#man this reply is sooo late we r so sorry

[asexualinasexualworld]

Have you ever been accused of being judgemental because you're ace, not over slutshaming but over not understanding how real "dating" works. I'm aro/ace and my sister once told me that myself and another asexual she knows are the most judgemental people she knows when she gets hung up on her ex's. I try to be supportive but am out of my comfort zone when it comes to this so my advice is usually to ignore him and the fight was started when she texted him after hating him all week.

okay, first of all, this Q is from years ago now and we would like to apologize for that. we haven't actually been on tumblr in a long time. OP, if ur still on here, so sorry for the extreme delay.

to answer the question tho, b/c we do think it's a good one, no, we've never been accused of being judgmental for being aro/ace, but we do absolutely understand feeling out of your depth when friends ask for relationship advice. and sometimes, even tho no one's ever called us either thing, we do worry that we must come off sounding either judgmental or else very sort of 'cold fish' in those situations, b/c our advice p much also always boils down to either 'u need to ignore ur ex til ur over them' or 'well if this bothers u this much and u aren't willing to talk ur SO about it/already did and they aren't willing to work on fixing it with u, then u just need to dump them.'

which, to be clear, we do actually think is probably technically the correct advice most of the time; relationship problems don't generally solve themselves, u do actually need to communicate w ur partner or partners and work together to solve them. and then, if the issues aren't solvable, or if ur partner/partners aren't willing to do that for whatever reason, then u really are basically just left w the question of whether the issue is a deal-breaker for u or not.

BUT, we also think that is usually probably really hard for people to hear.

we remember talking about romance movies w another ace friend of ours once and laughing about how we both felt like we just didn't understand them b/c it was just so unrelatable to us. as aro/ace folks, it just doesn't seem like it should be that hard to just... not make the choices that always got the drama going in them. like to us, it was just felt like 'is it really that hard to just not sleep w X person? or to stay away from ur ex?' and what we decided was that, while obvs movie and show characters exist specifically to make bad choices in order to facilitate story/drama, that the fact that the genre works for so many people probably means that actually yes, it must be much harder for non aro/ace folks. it must actually be a fundamentally different experience that we're just never going to fully understand.

which is fine, ofc, but it absolutely does make it hard to figure out what to say when a friend is complaining or freaking out about relationship stuff. or how to frame it in a way where it won't accidentally make them feel like u think they're an idiot for having feelings or whatever. we're still figuring it out ourself tbh, and sometimes we actually just straight up ask a friend whether they actually want advice on how to solve/deal w the situation, or whether they just need us to listen and commiserate and maybe join them in bashing their ex for a bit or something, because we can do either thing, but they are very different things for us and it helps us to know which friend-purpose we're currently serving.

so we think the TL;DR here is basically that, no we think ur probably not actually being judgmental, but we do think that since the aro/ace experience (or lack there of) of things like sexual desire and deep romantic attachment is fundamentally different from the non-aro/ace experience, it is often much easier for us to hear a friend talking about a relationship issue their having and ignore the emotional struggle of it in order to see the options for solving/dealing with it, which is probably jarring at best for the other person. like they were looking for mom-friend to listen to them and make them tea and tell them they'll be okay and instead they got dad-friend handing them a toolbox and a trouble-shooting manual. both roles are important, but it's definitely hard to do both at once lol

anyway, we hope u and ur sister managed to work it out!

[mybiasisexo]

Entangled - Part 9

Pairing: Chanyeol x f.Reader Chapter Warnings: Alcohol Consumption | Language take a shot whenever you see the f word smh Word Count: 8.3k Author Notes: So...Im sorry 😬? But aye, what's a story without a beach chapter, am I right?? I can't believe how close we are to the finish line. I think we have 3 chapters left ??? give or take. wooow will I actually finish a story for the first time in my life?? (like a real one not just a lil scenario haha). Sorry for the late update, I was gonna post on yeols bday but thought this wasnt a great present lmfaooo As always, dont be shy with letting me know your thoughts on the chapter, a def will need to know how you all feel at the end of this one 😮‍💨. Thank you to everybody still rocking with the story, it means sooo much to me 💕 and give our boy chanyeol some loooove MWAH!!!

It doesn’t take Seulgi and you long to change and head down to the beach. Being able to see the guys from up in your room, you join them quickly.

They got their hands on a grill somehow, and you find Jongdae already cooking on it, beer in one hand.

“Already looking like a dad, Dae,” Seulgi announces in greeting, taking in his unbuttoned green Hawaiian shirt, oversized sunglasses, and fisherman’s hat. He grins brightly and rewards her with a fresh piece of juicy meat.   

Beside Jongdae and the grill sits a long table covered with food, drinks, and a bluetooth speaker currently playing chill R&B. A little further behind him is a blue canopy to block the blazing sun from your sensitive skin, chairs littered underneath it.

This area of the beach is privately owned, for hotel residents only. Despite how large the hotel is, only a few other families dot the shore, all far enough away that your little party is practically secluded.

