deserved hearing them.

And he does have to do something now. Just not what you think.

As he draws in a fortifying breath to just say it, you speak before he can, rushing to get out the words.

“And I just— listen, Jayce, if there’s, you know, something else going on, like, I don’t know, uh, one of your balls is bigger than the other or some unusual birthmark or anything else, that— it doesn’t matter to me. Okay?”

And what he wouldn’t give to have one testicle bigger than the other or some strange birthmark rather than this. He still derives some momentary relief from your reassurance, clings to some false hope that makes his confession just the slightest bit easier.

“It’s none of those things,” he admits. “I, uh…” he swallows, and grips your hand like it’s the last time. He doesn’t think he’s ever admitted it out loud. He’s never had to — always ran from whatever situation could have lead to it before he would have had to.

You lean in a smidge closer, squeeze his hand a hint tighter. It makes him physically sick.

Jayce shrinks in on himself without meaning to, and from the way you exhale, it’s either breaking your heart or frustrating you. He hopes it’s the former. He crosses his legs. He draws in one last, steadying breath. This is where it ends.

“I have a small dick.”

He doesn’t look at your face, doesn’t want to hear a thing, he lets his ears ring and his brain go numb and his muscles go taut waiting for the impact of a sentence or a mocking laugh or something.

“That’s it?” You say, and though you say it in disbelief, rather than with malice, Jayce can’t help but imagine it in an even worse context than this. It’s what he’s been hearing you say in his head every time you’ve invited him to hop into the shower with you or held him anywhere near his waist while you cuddled. 

But that is very obviously not it. You must think he’s exaggerating, that he’s just shy. He can’t let you give him the benefit of the doubt, not anymore.

“When I say small I mean, uh…” Jayce loses his wording, and, overwhelmed with shame, he lowers his face into his free hand. He doesn’t have the heart to even peek at you through his fingers. Jesus Christ, he thinks, here goes. “I mean really small. I don’t mean short of five inches small, I don’t mean, smaller than average, I mean— fuck. Fuck. Listen, I’m, I have a— I have a micropenis.”

He can actually count the times he’s said that word out loud on one hand. It’s a word he hates even thinking about, it’s a word he mishears during normal, unrelated conversations more often than he’d care to admit, it’s a word he’s sorely reminded of every time he encounters the prefix micro, and, unfortunately for him, he loves his microwaved ramen soup, and he went into fucking science, so he’s already making his life harder than he should.

But then you make it so easy.

You hold his hand in both of yours now, slowly bringing his knuckles to your lips and kissing them the same way you’d kissed his forehead all those months ago. You press in a little closer to his side, not invasively, but enough to have your knee nudging his. 

“Can you look at me, sweetheart?”

And so he does, peeking at you from between his ring finger and middle finger, resisting the urge to apologize again. 

Why are you smiling?

“I don’t think I can put into words how little that matters to me,” you say, and Jayce wants to argue with it, to ask you not to be kind now because you deserve better, you deserve someone who can give you everything, and he can’t, he can’t, “and how much it means to me that you trusted me enough to tell me.”

And he’d never thought of it like that.

All this time, he’d thought of it as holding on to you, to his love for you, for just another day. Another minute. As long as he could.

Not once had he thought of it as giving you the time to win his trust.

But he’s being selfish to reframe it like this, and he has been selfish for all of six months now, and he’s going to be selfish if he lets you believe this when you have no idea what you’re getting yourself into.

He’s broken in a way that can’t be fixed, and there will never be enough love to throw at this part of himself to change his limitations. You’re getting yourself into this because, god help you, you like him, and you think this is the kind of thing that can be compromised on. That can be worked through.

Jayce knows it isn’t. From the first chick he’d allowed to take his pants off when he was nineteen and drunk at a house party and just wanted to get losing his virginity over with (she’d left without a word as soon as she caught a glimpse of the outline of his erection through his boxers), to the guy who’d grinded himself against him at a gay bar when he was twenty three and got mad because he couldn’t feel a hard-on, fuck, even from the my-dick-is-bigger-than-yours conversations his peers had shared in the seventh grade boys’ locker rooms, Jayce fucking knows better. 

“I can’t— we can’t. You have no idea what—“

“Jayce, I’d still love you, and want to be with you even if you’d told me you’d never want sex.”

That alone is enough to make him lift his face from the sweaty expanse of his own palm.

“You were alright with… no sex?” He swallows. “Ever?”

“Jesus, Jayce, for a guy like you, I’d accept fucking my own hand for probably the rest of my life. I mean, have you… don’t you realize how wonderful you are?”

That word collides with the walls of his skull and bounces around in it like a fucking two thousands DVD logo before he dares internalizing it, and he finds himself sobbing before it sinks to the bottom of his brain like a penny in a wishing well. Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful.

For the first time in six months, Jayce is the one to throw himself into a kiss. He cradles your face in his sweaty palms like it’s a porcelain vase, he kisses your lips like he wants to eat you.

“I love you,” he sobs, gasping for breath and licking into your mouth and sniffling and smiling and laughing and Jesus fucking Christ, he can’t think straight. “I love you.”

Your hands cup his cheeks, the way they do when you call him puppy and he nuzzles his nose into them, but right now he thinks he’s spent long enough limiting himself to your hands and lips — he wants to know the insides of your mouth. 

“I love you too,” you say the second you draw back and gulp down just enough air to breathe it back out at him. Your hands are on his neck, scratching at his five o’clock shadow, your breath is humid on his slick lips.

“I’ve wanted… you for so long,” he mutters. Jayce doesn’t know where to put his hands, he paws at your clothed shoulders clumsily. “Felt so desperate for you that it hurt.”

“Not anymore,” you coo at him, nosing under his jaw. He resists the reflex to jerk away even as you put your hands on his hips and tug him closer. Not close enough for you to feel any of him yet, but close enough to assure him you want him just as bad. “I’ve got you. I’ve got you, Jayce, I’m so sorry it took so long—“

He shakes his head, and has to hold in a genuine giggle at the way his nose grazes yours when he does. You’re so warm. Your breath tickles. You’ve never been this close. It’s never felt so good. 

“My fault,” he says. “I was scared.”

He still is.

You brush the hair from his face, smiling up at him like he’s the last ray of sunlight after the winter solstice. “Not anymore.”

“Not anymore.” How he wishes it were true. 

You press one last kiss to his lips, not a hungry one, not licking into his mouth, just a brush of your lips, not so different from the first kiss you’d gifted him all these months ago. Not a single one of them wasted, Jayce realizes. Hopefully.

You sit there for a second, simply taking him in, one hand on his face, the other at his ribcage. His heart flutters below it like a trapped bird.

And then he laughs. He’s not sure why, but he laughs like you just told him a tremendous little joke, or like you’re jabbing your fingers into his sides, but it’s none of those things, it’s like his heart is leaping and he’s not sure what to do to keep up with it other than laugh.

You hold him like you understand. And judging from the wide, near-dopey smile on your face, you do.

“Come here,” you say, rubbing at his sweaty back, pawing at him like you need him closer. 

“How—?” Jayce clears his throat awkwardly, and looks at the space between you with a clueless nervousness. “Where do you want me? How do you want me?”

“You could sit on my lap, if… you want to. If that’s alright.”

You turn from how you’ve been sitting cross-legged to face him, and now your legs dangle off the couch and your soles are set nice and sturdy on the floor. The flat of your thighs is undeniably inviting, but that’s nothing new.

“Yeah,” Jayce agrees, and, for possibly the first time in his life, spreads his knees and puts them on either side of your thighs. Awkwardly, he hovers, and his knees suddenly feel weak even though he’s just hit a new deadlift PR at the gym last week. “I, um… sure I won’t crush you? You sure this— is how you want me?”

“Yes,” you answer, and your lack of hesitation is assuring. Your hands settle on his hips, not pulling, not pushing, just soothing. 

Slowly, he sits himself on your lap, dropping the first half of his weight on you gradually, carefully watching your face, before, with a little nod from you, he finally settles.

It’s so good. It’s so terrifying.

When his crotch settles against your lower tummy, Jayce instinctively tucks a hand between your bodies, over himself.

Your hand follows suit, fingernails gently scratching at the inside of his forearm in a way that raises goosebumps.

“We don’t have to do anything tonight,” you say. “Knowing, understanding, it’s… it really is enough for me for now. Want you to be ready. Just— don’t hide yourself from me. You don’t have to do that anymore.”

Jayce swallows down a chunk of his fear that doesn’t want to be chewed through, and slowly lifts his hand from between his legs with a stuttered breath. Before he gets to even bring the tip of his tongue to the back of his teeth to form the s in sorry, you’re already cooing at him, arms winding around his shaky, meek frame.

“There you go.”

It suddenly hits him that he’s far too overwhelmed to do anything other than melt in your arms and let you hold him. But an uncomfortable question gnaws at the back of his mind as he feels himself going stiff, and he dreads just about any answer you could give.

“Can you feel anything?” He wishes he hadn’t asked.

But you nod, and he’s not sure if he should be apologizing or pulling away, until you speak. “I can feel you relaxing… going softer in my arms.”

And he doesn’t think there could be a better reply to his question. His thighs are still shaky with nerves, trembling around your own, but he lets you explore the already familiar regions on his body like they’re new again. And they are, in some delightful way; he gets what you mean as you feel your way down his lower back: he’s going laxer by the minute, basking in your touch like a sleepy cat under the kiss of sunlight.

Letting his body smoothen itself against yours, finally, without caring about giving himself away, it’s blissful enough that his eyes go dewy again with fresh tears.

He never thought the simple act of getting held, of having all of himself enveloped by someone he loves, would be this good. He wants to drown in you. He wants you to be dust and roll around in you. He wants you to be honey and stick to his every crevice.

“Can I kiss you, puppy?”

Jayce perks up at the sound of your voice alone, leans into the hand you bring to the scruff of his nape to gently scratch at it.

“Yes,” he gasps, with an unfamiliar, heady drunkenness. Like the mere contact with you, the mere exchange of your bodies’ warmth, is enough to get his brain boozy, high and dumb.

He wants to drink your breath. Wants to suck it out of your lungs when you press your lips to his, but he settles for sucking on your tongue. Jayce never thought he could feel gluttonous enough to want to consume someone whole, but you’re an exception — you’re an exception in a great deal of many things, and he loves you for it.

Your hands are on his shoulders, then tracing down his spine, down to the chub of his hips that spills out on the side of his jeans, then on the chub at the front of his tummy, and they’re groping and bold and greedy. Everything’s on fire where you touch it, everything itches for more, and your hands soothe and make it so much worse all at once. Jayce wishes he could shed his skin just so you could touch deeper. Feel more. There’s nothing but tingling, maddening warmth all over.

“Closer,” he gasps, like that’s anywhere within the realm of possibility. You grab his meaty hips like a cat pouncing on prey, nearly sinking your claws into them, and his pelvis clashes with yours like two flintstones creating a spark.

“You’re so, so soft,” you gasp into the spot below his ear. Your teeth scratch at his pulse, killing bite on a prey animal, and Jayce seeks it even though it makes his heart freeze. “Can’t believe I managed to last six months holding you just barely, touching you just barely, when you fit so good in my arms. Wanna melt into you, oh, Jayce, wanna— wanna forget where I end and you begin.”

Something about the rasp of your voice, the way you mutter those words into the side of his neck makes them feel like they’re shot straight into his bloodstream. They make him boil.

He offers himself up to you in the only way that crosses his hazy mind, which is lolling his head to the side and pressing the soft spot under his jaw into your teeth, begging to be claimed.

You take the bait instantly. You lick first, priming the skin with a coat of what must by now be a perfect mixture of his and your spit, and he feels his legs spreading wider on their own accord just from your tongue lapping at his neck.

“Yes,” you gasp, palming at his tailbone in encouragement, “want all of you. Need all of you. Never hide again. Not from me.”

Jayce shakes his head — the mere prospect of it all, the fact that he’d been so desperately afraid — it’s like a dot on the horizon, distant and forgotten. How can there be fear when there’s so much love, so much wanting, so much hunger?

“You have me.” He shivers as you start pawing at his hips again, can’t swallow back a moan when you latch onto his neck and suck. Your mouth is wide open, like you want all of him you can get, like you need a bite of him so big you can’t even begin to chew on it. 

To think you’d ever want to leave when you’re devouring him. Absurd.

“I love you,” your voice rumbles in your chest, Jayce can feel it from how he’s pressing his own rib cage into yours. You lick up his neck, up his jaw, kiss your way to the front of his chin in searching. “C'mere to me, fuck, c’mere.”

And the second he tilts his head down to catch your lips, everything in his body goes out like a light. His breath leaves his body like he’s been punched, every softened muscle goes rock hard, his brainstem sparks into electric flames, and all he can do is let you lick the inside of his mouth while he moans like a girl.

He’s frozen, braindead, taut with tension, his ears are ringing, he can’t breathe, Jesus, he can’t breathe, he’s, he’s— oh.

Oh, no.

You shush him, wrapping your arms around his sunken shoulders protectively, cradling him close as he rides out the unexpected wave of his orgasm, kissing his temple as he muffles his cries into your clothed shoulder. He holds onto you like you might fade away if he doesn’t. 

“Baby boy,” you coo. “Baaaby boy. There you go.”

Jayce comes down from it shivering, like it wrecked him. He can’t gulp down enough air to sate his lungs, even though he’s gasping for lungfuls. He wonders what your voice’ll sound like when he can hear more than static fuzz. He wonders what your hands will feel like when his skin stops tingling. He wonders what his brain will think once it stops buzzing.

As it turns out, that first thought is shame, except now it crashes down on him tenfold. Without meaning to, he lifts his hips, covering the wet spot at the front of his jeans and wondering why, how.

“I’m, hah, so sorry,” he rushes to say. His mind reels with a thousand things he could say to mend the shameful fact that he came in his pants over a kiss. But what is there to say, other than apologize and hope you’d understand? “It happened… so suddenly, really, I didn’t realize, I’m… I’m not like this usually, I promise…” 

You run a hand up his sweaty back, reeling him back in gently, reassuringly. You let him tuck his chin between your neck and your shoulder, you hold him like he’s worth his body weight in gold. 

And then you laugh. 

If this is a dream, he hopes his alarm is hours away.

“Oh, Jayce. Are you kidding? You’re glorious.” You press a quick kiss to his dewy cheek like you mean it, and Jayce wants to believe you do. If the past six months have taught him anything, it’s that you see him in a much kinder light than he’s ever dared stepping into. He wants to believe you mean it. “How do you feel?” You ask, and he realizes he hasn’t got the slightest clue.

Jayce settles on sticky, and tells you so. And decidedly not glorious, but he doesn’t want to contradict you. If you think so of him, he will try his best to let the compliment wash over him.

“We could take a shower,” you suggest. This is your apartment — the thought is daunting. He’s been in your shower before, but it’d always been for quick, desperate pits-junk-ass-and-feet-showers, never more, for fear you’d walk in even though he’d locked the door twice. 

And he realizes that fear is not quite gone yet — yes, you’ve reassured him plenty, you’ve held him while he came, but… you haven’t actually seen him.

“I can go first,” you suggest, “and you can join me when you’re ready. Or not at all, if that’s what you’d prefer.”

“I want to,” Jayce says. And though your hands settle on his hips with finality, he powers through the feeling of his own mess sticking to him and tucks his head under your jaw. “We can go together. Just— could you hold me? For just a bit longer?”

There’s another kiss pressed to the top of his head. “I could hold you forever.”

[bluebellfairie]

life diary

sometimes starving makes me so so happy. euphoric

sometimes starving makes me so irritated and irrational and angry. 

today my mom called me and i snapped at her. i hadn’t eaten yet, it was almost 6pm, i was feeling weak and tired and i couldn’t deal. i felt fat and terrible and wanted to binge. she started questioning me about food and i couldn’t do it. i was honest about how college had made my eating disorder so much worse and she got upset. i could tell i made her really sad. it made me cry. 

i love my family so much but sometimes i just can’t eat. altho every bone in my body is starving and yelling and wants food another part of my brain stops me. Sometimes that part of my brain loses and I binge. there is no middle ground.

3 of my new college friends officially know i have an eating disorder. 

first was me feeling sad and frustrated on halloween, and confessing it to one of my close guy friends. he got mad at me a week later (unrelated) and threatened to “expose me” to our other friends if i didn’t agree to him. i got super upset, stormed off and he sent a really sweet apology and since then its been good. we don’t talk about my ed tho. its just something unspoken.

In another time of feeling frustrated and upset i told another one of my close guy friends about my eating disorder. the 2nd friend doesn’t really say the best things, don’t think he means it tho. ill go 24 hours without food, go to restaurant with my friends and decide to eat, and he’ll just randomly say “you should get a salad.” this has happened like 15x. like we’ll go down to the dining hall together and ill have my first meal in possibly 2 days and be like idk what i should have and he’ll be like “just get soup” or “just get salad”. this happened today as well. i turned to him and said “is the salad really good or something” and he laughed and said he never orders salad or soup at restaurants. he then ordered a burger. as a person that gets hangry and has to constantly manage the irrational reactions that come with starvation, this makes me want to bite his head off. think ive snapped a couple times, which is very unlike me, and apologized quickly after.  

The last friend who knows about my eating disorder is also a guy friend. he noticed i wasn’t eating and wanted to make sure i was ok. he was so genuine and kind it made me want to cry. its really nice knowing that other people pay attention and care. 

after this morning’s high weight, todays conversation with my mom and the convo with the friend who approached me over the weekend, i feel frustrated, tired and drained. i feel like im letting down my mom and my friends. these past 3-4 days i’ve been feeling extra weak, extra hungry but have been keeping it under control. im scared i won’t be able to soon. i don’t understand how i can be weak and starving but weight maintaining. i don’t think its possible to get the body i want without resorting to extreme measures. 

[angelicspaceprince]

Remember, I warned you. Horrible: 39, 40 Obscure: 1, 18, 30 Cute: 6, 19, 91 200 Things: 12, 81, 92, 108, 137, 159, 169, 189

You weren’t kidding!!

Each post is linked under their questions. 

39: How old were you when you had your first kiss?

I’ll get back to you on that, age still pending (haven’t been kissed yet)

40: Have you ever walked outside completely naked?

......yes.......

70 horrible questions … Fuck it

1. what’s your favorite way to dress?

I prefer to just be in my undies at most, I don’t like wearing clothes? But if I have to, jeans and a t-shirt with a button-down t-shirt over the top, makes me feel the most masc for reasons I don’t understand.

18. what animal would you keep as a pet, if you could?

I really want a turtle, a snake and axolotls but you can’t have them in Tassie bc its too cold unfortunately.

30. what instrument do you wish you could master?

I mean, all the instruments I played growing up - guitar, bass guitar, clarinet, piano, drums and tenor sax. I can’t pick between them. If I was to chose an instrument I didn’t have lessons for, then flute or violin.

obscure asks

6. What kind of people are you attracted to?

Genuine people who can make me laugh and are blunt and I can trust that they will tell me if I’ve done something wrong and be able to handle being called out when they do something wrong. Someone I can talk to about serious things but also goof off around. Sarcastic as well. Good people, who care about change. Idk what else to say. People who challenge me too I guess.

19. Do you like bubble baths?

Oh hell yes

91. Is there anyone you want to punch in the face right now?

SO many people. But I won’t, mostly bc they live mostly in the US but also because I can’t be fucked.

Cute Asks

12: My favourite thing to cook:

There is like a pasta bake dish that is just pasta, cream, tomato soup, bacon, onion, garlic and cheese which is really fucking good and easy so. That.

81: My zodiac sign is:

Cancer! My birthday is actually on Monday!

92: Last time I got a piercing:

Uh I was 16 or 18 and I got my ears redone? Once COVID’s officially over and I’ve lost a little bit of weight, I’m gonna get me nips done tho.

108: What I think of designer clothes:

A waste of money. It might be because I personally can’t fit in anything designer but also? Why spend $2000 on a jacket that cost $2 to make just because it has a designer name on it when you can spend $200 funding someone to hand-make you something that isn’t off a factory line, is designed for your body and is helping someone within the community or on etsy who needs the money more than designers. If its you’re thing, great you do you, but as a fellow crafter and someone who designer clothing isn’t necessarily for, I’d rather spend money on a seamstress for something of quality, paying someone a livable wage and is actually made to my body type.

137: Coke or Pepsi:

Diet Coke, the full-sugar stuff makes me cry

159: Do I believe in ghosts:

Yes. I’ve had quite a few paranormal experiences and have seen a few ghosts in my day so yeah. I believe in them.

169: Do I believe in love at first sight:

No. At least not for me. I feel like love is something you need to grow and develop from friendship and the few people who have been ‘I saw you and knew instantly I was going to marry you’ in relation to me (read: three people) have always been creepy and weird and possessive and terrifying. For me, love comes slowly and gradually until eventually, it hits me in the face like a fucking truck.

189: What was the last book you read:

‘The Green Witch: Your Complete Guide to The Natural Magic of Herbs, Flowers, Essential Oils, and More’ by Arin Murphy-Hiscock

200 things you can put in my ask

[kwanisms]

Noisy Neighbor - lhs

anonymous said: hiiii i love your writing so much! i genuinely enjoy every piece you’ve written so far lol idk if your requests are still open but if you have the time would you mind writing a scenario where monsta x’s wonho lives in the apartment next door and there’s always fighting and disagreements over him being loud when he has “special dates” over but it’s because there’s ignored sexual tension

⤑ genre: smut  𝕊 𝕀 ℕ ⤑ pairing: Hoseok x Reader ⤑ warning: smut galore, like clothing ripping, foul language, mention of alcohol ⤑ summary: (Y/N) loves everything about her apartment― except her neighbor, Hoseok. He’s the definition of annoying and loud neighbor. Despite being told off and (Y/N) threatening to call the police numerous times, Hoseok hosts a particularly loud party at his place, resulting in (Y/N) confronting him. Tension snaps as Hoseok finally kisses her. ⤑ word count: 6.3k

a/n: I loved writing this. This was so much fun and I love this idea so much! Thank you for requesting it! I hope you like it! ~K♡

To say you hated your apartment was a blatant lie. You loved it. The location was right, the rent was well within your budget, and you really loved having a unit on the end of the hall, giving you not only an amazing view, but turning your bedroom into mostly glass windows. It was a beautiful apartment. Light grey walls, dark hardwood floors, and new stainless steel appliances.

It was a two bedroom unit overlooking the downtown area. It had a large front room open to the kitchen and dining room. The outside wall was nearly ceiling to floor glass windows with remote controlled shades. The floors were done in a dark wood to contrast with the walls painted in a soft off white color.

Your bedroom was in the corner of the unit, providing you with two walls of windows. The master bathroom was to die for and not what you would usually find in an apartment. It had an oversized garden tub, dual sinks, a decent sized walk-in shower, and a spacious closet. Even the toilet had it's own little room.

The second bedroom was set up as a guest room with a bed, two nightstands and a dresser. It had its own bathroom and a small closet as well.

The selling factor, was the den. A small room off the living room with double doors. You had set it up as a home office.

The only thing you didn't like about your apartment was your neighbor, Hoseok. He was a very noisy person, throwing parties that lasted until 3 in the morning, inviting girls over and not bothering to keep it down when they were in his bedroom.

You heard a lot more than you bargained for. You never wanted to know what Hoseok sounded like when he came but unfortunately for you, his bed was on the other side of your living room. Luckily, you could escape to your bedroom and it would muffle the sound but it was still difficult to drown out the sound.

Truth be told, you hadn't gotten much sleep since Hoseok moved in next door, despite going over and telling him politely to keep it down. Hoseok promised he would try, yet he never made good on his promises and at this point, you were sure it was on purpose.

Last night had been like every night since Hoseok moved in.

You headed out your front door into the hallway and made sure to lock your door before making your way down the hall to the elevator. You pressed the button and waited patiently for the lift to arrive. The sound of a door opening caught your attention and you turned to see Hoseok stepping out of his apartment in his sweats, boots, and a compression shirt, carrying a trash bag.

Hoseok's eyes met yours and he immediately broke into a grin. You rolled your eyes and turned away from him. You weren't going to play this game. Not today. Hoseok approached quietly and stood next to you as both of you waited for the elevator.