You drop your bag onto a chair and dig into it, pulling out a bottle of sunscreen. You rub it into any skin of yours exposed before walking out of the canopy, holding it up for everyone to see. “Who needs some?”

Sehun and Jongin come running towards you, both only wearing swim trunks. You suck your teeth, their backs are probably already screaming at them.

Jongin gets to you first. You turn him around and begin to apply the protective lotion onto his back, where it will be hard for him to reach.

“We missed you last night,” he says.

“I know,” you reply. For some reason, your throat constricts, dragging your voice down to a deep mumble. “I’m sorry for leaving. I just….”

“I understand,” he says, patting one of your hands. Throwing his head back, he tosses you a sweet grin. You return his smile before handing him the bottle so that he can cover the rest of himself.

With Jongin preoccupied, Sehun makes his way over, already trying to get a read on you. He understands the language of your body enough to fill in blanks you don’t even know are empty.

“Good afternoon,” you greet, keeping your voice neutral. 

“He’s in the water,” is his reply.

“Who?” Damn this man. He’s good.

He scoffs. “Please, you’ve been scanning the area non stop since you’ve arrived. Baekhyun had to drag him out as soon as he got here. He was getting pretty worked up about something. I’m assuming it was the fact you weren’t here.”

“Weird,” is your convincing response. You push his arm, leading him to turn around so that you can attempt to save him from skin cancer.

“Weird, indeed.” Despite not being able to see you, his curious gaze can still be felt. “Makes me wonder what happened after you left the reception.”

“Not something I really want to talk about.” You wince, knowing you’ve slipped up and said too much. The simple sentence bares a lot to unpack, and Sehun loves other people’s dirty laundry.

But, in Sehun fashion, he doesn’t push. It’s one thing you love about him. Instead, he faces you and grabs the sunscreen, silently lotioning the rest of his body. When he’s done he reaches over to you, pulling at the black kimono you had meticulously put on over your swimsuit, to return the favor.

“Sehun!”

He yanks the thin fabric and it falls off your shoulders. You both freeze. He only lifts an eyebrow as his eyes rake down the expansion of your exposed skin littered in harsh dark bruises. His gaze lingers for an uncomfortably long time. You want to pull away, but find yourself paralyzed, a mouse caught in the stare of a hungry snake. 

“Stop staring.”

The voice is gruff. A wet hand pulls at your arm, ripping the kimono from Sehun’s frozen hand. You stumble backwards until you hit a chill wetness that makes you hiss as it soaks into your back. Sehun’s eyes are the only thing to move as they shift to the person protectively hovering behind you. His expression is cool, but you catch the way his eyes alight in amusement. Swallowing thickly, you work the courage to see who’s caught his attention….

Chanyeol stops glaring at Sehun long enough to spin you around so that you’re facing each other. With gentle fingers, he fixes your pullover, maneuvering it so that it’s covering your neck, hiding most of the damage. 

He clicks his tongue in dismay. “This won’t do.”

“I have a shirt,” you inform in a small voice. “It doesn’t have a collar though.”

“One second.” Chanyeol walks away, no longer blocking the radiant view of crashing teal waves, powdery sand, and miles of blue sky. White clouds speckle the troposphere, the negative image of your neck and chest. Off to your right, Sehun still stands, a glorious statue made of pale marble.

You can’t bring yourself to acknowledge his presence. 

Chanyeol returns. In his hands is the ugly Hawaiian shirt Jongdae was wearing.

You become aware of the rashguard covering his torso. The collar is high, covering the base of his neck where any hickeys can be hidden, although you can just barely see the start of one peeking out. You curse yourself for not thinking of buying one. 

“May I?” He gently asks. Is that not how he asked to strip you last night? The reminder takes your voice, as does the reserved look in his eyes. He’s testing the water, trying to see where you both stand at the moment. You nod, allowing him access to touch you, lost in his grim expression.

Gently, ever so gently, his fingers brush over your shoulders, sneaking under the thin garment. You battle a shiver as he lifts the back of his hands, knocking the fabric off with his knuckles. You roll back your shoulders, helping him make the cover cascade onto the sand below.

Chanyeol’s bright eyes wander over your flesh. He grunts in satisfaction at the sight of the marks he’s made, pride coloring his features. And you’re transfixed, gulping back saliva flooding your mouth like high tide. Your breathing grows erratic, fingers itching to touch him in return. Apparently that tension hasn’t fully gone away. Looks like you’ll be attracted to him for life.

You want to say something, want to voice an excuse to get your hands on him, but a sharp whistle cuts through the air before you can speak, breaking the spell Chanyeol has you falling under. You blink away your thirst, remembering where you are, of the audience you have.

“Looks like you got into some fun last night!” Jongdae, the culprit of the whistle, points out in a yell. 