“Morning,” Hoseok said, a slight hint of amusement to his voice. You tried not to grit your teeth or clench your hands. He knew how to rile you up. Hoseok loved pressing your buttons. You were determined to not let him get to you, so you turned to him and nodded. “Morning,” you replied shortly. Hoseok's grin spread.

“Sleep well last night?” he asked and you bit the inside of your cheek to keep from snapping back. “Not really,” you replied. Hoseok nodded silently before finally saying, “I'm sorry to hear that.” You held back a scoff, knowing it would mean defeat.

You opted to say nothing, instead bringing your coffee to your lips and taking a sip. Silence surrounded you and you could feel the tension between the two of you rising.

There was always this unaddressed sexual tension between you and your neighbor. If it wasn't for the fact that he kept you up until the crack of dawn fucking a different girl each night, you probably would have given into his flirting before.

Hoseok was an attractive man to say the least. He had an incredible body, everyone knew it. He worked out a lot. You saw him more at the gym in your building than you did outside his apartment. He was definitely a “gym rat.”

The two of you said nothing as you both stepped onto the elevator after it arrived. You took another sip of coffee as the silence continued for the duration of the elevator ride.

The elevator reached lobby and Hoseok stepped put first, allowing you a nice view of his broad shoulders, sculpted back, and his nearly perfect ass as he made his way to the door that led to the building's trash and recycling room. He waved as you headed for the door. “Have a nice day at work!” he called, smirking.

You narrowed your eyes but bit your tongue as you headed out onto the street and made your way to the bus stop. He was such a smug asshole sometimes. He knew he kept you up, why else would he make such remarks? You shook off your annoyance at him and pushed him from your mind; you could deal with it later.

The bus arrived on time and you got on, swiping your pass and taking a seat near the back. With living in the city and traffic as bad as it was sometimes, taking the bus was a much smarter option than driving. You didn't have to try to find a parking space with a bus, so you left your car in your parking space at home.

The ride usually took about 10 minutes and you were at work in no time, greeting the doorman as you approached the tall high rise building that took up a corner of a medical complex. You weren't a nurse or a doctor. You did clerical work in one of the suites, organizing files, running the reception counter, and all the usual duties of a receptionist.

It wasn't what you went to school for but the hours were good, the pay was great, benefits included and it allowed you to continue your online courses until you finished your master's program and moved on to your ‘big girl’ job.

You clocked in, sat down at your desk behind the counter. Stashing your things under the desk and started up your computer. Getting your station set up took little effort and once you were done, you were ready to conquer the day. The doctor you worked for had few appointments today. It was an easy day.

The office opened on time at 9 am and the first patients showed up shortly thereafter for their appointments. You checked them in, passing their information along to one of the three nurses that worked in this suite. After that, you got to sit there and play around on your computer or phone. Your boss was very relaxed.

Time ticked by as more patients for the day came in and checked in with you. The phone barely rang but when it did, you answered it with a professional air, answering questions, putting calls through for the doctor or a nurse, and scheduling appointments for the day. It was a really easy job, all things considered.

Lunch finally rolled around and the office always closed for an hour so you had plenty of time for lunch. You donned your cold weather clothes and grabbed your purse before heading out to go grab a bite to eat at the little deli down the street. They had the best sandwiches and their soups were so delicious.

You got in line and perused the menu, settling on a club sandwich and a cup of potato soup. The girl behind the counter, Melanie, was on a first name basis with you by this point since you visited so often. When you stepped up to the counter she flashed you a bright smile.

“Afternoon, Miss (Y/N). What can I get for you today?” she asked. You placed your order, asking for light mayo instead of the regular and bought a bottle of water as well. As you fished out your wallet, Melanie got a good look at you and inhaled sharply. “Are you not getting any sleep, Miss (Y/N)?” she asked. You let out a wry laugh as you handed your card to her.

“As a matter of fact, I’m not. I had hoped I put on enough concealer to cover it. Guessing I didn't?” you asked as she ran the card, grimacing at you as she did before shaking her head slightly. “No ma’am,” she said before handing you back your card. You sighed lightly and thanked her when she handed you your receipt and a little table marker.

Your food came out swiftly and after finishing it, you headed back to the office to find that the doctor had to close early. He let you go home early as there were no other appointments scheduled and he had something he had to take care of. So you caught the bus back home a whole 2 hours early.

You decided to run some errands. Your fridge and pantry were running low on supplies, you needed new shampoo and your concealer was almost out, and not to mention you needed an outfit for your company's holiday party.

So you went to your favorite beauty supply store and grabbing what you needed, then your go to store for clothes and quickly found a nice but simple outfit, and finally to the store, grabbing the essentials and stocking up before heading home. By the time you reached your building, you had eaten up most of those two hours.

As you waited patiently for the elevator to arrive, your mind wandered back to what Melanie had said. If she had noticed the dark circles through your makeup, who else had?? The realization made your blood boil. You stepped into the elevator seething.

This was all Hoseok's fault. He was keeping you up for days on end with the noise and it was showing on your face. You felt embarrassed and mortified that Melanie pointed it out. She couldn't have been the only one to notice, just the first to say anything to you.

The elevator dinged, the doors sliding open and you were greeted by muffled music playing. Your anger only grew as your stormed to your neighbor's door, raised your fist, and hammered on the door. It didn't take long for Hoseok to answer.

Inside, loud music with heavy bass was playing and there was background noise from some video game. Hoseok was wearing a pair of dark grey sweats, no shirt, and a wireless headset. His eyes lit up when he saw it was you at the door and a smirk settled on his face as he greeted you.

“Afternoon, miss,” he said playfully. You narrowed your eyes, letting all your anger fuel your actions. You chose your next words carefully.

“I hope you're pleased with yourself. You've managed to keep me up for so long that my concealer doesn't even do its job of covering up my exhaustion. The girl at the deli near my work pointed out how tired I am. So thanks again,” you said your voice dripping with sarcasm. Before Hoseok could answer, you turned on your heel and headed for your door.

Once back in the comfort of your apartment, you put away your groceries and decided to hop in the shower before changing into something more comfortable and settling on the couch to catch up on a few of your shows. The sound from Hoseok's apartment had ceased and you were mild surprised. It didn't last though.

Around dinner time, you made yourself something to eat before ending the night with a movie and a few glasses of wine. Around 8 pm, you heard more muffled music and muted the TV. Of course, you thought rolling your eyes and unmuting the television. You turned the volume up to drown out the sound of fast music coming from your neighbors apartment.

The television did help to mask the music for a while but soon you heard voices and laughing. Damn it. You just wanted a quiet night in. You silently cursed the day that Hoseok moved in next door. He and his friends were truly awful specimen.

After a few more minutes of trying to block the sound, you growled and got up from the couch, heading for your door and stepping out into the hallway where the music was easily 10 times louder. You pounded on the door and after a few minutes, Hoseok answered, a red solo cup in his hand. A smile grew on his face when he saw it was you at the door. “Hey, decided to join us?”

You shook your head. “Please try to keep it down, okay? I have to work in the morning.” Hoseok nodded and looked back into the apartment. “Of course. I'll have them out of my place no later than 11,” he said giving you a wink. Liar. You thanked him anyway and made your way back into your apartment.

As 9 drew closer, the music increased, as did the sounds of people shouting and laughing. As beautiful as the apartments were, the walls were extremely thin. You had half a mind to call the developers and chew them out for their shitty blueprints.

10 o'clock came and went and it was now a quarter till 11. You waited to see if Hoseok would make good on his word. As 11 approached, the music and talking dwindled down until it was silent on the other side of the wall. You were shocked. You couldn't believe it. Had he actually listened?

Your victory was cut short however by the subtle moaning coming from behind the wall and you groaned. Ugh fucking prick. You headed for your room, grabbing your trusty earplugs and shut your bedroom door, drowning out the rest of the sound. Hopefully it would stay that way and you could actually get some sleep.

The next few days, Hoseok hosted parties each night but only that one ended at 11. You felt as though he was doing it on purpose at this point. You sat awake in your bed until nearly 3 am each night, unable to sleep due to the loud music traveling into your apartment. The fourth night was when you finally had enough.

Dressed in your pajamas, a sleep shirt, shorts, and your favorite fuzzy socks with paw prints on them,  you headed over to your neighbor's apartment and banged on the door. Some girl answered. Her eyes went wide as she saw you. “Can I help you?” she asked but you pushed past her into the apartment.

You searched the crowded room for Hoseok, finding him quickly sitting on his couch with a very pretty brunette perched on his lap. He was smiling as she whispered in his ear but when he saw you standing in his front room, dressed in your pajamas, his smile fell only to be replaced with a smirk as his eyes trailed over you.

“What's the matter?” he asked over the music. You glanced over to where the music was coming from. A simple laptop hooked up to several speakers. You stormed over to it and unplugged the speakers from the laptop, effectively stopping the music. The crowd whined and you slammed the laptop shut before rounding on Hoseok. He had pushed the girl off his lap and stood up.

“What are you-” he started but you help your hand up and silenced him. All eyes were on you but at this point you were so done that you couldn't care less. You were fed up. You needed your sleep and Hoseok was preventing that. He knew exactly what he was doing.

“Look, I put up with a lot of shit from you, Lee Hoseok, but I'm drawing the line here.” You paused for effect before continuing. “I have asked you numerous times, rather politely I might add, to keep the sound down. A simple request, no?” you asked. Hoseok nodded slowly, his eyes not leaving your face as you spoke.

“Then why is it, i ask a simple favor of you, you can't even do that? Are you stupid? Are you deaf? Do my words just go right in one ear and out the other? Clearly that must be the case, since you have no fucking brain. Otherwise, you would be courteous and keep your shit down for once.” Hoseok opened his mouth but you shook your head.

“I'm still fucking talking, so shut up,” you snapped. Several party goers ‘oohed.’ Hoseok looked at them and they stopped at once before he turned his attention back to you. If he thought this was embarrassing, he had no idea what was coming.

“I'm sick of hearing your shitty ass music. It comes through my walls and despite having my bedroom door shut, I can still hear it,” you said, not caring how much of a dick you sounded like. Hoseok needed to know he was in the wrong.

“Same goes for your nightly escapades. I can hear literally everything. I hope they aren't faking it for your sake but I'm gonna be real with you, no girl moans like that. They're exaggerating. Sorry, but you deserve the truth.” Hoseok turned a deep shade of pink. You wanted to hit him where it hurt.

“I have asked nicely too many times and you refuse to honor my wishes so if you can't keep it down, I'm going to call the police. I'm not joking at this point. I work in the morning and I need my fucking sleep. So, this is your final warning. Get all of these assholes,” you said gesturing around the room.

“Get them out of this fucking apartment, now. And I mean everyone goes. Even that skinny little brunette who was sitting on your lap earlier. I don't want to hear one peep from this apartment, am I understood?” you looked him in the eye. His smile was gone and was replaced with a scowl. You didn't care.

He started this. It was his own fault and he brought it on himself.

However mad he may be, Hoseok didn't respond. You turned on your heel and shoved past the ring of people that had form around you and Hoseok. You heard him call out to you but you didn't care. You wanted to go to bed.

You returned to your apartment, locking the door before you headed for your bedroom. You sat in bed waiting for your anger to subside and the adrenaline to go down so you might actually get some sleep tonight. The universe had other plans.

It had only been a few minutes since you returned home that you were interrupted by the sound of knocking. You got up and made your way into the front room where the knocking turned into banging. You unlocked the door and opened it.

Hoseok was on the other side, hand clenched into a fist raised above his head, ready to hit the door again. His eyes narrowed as he caught sight of you and lowered his hand.

“What do you-” you began but he interrupted you.

“Who the hell do you think you are?” he snapped towering over you. His sudden crassness threw you off guard and you struggled to find an answer. Whether or not Hoseok was expecting an answer, he didn't give you time to talk.

“How dare you come into my home and embarrass me in front of my friends. That was low, even for you,” he continued. You suddenly found it in you to speak.

“Excuse you,” you started. “I believe I had asked you numerous times since you moved in to keep the damn noise down. You can't even follow a simple request, so clearly you must not be that smart.” Hoseok opened his mouth but you beat him to it.

“I haven't slept right in weeks. I'm tired, I'm cranky, I'm angry. I just want to fucking sleep for once. I never wanted to be that neighbor who calls the cops but clearly me asking isn't enough incentive so calling them was the next step.”

Hoseok still said nothing so you went on.

“I'm so unbelievably tired. The the music lasting until dawn and the loud sounds of your nightly escapades, it's too much goddamn it.” Your voice cracked as you threw your hands up.

Hoseok pushed his way into your apartment, shutting the door behind him. You backed up, your eyes widening. “What are you doing?” you asked as he advanced on you. You backed into the sofa and were now effectively trapped between him and your couch, Hoseok's eyes never leaving your face.

The two of you were silent, eyeing each other for what felt like eternity. The unaddressed sexual tension you always felt in his presence grew, filling the space around you, almost suffocating you. Finally, you managed to speak. 

“What are you waiting for?”

As if waiting for a silent command, Hoseok moved. His hand cupped the back of your neck, the other steadying himself on the back of the couch as he pulled you toward him, his lips crashing against your own. Your hands instinctively grabbed his shirt, pulling him in closer.

Hoseok parted his lips, his tongue darting out allowing the tip to brush against your bottom lip and you answered by letting him in. Your stomach did flips and your heart raced. Blood pounded in your ears as you felt Hoseok's free hand grip your waist.

The two of you parted after a few moments to catch your breath, lips swollen from the heated kiss. Hoseok watched you closely, gauging your reaction. Your eyes were wide, searching his own.

A small smile made itself known on Hoseok's face before he opened his mouth and said in a breathless voice, “finally.”

He picked you up, using the back of your thighs to lift you. Your legs wrapped around his waist, hands holding on to his shoulders as he set you on the back of the couch. He pressed light kisses along your jaw, stopping to nip on the sensitive skin of your neck.

“Do you want this?” you asked in a stained voice. Hoseok chuckled, his breath tickling your skin. “Do you want this?” he repeated your question, pressing his obviously erection into your clothed core. You gasped at the feeling before letting out a shameless, “please, just fuck me already.”

Hoseok let out a laugh before setting you down. He reached up, caressing your cheek as his free hand roamed, sliding into the waistband of your pants. His fingers skimmed past your panties as he delved deeper, his fingertips found the wetness pooling in your underwear. Hoseok chuckled as he pushed a finger past your folds, easily finding your clit. A moan escaped your lips.

Hoseok slowly circled the bundle of nerves, watching your face as he did. He was fascinated by the way your brows knitted together, your eyes shut as he teased you in long drawn out movements.

“Stop teasing me,” you whined grabbing his forearm and pushing his hand deeper in your panties. Hoseok let out another laugh before slipping a finger inside you. Another gasp left you. Hoseok used his free hand to grab your waistband and pulled down your pants, letting them pool around your ankles before you kicked them off.

Hoseok took the opportunity to eye the thin lace material of your panties, sneaking you a devilish grin before he brushed his finger over the cloth. “These are cute,” he mused before looking up and catching your gaze. “Did you wear these for me?” he asked, tilting his head to the side as he continued, slowly pumping his hand, adding a second finger. You gripped the sofa below you, trying to ground yourself.

As he sped up, Hoseok watched you. The way you threw your head back, the small gasps and whines that left your lips were like music to him. He pulled his hand free and brought his fingers to your lips. You took them in your mouth without hesitation.

Hoseok took your hand and pulled you off the couch before leading you around and pushing you on the cushions. “What are you-” you started as Hoseok pushed the coffee table back before settling himself between your legs. He rested your thighs over his shoulders, hooked a thumb under your panties, pulling them to the side before starting an assault on your heat with his tongue.

The wet muscle made contact with your clit and you let out a low moan. Hoseok continued, teasing the sensitive bud with his tongue, alternating between light flicks and long licks. You involuntarily squeezed your thighs causing Hoseok to push them apart, giving him more access.

When his lips wrapped around your clit, you were done for. Your fingers tangled in his hair, tugging gently as his tongue danced against your heat, bringing you closer to your release. You tried to keep still but you couldn't keep your hips from moving slightly. Hoseok noticed this and pulled back.

“Be a good girl and don't move,” he said before resuming. It took all your willpower to not move. Your body tensed under his touch and you wanted so much to find release. “Please,” you panted. Hoseok hummed, the vibrations against you making you cry out.

“Please, I want to come,” you whispered. Hoseok hummed again, pulling back. “How bad do you want to come, baby girl? Tell me,” he said, his fingers slowly circling your slit. “So bad,” you whimpered. Hoseok teased your entrance, dipping his fingers in slightly only to pull them back out. He was really enjoying the way he teased you to the brink of release, only to pull back again.

“Tell me how bad you want to come,” he said, the smirk on his face present in his voice. “Please Hoseok,” you whimpered. “Make me come. Make me come and I'm all yours.” Hoseok hummed in response, his fingers sliding into your walls. His tongue flattened against your clit before he sped up.

Your walls tightened as your orgasm approached. “Ah~! shit,” you moaned. “I'm so close.”

Before your climax washed over you, Hoseok stopped and withdrew. You whined in response. “What the hell, Hoseok,” you hissed looking up. He had removed his shirt and was unbuttoning his pants.

“I’m going to enjoy this,” he said reaching down to remove your panties. Whatever you had been expecting, it wasn’t this as he flexed and ripped your panties with ease. Your jaw dropped as he held up the mangled remains of your underwear, shrugged, giving you a sheepish smile before he threw them to the side with a nonchalant, ‘oops.”

“Lee Hoseok!!” you managed to squeak as he leaned in, hovering over you, his lips brushing against your neck. “I hope those weren’t expensive,” he breathed in your ear. You wanted to hit him. Those panties were in fact very expensive and came as a set with the bralette you were wearing under your sleep shirt. “As a matter of fact,” you said, your voice shaking as Hoseok tormented you with light kisses and nips along your neck. “They were part of a very expensive set,” you finished.

Hoseok let out a breathy chuckle before murmuring, “well, I guess I just have to give the other piece the same treatment,” he said as his hand slipped under your shirt. His fingertips danced their way up your torso before finding the same lace material of your bralette. “Let’s get this off,” he said taking the hem of your shirt in his hands and pulling it up over your head.

His eyes skimmed over every inch of your body, admiring it. “God,” he said in a growl as he leaned in, pressing small, wet kisses over the newly exposed skin. “I can’t believe this is what I’ve been missing out on,” he said trailing back up to meet your lips. His fingers slipped under your bralette, his hand cupping your breast. You moaned, arching your back into his touch. “Fucking hell, you sound so hot.”

You whined as he removed his hand before he repeated the same brash actions and ripped the lace of your bralette open, freeing your chest before discarding the destroyed garment. His lips were on your chest in a matter of seconds, his tongue slipping out to drag over the sensitive skin around your nipple. “Hoseok,” you breathed and he pulled back, eyes finding yours.

“What is it?” he asked. “Please,” you whispered. A smile spread over his face. “Please what?” he replied, cocking his head to the side again, playfully. “I need you,” you answered. “Need me where?” Hoseok replied flirtatiously. “Inside me, jesus fucking christ, Hoseok. Put your cock inside me,” you snapped and Hoseok let out a loud laugh before he stood up straight.

“As you wish,” he said as he finished unzipping his pants and let them fall to the floor, leaving him in his boxer briefs, exposing the toned muscles in his thighs. “Where do you keep the condoms?” he asked. You pointed to the bathroom. “In the top drawer on the left,” you said hastily. Hoseok disappeared and reappeared with the small foil packet.

“If I wasn’t so eager to fuck you, I’d make you choke on my dick but another time,” he said as he lifted the foil to his mouth to tear it open. Before he could, you sat up and pulled down his boxers, allowing his member to spring free. You wasted no time, ignoring his questions, as you wrapped your hand around the base of his shaft and took him in your mouth.

Hoseok let out a strangled moan as you moved, working the tip with your tongue and the base with your hand. His hand tangled in your hair as you took him deeper in your mouth. “Holy shit,” he hissed. You pulled back and looked up at him. His hand left your hair, moving to caress your cheek.

“You’re fucking beautiful, you know?” he said softly. A light pink flushed your cheeks as you felt completely exposed. “I’m going to enjoy wrecking you,” he said before ripping open the condom and rolling it on.

“Turn around,” he ordered and you scrambled to do so, resting your forearms on the back of the sofa. You felt Hoseok’s hand run gently over your backside before you felt a quick smack to your bottom. A stinging ran over your skin and you inhaled sharply. “You like that?” Hoseok asked in a low voice, rubbing his hand over the spot he just hit before repeating the action a little harder.

A small whimper left your lips. “You really do like that, huh?” You cried out when his hand made contact with your ass again. “Goddamn,” he said as you whined, shaking your ass slightly, enticing him to fill.

“You really want this cock that bad?” he asked, brushing the tip of his length against your entrance. You moaned in response. “You have to say it,” he said, his free hand on your hip. You tried pushing back on him, eager for him to fill you. “No,” he said backing away. “You have to say that you want me,” he said. You peered over your shoulder at him.

He was watching you, waiting patiently. You almost moaned at the sight of his hand wrapped around his dick, slowly stroking himself. You were normally very stubborn but you just wanted to get off at this point. “I want your cock,” you said softly. Hoseok brought his free hand up to his ear.

“What was that? I couldn’t hear you.” You groaned. “Goddamnit, Hoseok,” you hissed. “I want your fucking cock inside me right now!” Hoseok’s smirk spread and he positioned himself at your entrance.

“Say it again,” he said pushing ever so slightly, barely entering. You looked back at him as he waited for you to say the words he wanted to hear.

“I want you to bury your dick in my pussy and fuck me until I can’t walk,” you breathed.

Without any further encouragement, Hoseok pushed himself inside you slowly. The stretch felt amazing as it had been sometime since you were filled like this. Hoseok didn’t stop until he bottomed out, his length buried deep in your walls. You waited a moment as you adjusted before you nodded and breathlessly stated, “I’m ready.”

Hoseok pulled out a few inches before pushing back in slowly. You dropped your head to rest it on your arms. “God,” you moaned as he picked up the pace, driving into your wet heat. You could hear his erratic breathing as he thrust into you faster. “Fuck,” he said, gripping your hips as he pounded into you, hitting a spot deep inside. “You feel fucking fantastic.”

A moan left your lips in response, egging Hoseok on. You felt one of his hands slide up your back until it reached the base of your neck. His fingers intertwined in your hair before he pulled, jerking your head back. “Don’t keep it in,” he said as he fucked into you harder, a slew of curses leaving your mouth, mixed with high pitched moans. “Let me hear how good I make you feel.”

Your walls tightened around him as your climax approached. You didn’t want this to end. You wanted him to fuck you forever. “Ah~! Please,” you said in a whine. “Harder.” Hoseok tugged your hair again. “What? Harder?” he asked. You tried to nod but with his hand in your hair it was impossible so you moaned out a, “yes. Please fuck me harder.” Hoseok obliged, his hips hitting your ass and filling the room with the sound of skin against skin.

Your knees were starting to feel the effects of his thrusts and your legs started to shake. “Shit,” Hoseok said his hand leaving your hair and moving back to your hip as he gripped you harder. “Right there,” you moaned. “Don’t stop.” Hoseok chuckled, the sound ending in a moan.

“I’m close,” he said leaning over your back, his lips pressed against your shoulder.

This new angle let him hit you in all the right places, his cock brushing against your sweet spot. “Are you close?” he whispered in your ear. You shook your head. “Not yet,” you said. Hoseok reached around, his fingers finding your clit and massaging quickly. You cried out, clenching around him. You could feel the coil in your stomach tighten as Hoseok hammered into you, surely leaving bruises where his hips made contact with your backside.

“That’s it, (Y/N),” he said as he felt you tighten around him, squeezing his cock just right. “Come for me. Come on my cock like a good girl.” His words sent heat straight to your core as it tightened, threatening to spring loose at any moment and wash over you. “I’m gonna-” you said before letting out a cry as Hoseok sank his teeth into your shoulder.

Your orgasm hit you hard, heat exploding inside sending warmth rushing throughout your body. Your grip on the couch hardened, your knuckles turning white as your toes curled in bliss. Pure, raw pleasure coursed through your veins as Hoseok continued to thrust, chasing his own release as he helped you ride out yours. With a deep, guttural moan, Hoseok came inside the condom. His hips slowed until they faltered and he stayed motionless, waiting for his breath and sanity to return.

Finally, he pulled out of you and sat on the couch next to you, pulling off the condom and tying the end. He turned to look at you, a fucked out expression on his face.

“You okay?” he asked, noticing you hadn’t moved. You nodded slowly as your breathing returned to normal. “I can’t move my legs just yet,” you admitted with a sheepish grin. Hoseok smirked up at you.

“Well, you did ask me to fuck you until you couldn’t walk,” he said smugly. You swatted at him lazily and he laughed standing up and reached down, lifting you gently off the sofa. “I guess I’ll just have to carry you to the shower,” he said as he made his way to the bathroom. “I don’t think I can stand either,” you said as he flipped the light on.

“A bath it is,” he said setting you on the toilet as he started running a bath. Once it was drawn up, Hoseok lifted you from the toilet and dipped you in the water before getting in himself, settling behind your back. The two of you were silent for a moment before he finally spoke.

“So,” he said as he trailed his fingers over your skin. “Do you still think they were faking it?” he asked in your ear. You softly elbowed him. “No. I don’t,” you admitted. Hoseok smiled against your shoulder. “But one more thing,” you said turning your head to look at him. He smiled at you. “What?” he asked.

“Don’t talk about other girls anymore. You don’t need them anymore,” you said before turning your head to look away. Hoseok pressed a soft kiss to your cheek. “Fair enough,” he replied. “I just need you.” The two of you sat in the hot water, a comfortable silence filled the air before you sat up and turned to face him. “I’m still not letting you off the hook. If you don’t keep the sound down, I’m not fucking you ever again.” Hoseok grimaced and nodded. “Deal.”

[catdares]

[ Peter x Felicia ]

send me a ship and i’ll tell you || accepting

who hogs the duvet:

felicia sleeps on top of peter so luckily she can’t be a blanket hog

who texts/rings to check how their day is going:

both of them. felicia usually does it right when she gets up. peter does later in the afternoon before he’s going to head home from work. 

who’s the most creative when it comes to gifts

peter. again out of necessity. what do you get the girl who can get herself anything? you gotta get creative. she’s always REMARKABLY and genuinely enthusiastic about his presents though. 

who gets up first in the morning:

peter. felicia gets up to see him off and kiss him good bye bc she loves him. then she crawls back under her duvet and goes RIGHT back to bed. 

who suggests new things in bed:

they don’t really need to do new things in bed. first off, peter knows her history so he’s very understanding about her wants in bed. and more than that like ... they know each other so well. and they’ve been doing this for a while now. they know what works. you don’t mess with success! 

who cries at movies

felicia. especially if its got animals in it. have you ever seen an adult woman cry at disney’s bolt? well peter has. 

who gives unprompted massages

both of them. 

who fusses over the other when they’re sick

felicia. felicia fusses SO MUCH. 

who gets jealous easiest

also felicia. she h a t e s that part of herself though, so usually she doesn’t say anything about said jealousy. she just chokes it down and tries to go on with her day. 

who has the most embarrassing taste in music

felicia’s not embarrassed by her taste in music but she probably should be. 

who collects something unusual

felicia. you know stolen art is something that can be deeply personal.

who takes the longest to get ready

felicia.

who is the most tidy and organised

felicia. peter gets his office that he can be as messy as he wants in. that mess is not allowed to spill outside of that office though. felicia doesn’t go into the office, because the times she’s had to open that door and peak inside the crushing need to clean overwhelms her. she’s forbidden food from going to into the office. that is a hard rule, he’s not allowed to break. 

who gets most excited about the holidays

felicia. she loves them! she loves getting to celebrate them with peter! 

who is the big spoon/little spoon

felicia sleeps curled into his chest. or on top of him so … neither.

who gets most competitive when playing games and/or sports

felicia. she’s terrible. 

who starts the most arguments

matt. but on accident bc he has -3 braincells.

who suggests that they buy a pet

felicia comes with two cats. so sorry. you take them with her when she moves in. or they’re at her apartment when you move in. it’s a 3 cat package deal.

what couple traditions they have

dinners on rooftops. playing tag on slow nights. only pictures of the pair of them in the bedroom. felicia wears spider-man merch when she wants to get out of trouble and it works EVERY time. felicia makes chicken noodle soup when he’s sick. peter makes a run to queens and gets ajiaco from her grandma when she’s sick. 

what tv shows they watch together

the good place. westworld. nailed it. bob’s burgers. old re-runs of the simpsons. breaking bad. the office. parks and rec. honestly anything. 

what other couple they hang out with

luke & jess. idk. whoever they’re hanging out with is probably more of a peter’s friend than a felicia friend. 

how they spend time together as a couple

beating up bad guys. running around on rooftops. sex. cuddling. grocery shopping. going to one of felicia’s many, MANY family functions. breakfast on sundays with aunt may. watching tv. sitting quietly at opposite ends of the couch reading different books. 

who made the first move

felicia. of course. peter was attempting to apprehend a pesky criminal intent on breaking a man out of prison. felicia was ... attempting to break her father out of prison but like when you gotta flirt you gotta flirt. 

who brings flowers home

mostly peter. felicia sometimes sneaks into his classroom and leaves flowers for him there though. 

who is the best cook

felicia. it’s not even a contest. 

[happyfunnycoolgirl96]

nothing descriptively gross under the cut just some columbine talk and the usual winding down

the guys i knew at my old school always joked about the worse parts of tumblr with me irl so it seems fake to me that those parts actually exist since it’s so hard to conceptualize when it’s being told to you face to face opposed to like, reading about it on a post. stuff like joking over people who go “me and josh dun share kin memories and i’ll murder anypony thats a double” you know? anyway i was just checkin out blogs that looked funny or looked like they were run by chill people and there was this guy who was a fuckin, uh reblogging shit from that fanbase that worships serial killers. it was so jarring it was like, here’s a snarthurt post, here’s a guy sliding down a banister and doing a backflip, “i’m thirsty for dahmer”, here’s some ok ko fanart. specifically it was this columbine shooter amv set to This Is My Fight Song and that stuff snapped me out of my soup high at the speed of sound, guys i wish i could brush off that kind of stuff easy and just go about my day but i’m way too empathetic for this kind of stuff i guess

i was gonna originally end the post here but i’m gonna go on a tangent just because i have time wheeeee

i’m gonna steer off course here since i already put everything under a cut and don’t have to care about this getting long, and say that, every time i see a really WEIRD post like something as general as “i hate belarus and every single fucker who lives there” or something as unimportant as “i wanna strangle people who like dogs” and it has thousands of notes, and it’s just people silently reblogging? i bet the belarus and dog people examples sound exaggerated or like the beginning of a straw man argument but those are the genuine vibes i get from some posts like... let me think of an example. there was this one time where i saw a post that went along the lines of “(south american country (don’t remember the name)) and the people in there make me so uneasy like if you tell me you’re from this country i’m gonna start backing tf  away. lmao.” and it was all silent reblogs so i just said “what happened to u in there” cuz i don’t know this fucker, idk what they’ve been through. maybe they got mugged there or something and then this guy just responds “don’t speak to me thanks :)” (i fucking hate passive aggressive smileys but then. i hate passive aggressive anything) and then they blocked me, like where oh where did you learn that that was an okay response to anything, ever, if you’re gonna block me for expressing concern on your abstract as hell public post why are you gonna react like that. so, just putting that out there, those posts cheese me out cuz it gets me confused about like, what’s the country lore? why would you hate a whole country? i mean getting bitter about it and posting about it isn’t my route and i get why you would hate... the leader of a country, the way a country is run, what the leaders of those countries did in the past or plan to do in the future, but i see so much country hate and it’s not even commonly hated countries sort of like how everyone hated on germany lmao, like i’ll see a hate post for a country that i don’t even know where to start on why you would even hate this country it’s so alright and settled, like sometimes i see a “i hate france. we stan canada” post and it’s widespread enough to make me super uncomfortable. maybe i’m just too soft and doughy for these guys but like, you ever think about every mother father child innocent citizen living in a country and you ever think about their feelings when they read something like that

WHICH MOVES ME ON TO MY NEXT POINT

which is weird posts that just talks about hating something that contains a lot of different people and portrays them as some sort of hivemind or like, whatever manipulative tactic a random 25 year old would use to dehumanize people who don’t like the company of.... mouthbreathers or something. and you go into the notes to see what’s up and a bunch of people are like “why would you want to kill men? i’m trans and whats your deal” or “why do you want to kill people who listen to kpop? i’m korean not everybody who listens to pop wants to finger jimin” or something that follows that structure (kill all kpop fans and kill all men are the two most common posts i see that strike me as like, kind of weird to spread when its so generic btw those weren’t examples pick out of a hat) and then somebody jumps in and says ITS A FUCKING JOKE PEOPLE 😂😂😂 like i really hate someone doing that because an og post would be phrased so genuinely and real, like it makes me think that that’s a real person behind that screen who lives their life like everybody else except they think in such black and white bold statements. i like to think i’m someone who can pass through a crowd and look generally normal, but when someone swoops in and says SIKE WHAT ARE YOU AN IDIOT ITS A JOOOOOKE CHIILLLLLL it makes me question, just how fucking well i DO mesh in with everybody else? was everybody else in on the joke? what’s the punchline? you think all pisces should die in a hole? whats going on. there are only a couple of people who i know are like “I DONT GET THE JOKE” all the time, in real life and they’re kinda annoying i suppose. like you could make a joke and this kind of person would be like, “why are you guys even laughing i hate people.” that probably sounds fake but that actually happened like i was bantering with this girl at my new school and i make some joke about how the public school lunch sucked, i dont remember the punchline it was probably something tame just to get to know her or some weak shit like that, but this girl looked me in the eyes and said “that’s not funny” in a deadpan voice then later walked off while i was answering this one question she asked me about the school clubs. the fuck, anyway actually having that role where you’re the guy asking “whats with this post?” and everyone just says ITS A JOOOKE and you didn’t even sense in the slightest that this could be a joke, at all, in any way... it just feels REAL alienating, it makes you feel like a bona fide dumbass, and you sorta see yourself as the jerkass telling some random chick at school “that’s not funny” then walking away as they answer something. it makes you feel like there’s something wrong with you that people have always been able to sense. it makes you feel too intense and uneasy in your own skin like you don’t know yourself at all and everyone around you is pretending and keeping up an act so that you, the fool, don’t realize you’re embarrassing yourself.

anyway. if you actually read all the way to the end... kudos i’m not gonna revise this or look over it at all so its gonna be a wild ride to read i know it. you get 20 brownie points from me personally have a good day

[purple-possibilities]

(for the modified fmk meme): Madara, Sakumo, Kakashi 💖

Hmmm… (as usual, this got too long.  Check it out under the cut!)

Slow burn with Kakashi

I’m going with this because I feel like everyromance with Kakashi is somehow slow burn. Like, even if this was the Fake Dating or Enemies to Lovers, it would beslow af.  Maybe not on my part (becauseanyone who doesn’t know that I’m already in love with him probably just arrivedfrom another galaxy) but Kakashi seems to me like someone who would need a lot of time to a) realise he hasromantic feelings, b) accept thoseromantic feelings, and c) act on those romantic feelings.  One does not push Kakashi into anything, methinks, and I feel like, unless he was in the stage where he was trying to workup the courage to make a move, he would not react well to any romanticovertures.   So slow burn it is!

I… have no clue how this would happen.  

Uh… I hate to be obvious, but I think itwould be an Icha Icha thing.  Like, bothof us reaching for the last copy of the new Icha Icha movie at the same time,fighting over who gets to buy it, and eventually agreeing that Kakashi can keepit if he lets me come over and watch it whenever.  He totally does not agree and takes the movieand runs, leaving me to pay for it.  Itotally find Gai and get him to bring me to Kakashi’s apartment.  

Even if Kakashi isn’t there, Gai and I find ourway into Kakashi’s apartment so I can get that DVD or VHS or whatever formatthis movie is in, I don’t understand technology in the Narutoverse.  So I’ve got the movie hostage, and Gai is doinga wonderful job keeping Kakashi distracted with relentless challenges so I canactually watch this film (thanks Gai, you’re a star).  

At some point—probably while I’m still watching the movie—Kakashi hunts me down to get the movie back. He, of course, cannot leave while the movie is on, and he watches therest of it with me, before trying to take the DVD (it’s a DVD now, officially)and run.  I, of course, argue that it’sactually mine since he left me to pay for it, and he’s the thief.  

It turnsinto a game of cat and mouse, where we’re both cats and that DVD is the mousewe’re fighting over.  Eventually, I startstealing his other Icha Icha things, as a ‘replacement’ for him stealing my DVD. This, of course, does not go over well, and Kakashi begins to steal my Icha Icha things.  

This eventually escalates to the point of him stealing mylimited edition, Icha Icha thong (its bright orange with the red circle withthe strike through it on the crotch), and I—of course—offer to model it forhim (am I joking?  Probably not).  I think, that’s when he starts thinking of meas a woman and not someone fighting over Icha Icha things.  

So he starts getting kind of flustered, butthings continue on in this manner, for a while (I, of course, steal his IchaIcha boxers.  He finds me wearing themand an old shirt so short it might as well be a crop top one day, watching the Icha Icha DVD we first started fighting over,because of course I’d wear his underwear do you even know me?  He maybe doesn’t wash them after.  I feel like Kakashi has a thing for underwearlol).  Maybe I start hitting on him withthe cheesiest lines from Icha Icha.  Heis too flustered to reciprocate.

Some time later, Kakashi comes over to my place with the originalDVD we were fighting over, and offers it to me. It’s his subtle way of confessing his feelings.  But, I get really sad about his offer, because Iconsider it him saying ‘we need to stop these silly games I don’t want you inmy life anymore.’  I tell him to keep itas a parting gift.  He gets all sad andconfused, but leaves.  

We don’t see eachother for a while, until Jiraiya gets involved. He was totally shipping it (his two biggest fans finding love because ofhis series?  Jiraiya would go crazy forthat).  Jiraiya goes to talk to Kakashiabout it, and tries to encourage him to make a move, but Kakashi doesn’tlisten.  So then Jiraiya comes to me toexplain what Kakashi meant by giving me the DVD, and I don’t believe himeither.

Then one day, I find the DVD in my apartment.  I get mad and go over to Kakashi’s place togive it back, because I gave it to youdammit you can’t give back a gift and maybe I start getting pushy andKakashi starts getting frustrated and I say something stupid like I don’t want it because every time I see itI think about you and how you want nothing to do with me and then somethingclicks in his head about why I thought him giving me the DVD was agoodbye.  He tells me he didn’t mean itlike that, he just thought he’d be a gentleman and let the lady have theDVD.  I’d tell him that gentlemen don’t steal women’s lingerieand he of course blushes red all the way up to his ears.  

At this point, it goes one of two ways.  Either we confess to each other or kiss orsomething and then continue to date like two awkward high schoolers, OR things sorta go back to how they were before,only we’re both super blushie and awkward and like ‘idk what’s going on’ andthe slow burn continues until one day we’re doing our ‘I’m not flirting’-flirtingand someone (probably Jiraiya, or hell, maybe Tsunade or Anko) yells “JUST KISSALREADY!” because dear god is it painful to watch us draw things out so long.  

And we of course try to deny it like whaaa? Why would you— “It’s—we—but—“ and that same someone is like “Youtwo are so obvious everyone can see you have feelings for each other justconfess already,” and we’re like Well, Imean, if you liked me, I could like you… “Maa, I could take you out, if youwanted, since I am a gentleman…” and then we start dating like two awkwardhigh schoolers.  Until we figure shit outand then it’s just a really laid back, kinky relationship.  

Jiraiya’s next Icha Icha is about us.  It’s his bestselling series.

Fake dating with Sakumo

 I… also have no clue how this would work.  

Hmm… Sakumo’s friends are pushing him to ‘getback out there’ after Kakashi’s mom dies. He totally isn’t ready for that. I—being the best bro a bro could ask for—tell him to tell his friendsthat he’s asked me out, so they get off his back.  His friends don’t believe him, and ask whattime this date is for, and where.  And ofcourse Sakumo realises they’re going to spy on him.  So we go on this fake date, and Sakumo issuch a perfect gentlemen, but is totally not ready to be dating, so he’s politebut not really flirty.  

After the date, his friends ask him how it went (they know,they think it was a dud because there was no goodnight kiss and like, no chemistry) and he tells themthat we’re going out again.  And theycontinue to follow him, so we continue having to date, for like a few months.  We figure we don’t need to dateforever, just long enough for it to look like he got attached, and then endthings.

So we end up fake dating for like, six months, and Sakumofake confesses his love for me, and I fake confess back.  We plan the break up for the seventh month,but at that point Sakumo is like, ‘you know, I just enjoy spending time withyou.  You don’t pressure me into doingsomething I’m not comfortable with, and it’s nice to have adult company”—hemostly spends time with Kakashi and Jiraiya (who definitely doesn’t constituteas an ‘adult’ even though he is over 25 years old at this point)—“We can keeppretend dating, if you want?” and he genuinely means it as friends.  I’m cool with this, because while he’sdelicious he’s been broadcasting pretty platonically, and if I have feelings atthis point I’m pretending they don’t exist/stamping them down because I’mpretty sure I don’t have a chance.  But Iagree to keep going on these fake dates, because it’s nice to be taken out andthere’s no one I’m interested in, so why not?

Sakumo had been keeping me away from Kakashi so as not to confusehim, (because Kakashi is like, four or five at this point) but since we’repretty close as friends, I finally get the introduction.  We start going out together and doing familythings, and Kakashi—little genius that he is—asks if I’m Sakumo’sgirlfriend.  Which Sakumo of coursedenies, very flustered (“where did Kakashi learn about dating?” Sakumo laterasks, totally one of those parents who sees his baby as totally innocent andpure lol).  Kakashi just gives him a “Mmhmm…”and that deadpan stare he’s known for. Kakashi is also probably a little shit towards me, because he’d bejealous that someone is taking his tousan’s time.

Eventually, Sakumo gets comfortable with thearrangement.  Maybe he starts to let outsome of his flirty side (and he’s so dangerous while he’s flirting, you’d needa chastity belt not to get pulled under him lol). It’s that kind of dark suggestive flirting that gets your heart pumpingand thinking about things between the sheets. So I start flirting back, because I’m a competitive flirter, you don’tfluster me I fluster you what is this??? And then maybe the flirting goes too far and we end up in bed because we’vebeen fake dating for like two years what is this slow burn bs this was supposedto be the fake dating trope it can’t be both.

Sakumo gets cold feet and is like, “this can’t happenagain!  I can’t!” And I totally respectthat.  So we break up.  And we’re both mopey about it.  Kakashi notices that his tousan is being asad bean, and finally is like “Jiraiya-sama says you can fix any problem with a ladywith flowers and a lot of begging.” And Sakumo goes red and gets all flustereddenies that anything is wrong, but of course Kakashi gives him that deadpanstare and adds “he said chocolates help too, but who likes chocolate?  You should make her some miso witheggplant.  That would probably workbetter.” And Sakumo laughs wetly and hugs cute little Kakachibi, and gets readyto follow Kakashi’s advice (minus the soup lol).

Sakumo does do the cliché, kneeling outside your door withflowers and begging to be taken back, and how can I say no to that??? Do youknow who I am (and how weak I am to the Hatake family)???  Of course I take him back, and we make sweet,sweet love lol.  I ask Sakumo whatbrought on the change, and he tells me it was Kakashi, so I make the kiddo his favourite soup as a thanks.  We’re chill after that haha.

Enemies to Lovers with Madara

It is so easy to be enemies with Madara.  Madara makes enemies with like, theneighbourhood cats, the squirrels in the backyard, the ducks in the river that’slike a two mile walk from his house (one of the ducks got in his way while hewas practising skipping stones.  He was going to make it all the way acrossthe river that time, if it weren’t for those stupid ducks!).  Like, Madarawould make an enemy with himself, it’s just so easy to become enemies with thisman.  Even in AUs.  But why are we enemies, hmm…

I caught him yelling at the ducks and made fun of him.  Obviously. He totally didn’t like that.  Iwas a pretty shy kid (let’s say we’re 11 or 12ish in this scenario), but Madarais just the type of bully that has always pulled me out of my shell.  I also have always had an uncanny ability tounderstand what makes people tick, and I may have used that a lot to tellbullies off (it was too much power in too small hands. I hurt a lot of kidsworse than they probably deserved. They did stop trying to bully me and myfriends though, which worked out for me). So I of course ruin Madara with some casual observation of hisinadequacies (you’re mad at the ducksbecause you can’t admit that you’re just not all that great, and you’ll neverbe anything more than a kid who can’t even admit that he’s not good enough toskip a stone across a river).  Hewill vow revenge on me (like he does everything else) and practice even harderto skip that damn stone across the river.

Madara ends up “casually” bumping into me to brag aboutthings, and I very skeptically don’t believe him, and get even meaner with mywords—although at this point it’s unintentional (it sounds like you’re trying to convince yourself, not me, and you’renot very good at that either).  I don’tactually hate him (I don’t hate people) but braggarts do bother the shit out of me, and Madara’s attitude will have merolling my eyes and moving on, not impressed. He tries to be mean back, telling me I’m stupid and ugly and useless,but I’d just shrug him off because whywould I care if some loser thinks I’m stupid or ugly or useless?  A loser’s opinion doesn’t mean anything.

Madara ends up getting teased by other people for how mucheffort he puts into proving himself to me. Meanwhile, I’m just living my life, not really thinking about him.  Madara’s spends so much time trying toimpress me that, even though he hates me, he is very desperately looking for myapproval.  He seems like the type of guyto very easily fall into this situation. 

So he takes me to the river one day, and shows me that he can skip the stupidrock all the way across to the other bank. Wow, Madara.  You’re soooo talented.  You can finally skip a rock across ariver.  That’s soooo useful (did Imention that I was a very sarcastic child?). So Madara is even more frustrated, because even though he’s completedhis task I’m still not giving him the praise and adoration he feels is hisdue.  

Then Madara starts trying to impress me with otherthings.  And I remain unimpressed.  So he tries harder.  Eventually, I get tired of this.  Look,Madara.  Do you even really care what Ithink?  Or is this just you beinginsecure and desperately looking for external reassurances, because you don’tlike yourself enough to actually believe in your own worth? I’m no one specialto impress; I’m just some kid who didn’t like seeing you throw rocks at ducks. Because I didn’t own kiddie gloves whenI was a kid and I was the type of person who encouraged metacognitive reflectionon the self (yeah, I was a weird kid).  

So Madara stomps off and decides he’s got nothing to proveto me, because, like I said, he really has no reason to want to impress me.  I can’teven skip stones, what does my opinion matter? And maybe I start to get lonely without his constant company.  It’s nice to feel important, like you havesome sort of inherent value to another person, for whatever reason.  Kind of an ego boost.  

I miss him. Madara is just grumpier, because he’s the type of person who needs agoal or he goes kind of crazy, and he also feels like he wasted all this timetrying to impress me when that is, like, actually literally impossible.

I start to feel super guilty.  I talk to my mom about it, and she tells mehow horribly mean I’ve been, and I feel worse. So I eventually go to apologize, and to tell him that he really is greatat skipping stones, and he just totally doesn’t want to hear it.  I pushed things too far.  He actually doesn’t want anything to do withme.  I sigh and say I’m sorry for beingso mean, and then I leave.

Some time passes, like, a few months.  I find Madara one day sulking, and I ask him what’swrong.  He doesn’t want to talk at first,but ends up ranting about Hashirama and their competition and the pressure hefeels from his dad, and while I’m listening I suddenly realise that I was notknocking down a kid who thought too much about himself, but actually stompingon the ego of someone who legitimately needed encouragement. 

I tell him that, while I don’t think skippingstones is an important talent, the fact that he managed to reach his goal ofskipping a stone all the way across the river shows that, when he puts his mindto something, he can get it done.  So ofcourse I believe in him, and his ability to exceed his father’s goals andHashirama’s talents, because no one is as stubborn as Madara.  

ButI add Whether I believe in you or notshouldn’t matter.  It’s whether youbelieve in you that’s important.  Andobviously you do, or else you would have given up on getting that stone acrossthe river, instead of trying again and again until you could do it.

Madara, who probably hasn’t been given a lot of encouragementin his life, is like “woah my god, recognition!” and maybe it fries his preteenbrain just a little, and he goes all red and stuttery.  

And so, he tries to impress me even more, andI’m totally encouraging him at this point. And we grow up together, and we get closer, and we hit puberty and startgrowing up and maybe that translates into some tentative hand-holding and shy,awkward kisses, and we haven’t said that we’re dating but like, we’re totallydating.

Life goes on.  Izunadies.  Konoha is formed.  Madara starts to feel unimportant again.  I’m not enough to convince him of hisworth.  He tells me about his plans toleave the village, and asks me to come with him.  I tell him he’s crazy and should stay.  That’s obviously the wrong thing to say, andhe leaves without me.  Or maybe hehypnotises me into coming with him with his Sharingan (I honestly wouldn’t putit past him).  Who knows.  

If I stay in the village, then its Lovers to Enemies, and wekind of go full circle.  I probably don’tsee him again once he’s presumed dead, and I never get married and diealone.  

If I get kidnapped, Madara eventually has to change the genjutsuhe’s used on me, because he doesn’t want a zombie, he wants me. So he makes up some lie about why we had to leave, and keeps me verysecluded from the outside world.  Henever tells me his Infinite Tsukuyomi plan, and once he attaches himself to thetree, he has a hard time keeping me on a leash (he’s cocky enough to think thathe’s prepared enough contingencies for me to never find out the truth).  But it comes out eventually, and I try toescape (no such luck, Zetsu is hard to escape) and either I get furtherbrainwashed, or killed.  Either way, I’mnot me anymore.

Wow, that got dark (and holy shit this is over 3.2k).  This is like, my holy trinity ask, lol! I hada lot of fun with this, so thank you for the ask!  

Up next is: 

Izumo/Raido/Genma (now done!)

Sakura/Ino/Temari

Already done:

Jiraiya/Ibiki/Iruka

Put 3 characters in my inbox and I’ll tell you who I’d slow burn/fake date/enemies to lovers with

[moiraineswife]

can you do the ship meme you answered with philippa and whoever else you'd like to answer it for please?

u can indeed!!!!!! i’m going to take advantage of you nonnie and answer this with the last two f/f ships I haven’t done yet. (since I’ve already done Sheala and Triss it seems reasonable to just make things neat and complete) 

Philippa/Yennefer (bc……………yes) 

falls asleep on the couch- Probably Yennefer tbh. Phil has been ranting for a solid 20 minutes about some grievance/scheme/plot/plan/combination of the above and like, pauses for breath/Yennefer’s input only to discover Yennefer dozing in blissful ignorance on the couch in front of her, not taking in a word (Phil would be highly miffed if she didn’t look so adorable in her sleep) 

makes friends with the neighbors- They’d probably mostly keep themselves to themselves but Yennefer will make polite small talk with them if approached by them in the street (and she’ll frog-march Phil away from them if she so much as opens her mouth in their presence…….She will, however, happily allow Phil to aggressively make out with her in front of any neighbours  who disapprove of them, however. The opportunity is just too good to miss (she draws the line at allowing Phil to invite them over for dinner one night, she’s pretty sure they’ll have a heart attack, which is either going to be induced by Phil fingering her at the table or slipping poison into their soup. Depends on her mood.) 

is the adventurous eater- Probably Yennefer. I can see Phil and Yen getting a little restless and travelling quite a lot together. Yennefer would want to try all the delicacies in the new places they were in. (Phil refuses point blank…….unless Yennefer innocently suggests that she can try licking them off of her, then she gets much more interested) 

hogs the covers at night- Tbh they probably both have a tug-of-war every night because they both want them. Phil yanks them off Yen, Yen yanks them off Phil, growling is done, sex is probably had nine times out of ten and then they collapse in a messy heap together, too tired to argue over the covers. Problem solved. 

forgets to do the dishes- Phil. Yen has never described herself as a neat-freak, and never will, but Phil takes messiness to a new level. “I was going to get them eventually, Yenna, don’t fuss.” “Phil, things were breeding on it.” “……..Anyway.” 

tries to surprise their partner more often- Yennefer probably like, makes vague attempts at romantic surprises early on in their relationship and then……gives up. I just can’t see Philippa having a single romantic bone in her body, seriously. Even if she genuinely adores her partner it just…..Doesn’t work. She will make an effort for Yen’s birthdays, though (usually) because she likes being spoiled and fussed over every now and then, and Phil knows that. And when she actually tries she can do the whole romance thing really quite well (she just….doesn’t quite see the point in it. but baby steps, baby steps) 

leaves dirty laundry on the floor- Both of them. It gets aggressively torn off and discarded as they make their way to the bedroom. By the time they’re done with each other, neither of them really feels inclined to tidy up after themselves. (Bonus: Phil wearing Yen’s shirts the next morning (bc i picture Phil being extremely!smol and this image Pleases Me (and Yen))) 

stays up til 2 AM reading- Philippa omg. Yennefer grumbles about it because, ‘Phil, it’s 2am, will you please put the light out and sleep?’ To which the answer is, inevitably, ‘I’ve only got 124 pages left, Yenna, don’t nag.” To which the inevitable answer is Yennefer easing the book out of Phil’s hands, marking the page, closing it and placing it on the bedside table, and kissing her deeply before she can complain. 

sings in the shower- Probably Yennefer. She doesn’t always know all the words and it goes from like, enthusiastically yelling the words to like…vaguely mumbling the bits she doesn’t know…to enthusiastically yelling again. Phil is either deeply amused by this or vaguely irritated, depending on how much sleep she’s had/how sore her head is/how well her latest Scheme is going.) 

takes the selfies- Yennefer probably takes slightly more than Phil but I actually can’t see her going overboard with them? Just a few every now and then at special events and stuff. This is…Another thing that Phil is a bit like ‘No’ on. Unlike the romance thing this is something that she just…Won’t bend on. (She does, grudgingly, allow other people to take their picture for them if they’re out together…and tries not to grimace too much (she inevitably looks like she’s just swallowed a lemon but she insists that she’s trying)) 

plans date night- Hmm, they probably take turns, actually? They get a date about and the other just completely goes with what they want to do and let’s them totally run it. Phil’s are usually fancy restaurants with stunning views that Yenna is just sort of…okay who did you murder to get us in here, Phil? (Philippa just smiles rather disconcertingly, and even more disconcertingly doesn’t answer) Yennefer probably gets tickets to see some performance or other that’s in town and then back to the house for wine, dinner, and sex. 

and finally, the delightful tiny crack!ship interesting to a grand total of me, me, and me: Philippa/Assire: (idk either, i have no explanation, don’t look at me, just go with it) 

falls asleep on the couch- Right, I’m not saying that Assire slipped a light sleeping potion into Philippa’s tea because she hadn’t slept in about three days and Assire was getting worried but….Phil snuggled down and fell fast asleep on the couch about two minutes after finishing the drink Assire sweetly  made for her and insisted she take while it was still hot so like…draw your own conclusions. 

makes friends with the neighbors- Assire makes shy, polite conversation whenever they pass in the street (while repeatedly stamping on Phil’s foot to stop her interjecting with sardonic commentary. She just mutters her comments directly into Assire’s mind via telepathy instead and the poor girl spends the entire thing not to snort with laughter at Phil’s…Insights.)  

is the adventurous eater- Assire adores spicy food, the hotter the better, and she takes great delight in feeding it to Phil every now and then and watching her turn scarlet and reach for a glass of water. Assire isn’t fussy at all, there’s probably a grand total of like three things in the world she doesn’t like, and two of them she will make herself eat to be polite.  

hogs the covers at night- Phil the blanket burrito strikes again. Fortunately, Assire doesn’t really mind this because she always tends to be quite hot at night, and Phil has a nice habit of tugging the covers off of her just as she’s starting to get too hot. So instead of grumbling, Phil gets a grateful little kiss on the side of her head and they both go back to sleep. 

forgets to do the dishes- Philippa. Assire is very neat and very tidy and basically scoops the dishes out from under Philippa the second she’s finished the last bite of her food so that she can wash them up. There is not a spec of dirt anywhere in Assire’s house. (She got so pissy with Phil one time she flew straight in through the window and got rain and feathers EVERYWHERE. Phil has not done so again. One does not piss off Assire, even if one is Philippa Eilhart) 

tries to surprise their partner more often- Omg Assire does but it probably backfires spectacularly because she’s probably just !!! i have a surprise for you! And Phil is all ;) mhm? what might that be? ;) and Assire just, I’ve adopted a cat! And Phil is just……….you have got to be kidding me. And it’s literally the ugliest cat Philippa has ever seen in her entire life, half-chewed off ears, riddled with fleas, matted fur, skinny as anything, but Assire is looking at it like it’s a priceless treasure and telling Phil that she found it outside all alone, with no-one to take care of it. So now they’ve adopted it. And Phil is just like ???? you are too pure how did I ever fall in love with u?(Also Phil is totally allergic to the cat, and it hates her as much as she hates it…but it’s also crafty af like her so it will curl up in her lap and purr and be all over her and Assire is so happy because “look, he likes you Pippa!!” Phil is looking into its demonic yellow eyes knowing full-well it’s only doing this to get her covered in cat hair so she spends all night sneezing. And she just glowers down at it and grinds out through gritted teeth, “Yes, he does, isn’t that lovely?” Meanwhile she’s planning about six different ways to poison it without Assire noticing (she never does but dammit she’s tempted) Also, apparently Assire attracts scheming devil-beasts and somehow manages to tame them? there you are))  

leaves dirty laundry on the floor- Philippa does and Assire gets grumpy (and also the cat sleeps on them, to further infect her with its fluff) So between Assire’s disapproval and the demon-cats scheming, Phil starts tidying up after herself a little more, cursing both of them to high heaven. 

stays up til 2 AM reading- Actually probably both of them? Philippa is probably researching while Assire is reading some fictional book that keeps making her cry (she concludes her research at a reasonable time, the night is devoted to pleasure reading), but they’re both up and in the same room and they both have that kind of ‘I’m starting, I’m finishing it’ type of mentality? (Assire is the one who stops Phil reading though, because her book comes to an end while Philippa gets caught up in an endless circle of checking this and that and the other and Assire just, no reading time is over it’s time for bed now, Philippa)  

sings in the shower- Assire probably sleepily mumbles something without really realising she’s doing it when she takes morning showers (it takes a little while for her to wake up) 

takes the selfies- Probably neither of them, tbh. Assire is too shy and Philippa is too…not bothered. They don’t have very many pictures of themselves, and Assire is always a little bothered by that fact and tries to get more taken of them. Philippa indulges her bc Philippa does not say no to Assire about anything. 

plans date night- Philippa plans them when they actually go out but sometimes Assire will just announce that it’s date night to stop Philippa working. When Assire plans it, it basically just consists of her deciding she’s feeling distinctly underappreciated and she cooks Philippa some nice food and then spends the night sitting on her so that they spend some quality time together with absolutely no interruptions for work/scheming. 

[whereexomeetsfandom]

Impressions of the boys after EXO'rDIUM in LA (20170428)

I promised I would do one of these about a month ago, so here it is. I wrote it up on the plane back home, so I apologize for any weird sentences or grammar. I’m still a little brain dead tbh. :P

Do Kyungsoo: Soo is so tiny?? Photos and videos do not do justice to how petite this boy really is. And somehow, despite his size, he is so incredibly intense. I caught him gazing at the other boys several times and his eyes always clearly show how adoring and proud of them he is. It really makes sense that he’s making a name for himself within the acting world, because his very persona lends well to expressing emotion in an easy-to-read way. Also, he’s such an angel at heart. He was very smiley and appreciative to the fans while also being very adorable and playful with the other boys during the encore. The stereotype that he’s cold-hearted is completely and utterly false, and I feel as if it would take a lot for him to feel any genuine ill-will towards another human being. I would also like the record to state that his voice is even more heavenly in real life than it is in videos, which seems very impossible, I know.

Kim Junmyeon: Suho is sorely under-appreciated by the fandom on a whole considering how absolutely precious and kind-hearted he is. The fact that he made an effort to learn English so that he could speak to us personally and without a translator was very heartfelt. I could tell that it wasn’t him just learning specific lines to repeat later either, because he was thinking about how to say what he wanted quite often. In the end, I would say that about 80% of his ments were in English, and I was so proud of him for all of that effort that wasn’t even necessary. Also, he’s one of the most loving people of EXO-Ls, and I don’t care what anyone says in spite of this. Before the acoustic section started, he really tried to make the people in my section step back so that we could breath and be safe. He continuously asked us if we were ok with its progress until he heard a resounding yes from us all and refused to continue performing until then. He really exemplifies what a true leader should be, and I wish he felt the love at the same intensity and passion that other members do, because he is the most deserving person of it within the whole group by far.

Park Chanyeol: People are not joking when they say he is a child stuck in an adult’s body. He was always very playful with other members and people in the crowd, to the point that he seems a bit zany for it (but totally in the best of ways). I believe it was during Growl when he was on the right side of the main stage and waved very enthusiastically to a little kid sitting in the very first seat of the first row, and it was one of the most adorable things I’ve ever witnessed. That, along with the fact that he was always actively scanning the pit to try and single out his stans and energetically acknowledge them, really proves to me that he lives and breathes a happiness that is beyond contagious. It really is impossible to look at him and not have a giant smile on your face. He was even super happy-looking during the really sensual choreos, like artificial love, and if that ain’t chanyeol’s brand, then idk what is. (I also think that his rapping voice should be illegal because it penetrated the crowd so resoundingly and made me breathless, but ya know.)

Byun Baekhyun: I’ve always nicknamed him a little shit, and I literally cannot think of anything else to describe him with in regards to last night. He was very into all the choreography-heavy songs, and brought the appropriate energy to each. In other words, he smirked and winked A LOT during Playboy and Artifical Love (rude af) and grinned really adorably during LMR and Growl (also rude af). I swear he knows what that does to us and continues to do it for that sole reason. Don’t get me started on all the adorableness that was his reaction to us singing happy birthday during his last ment, either. He kept thanking us and smiling largely and did this really cute thing where he went “bang bang!” over and over while shooting us finger guns. He’s extra in all the right ways, and I feel as if you have to be a very forward and big-personality type of person in order to stan him and match his beautiful craziness. (He also waved enthusiastically to the same child Chanyeol did, if you needed more proof to how large his precious heart is.)

Kim Minseok: Is this boy on some kind of drug? I’m honestly really curious, because I don’t know how one person is capable of having so much energy, let alone someone who is as old as he is. Anytime my eyes caught him, he was either 1) dancing really passionately (why does no one consider him to be a part of the dance line when he clearly has the skill and execution down pat?), 2) shooting the crowd so much aegyo that I felt my teeth rotting in my head (he’s a precious bub is what he is; a Mexican EXO-L nicknamed him a tiny bowl of soup and I think that’s the cutest and most accurate thing ever), or 3) singing as if it was his last day on this earth and that he had to make this performance count (wowie his voice is crystal clear live, I was so blessed). For how shy and introverted he seems to be as a person, he’s truly outgoing on stage, and I hope he knows how much we truly appreciate him giving us 110% the entire time. He was born to do this and you can really tell he loves being the idol he is.

Oh Sehun: I know now why he’s as sassy as he is: he loves the validation it brings. I don’t mean this in a bad way whatsoever; he just genuinely enjoys being in the spotlight and having peoples’ attention. He feeds off of it and converts that into giving really compelling and composed performances. I’ve always loved his dancing style the best because it’s very sharp while remaining graceful, and seeing that live has proved to me that his dancing is literally just his personality personified. Maybe that’s some kind of sign of the progress he’s made as a person too, because in early debut days, he always gave me the impression that he was a bit reserved while always having that potential to be friendly and receptive of others. In my mind, his effervescent stage presence is his way to pay back all the fans who love him whole-heartedly, and that’s really beautiful to witness.

Kim Jongin: Whereas Minseok’s passion felt hard, Jongin’s is a bit softer. He somehow manages to squeeze a lot of energy for performing into minimalistic gestures and seemingly effortless dancing and singing. It’s no wonder people easily swoon over him, because he really does feel gentle as a whole (yes, even through all those really rude smirks and intense eyes he gives the camera). I think it’s that sleepiness kind of vibe that just seems to follow him wherever he goes. Obviously he has his really bright moments, especially when he gives his really derpy laugh-smile, but it’s never overwhelmingly in your face. I even remember hearing him sing and thinking he has the kind of voice that would be perfect for putting someone peacefully to sleep at night, because he has a presence that settles comfortably under your skin and makes you feel warm.

Kim Jongdae: Boy let me tell you his falsettos are something people could write poetry about. They’re so breathtakingly gorgeous to hear live, and it’s hard to describe just how beautifully ringing his voice is. I was really pleasantly surprised by how well his voice fit into the songs as a whole too, because I always had this impression that his loud personality can potentially be over-shadowing. But I think his kindness allows him to know when to reign himself in, and that’s really refreshing to witness. Don’t think that he filters himself in any way, though. He’s as bright as you see him in videos and laughs loudly and smiles largely and never hides himself away. I just think he has it engrained in himself to also be compassionate and to give the spotlight to others when he feels they deserve it (like can we talk about that adorable suchen moment during Love, Love, Love when he framed suho’s face with his hand while it was his turn to sing?).

[ishtonarwin1994]

Nightmares. Ashton Imagine

Summary: Ashton has nightmares when he’s away from you.  Basically just a lot of cute moments and fluff idk :) (longer than I expected it to be but  also constructive criticism on my writing is more than welcome!!) 

Your flight had landed at nine that morning.  You ubered to the venue the boys would be playing this week, hoping to catch them at soundcheck.  Once you showed up, the bodyguards immediately recognized you and let you into the back entrance.

Entering the backstage area you see Michael. “Hey y/n!” he yells enthusiastically waving like he hasn’t see you in years.  “Hey Mike” you respond walking into his embrace. He hugs you tight before letting go.  “Ashton’s on stage having the drum tech’s meddle with his kit some more, you know how he is.”  You laugh knowing all too well how Ash constantly wants his drums to be perfect.  Adjusting and re-adjusting them until every cymbal is tight enough and every drum exactly how he wants it.  You tell Mikey thanks before heading to find Ashton.

Pushing through the curtains you walk onto the side of the stage stopping to watch Ashton for a moment; you couldn’t help it.  He’s sat on his stool behind his kit while two of the technicians work on fixing the snare drum.  Ash is tapping away on the ride cymbal making slight adjustments.  His face is one of focus as he obviously hears something is off.  You come out of your hiding place and start walking over to him.  At the sound of your feet approaching he snaps from his thoughts.  A huge smile crosses his face as he jumps from his seat rushing towards you.  Ashton crashes into you pulling you tightly to his chest.  “Y/n” he mumbles into your hair.  You stand like that for a while hugging each other and rocking back and forth, just glad to be in each others presence again.  Finally you two pull away.  Ashton’s hands are on either side of your face, as he pulls back to look at you.  “Ok, no major changes to report, subject still looks the same after three months, might have obtained a few more freckles.” “Oh stop it.” you say laughing at his attempted humor while jokingly pushing him away.  Ashton leans in kissing your forehead.  “You want me to come show you around?” he offers.  “No, no its ok I’ll figure it out. Go ahead and finish fixing your drums.” He smiles at you before reluctantly returning back to his stool and starting to test out the drum that the tech’s had just fixed.

You sat down at the table in the catering room backstage with Calum who you had bumped into wandering around the venue. You hadn’t eaten since those mini pretzels they gave you on the plane so you both decided to go find some food.  The conversation flowed easy with Calum just like it always did. You guys talk about tour, the new movies you’ve seen, books you’ve read, etc.  “Well I’m sure Ashton’s glad you’re here.” Calum states. “He better be, I had to wait an hour and a half for my luggage” you respond jokingly.  “Yeah he can finally sleep now.” You stop eating and look up at Calum, “What?”  Calum stops eating as well, spoonful of soup halfway to his mouth.  “He didn’t mention this to you?” he asks incredulously.  You shake your head “No”.  Calum sighs before continuing,  “He can’t sleep whenever you’re not here.  He has nightmares or he just can’t fall asleep. The amount of times I’ve woken up over the past three months, at like 1 am, to find him sitting up on the tour bus going through pictures of you guys together on his phone, well it’s a lot..”.  You sit dumfounded and wonder aloud “Why wouldn’t he tell me?”.  Calum pushes away from the table taking his food with him, obviously intending to leave you to your own thoughts. He feels that he’s already said too much. “I don’t know probably didn’t want to worry you.”        

You stared in the mirror brushing your teeth. You had gone out to dinner with all the guys and it was filled with laughter and jokes. It was always nice to be back with all of them. You couldn’t find the right time to ask Ashton about his sleeping patterns though. Rinsing your toothbrush you switched off the light and walked into the hotel bedroom. Slipping under the fluffy white duvet you looked at Ashton sitting on the other side of the bed with his glasses on engrossed in his book. Rolling over to face him you start tentatively “Ash…” “Yeah” he answers, eyes still glued to his book. “Why didn’t you tell me you have nightmares when I’m not here?”.  He tenses up before slowly closing his book and placing it on the bedside table. He takes his glasses off and folds the arms in placing them on top of the book. “Who told you?” “Calum, but it should’ve been you.” Ashton sighs rolling over to look at you. He takes your hand in his. “I didn’t want you to worry. I know you already make yourself paranoid about me when I’m away and…you don’t need another thing on your plate ok. So what? Of course I miss you not lying next to me and I can’t sleep but that’s normal.” He shrugs “But what about the nightmares?” you ask. “It’s just… it’s just the stress babe.  You know being on tour, new city different night. That’s all it is. Don’t worry about it, your here now and-” “But three months Ashton! THREE months that’s a long time to go without a solid nights sleep.” you burst out exasperatedly.  He rubs your arm soothingly “I’ve been fine. It’s not every night. Just some of them.  Sometimes you’re here.  C'mon let’s just let this one go for tonight, we’ve gotta be up early tomorrow anyways.  "Fine” you say reluctantly allowing him to pull you into his chest.  The both of you drifting off to sleep.

You open your eyes to darkness, unsure of what woke you from such a deep sleep.  Your confusion is short lived when you hear Ashton’s voice.  Still trapped in slumber he rolls around next to you yelling out your name intermingled with a series of no’s from time to time.  You lean over and gently begin to shake his shoulder. “Ash…Ash” you call out softly.  He wakes up abruptly, jolting upright in bed.  He sits there for a minute breathing heavily, while you rub his back soothingly.  He runs his hands over his face shaking his head.  He squeezes his eye shut as if trying to rid his mind of the images from moments ago.  Ash slowly lies back down on his side facing you.  He reaches out motioning for you to move closer.  He wraps his arms around you, you two now lie face to face.  Looking at Ashton you see his mind is somewhere else.  You push the hair off of his forehead.  The sweat produced by his tormenting dream caused it to stick to his head.  He pulls you in tighter to him, his head ducking down to rest in the crook of you neck.  He holds you like someone could take you from him any minute now.  You two lay there for a moment before you venture to speak.  “Nightmare?”.  You ask even though you already know the answer.  Ashton nods his head.  “You don’t have to tell me about it if you don’t want to…” you say softly, knowing that forcing Ashton to talk just makes him more upset, “…but I’m here if you want to” you offer knowing he’ll eventually come around if he needs to.  Nodding his head he lets out a shaky sigh.

You lay there in silence, having abandoned all hope that he wanted to talk, when he interrupts your thoughts.  ‘It was about you…” he mumbles.  You pull away from his chest to look at him.  “And…and I came back from tour and I couldn’t find you anywhere at the airport, but…but then I saw you running and hugging someone else and you left with him and I kept calling your name but you couldn’t hear me and I ran after you but you…you were gone.” he trails off barely finishing above a whisper.  Noticing the look of concern etched across your face he immediately tries to crack a smile.  “I know, I know it’s stupid.” he says trying to wave it off.  You shake your head seeing how he’s trying to downplay it. “No its not” you state firmly.  “The part about me leaving the airport with anyone but you, yes that is stupid because you know how much I love you, and when you come home in two months I promise I am going to be the first thing you see when you get off that plane.”  Now he’s genuinely smiling.  “But that fact that these nightmares make you upset?  Well that part’s not stupid at all.”  You lean in and kiss him before continuing “We’re gonna figure this out ok? Cause I can’t stand the thought of you waking up like this when I’m not here.”  He laughs pulling you closer to him “Well I have the solution, you’ll just have to come on the whole tour with me next time.”  Ashton proposes jokingly because you both know you can’t possibly leave your job for that long.  You sigh into his chest “I wish I could.”