You’re now hyper aware of all your friends. Baekhyun, who you’re just now noticing, sits in the shallow part of the water where the waves roughly push him, dressed identically to Chanyeol. He’s looking in your general direction, squinting against the sun to see what all the commotion is about. Seulgi stands beside Jongdae. She’s in the middle of applying sunscreen, one of her legs lifted like a flamingo. She doesn’t have to say anything for you to hear her ‘oh shit’, wobbling as she balances on that one leg. Sehun is still staring right next to you, but the whistle was able to jolt him back from stone. Then there is Jongin, who jogs back to where everyone is congregated to curiously see what is going on.

Being the only one moving, your head spins over to him, seeing how his mouth slacks and his eyes widen in shock.

“What happened?” He asks, concerned.

Embarrassed, you snatch the shirt out of Chanyeol’s grip, rushing to put it on so that everyone will stop staring at you like you just told them you murdered someone.

“Mind your business,” you snap. You regret it instantly when Jongin’s face falls like a kicked puppy. It can’t be helped, you have a tendency to lash out when embarrassed.

“Dae! The meat!””

Gratefully, a hard gust of wind blows in, lifting the aluminum foil with the cooking meat off the grill, falling onto the sand.

That distracts everyone from you. You thank a higher power.

Jongdae stares forlornly at the meat, watching sand coat it like seasoning. 

“What are you doing!” Baekhyun yelps, rushing to his feet. “Pick it up!”

That pulls Jongdae out of whatever trance he was in and he lurches forward, grabbing the hot foil and tossing it onto the end of the table. He hisses and shakes his hands, sticking a reddening thumb into his mouth.

Baekhyun rushes over to the table for quality control and his shoulders slump at the damage.

“This batch is no good.”

“Way to go, Jongdae,” Chanyeol chides. He then peeks over to you, surreptitiously checking your reaction.

“Shut it!” Jongdae snaps back.

Seeing a good opportunity to escape, you go to make your way over to Seulgi. Chanyeol is not having that, and you only get one step in before he’s snatching your wrist, holding you in place in front of him.

“Don’t go,” he begs under his breath.

You refuse to look up at him, knowing that whatever expression he currently wears will kill what little resolve you have. You know you need to discuss what happened the night before, and why he woke up alone this morning, but you hate confrontation and don't want to have this conversation right at this moment. To be honest, you just want to relax for a bit. Is that so wrong?

You remain silent, not really sure what to say to get him off your back for the time being.

“Just talk to me,” he urges. “You were gone when I woke up, and….”

He falls silent, and you can’t resist the temptation any longer. You break and lift your chin, sucking in a breath at what greets you. It’s that same tortured expression from yesterday. Nerves, apprehension, and defeat swim in his opaque orbs, purple his lips. And you know you can no longer prolong with conversation. He’s hurting. You’re hurting him, and it’s not fair to keep tormenting him like this.

“Did I do something wrong?” He asks dejectedly, intently searching you for the answer. 

You open your mouth to answer him. To tell him no, he did nothing wrong, but then Seulgi is calling your name and running up to you. She grabs the arm Chanyeol isn’t holding. “Let’s get in the water. It’s hot.”

She completely ignores Chanyeol as she heads for the shore, dragging you with her.

“I’m sorry,” is all you’re able to get out before you’re pulled completely from his gentle touch. He releases your wrist without a fight, letting you retreat glumly.

“I’m going to have to talk to him eventually,” you tell Seulgi, rolling your eyes. You hit the water and hiss from the shock of the freezing temperature.

“You two don’t get much talking done when you’re together,” she answers, breathless from the cold of the water.

Ignoring–and also maybe even embracing–the pain from the waves chilling your warm skin, you both run until you’re thigh deep and then dive right in, swimming deeper into the abyss. 

You float on your back and try to focus on the paradise you’re in, instead of the devastated look in Chanyeol’s eyes. To no avail.

There’s some crashing noises that pull you upright to see Baekhyun running in to join Seulgi and you.

When he’s close, he jumps onto Seulgi, pulling her under water. Not one to miss an opportunity, you hop onto his back. The three of you break the surface, sputtering for air.

You stay secured around Baekhyun as you all catch your breaths. 

“What the hell,” Seulgi coughs, splashing him in the face. He laughs, but chokes on the sea salt, and you squeal when you’re caught in her attack.

Letting go of Baekhyun, you swim back around so that Seulgi and you are turned towards the shore with him facing you both.

“Is he still sulking?” He asks.

You dare a glance over to where Chanyeol is, refusing to acknowledge how quickly you’re able to seek him out. He’s in the chair you had claimed, watching the water with a sullen pout as he rests his chin in his hand.

“Oh yeah,” Seulgi answers. “The clouds around him are turning gray, he’s in such a mood.”

“He wouldn’t be like that if you’d stop avoiding him, you know?”

“I’m not avoiding him,” you say. “We just spoke.”

Baekhyun snorts. “Yeah and I can tell you’re both on the same page. Nice talk.”

He throws you a sarcastic thumbs up, you stick your tongue out at him.

He grows solemn. “Please, say something to him. The poor man is beating himself up right now.”

You sink further into the water, dipping in until your mouth is submerged, and run a hand over the tiny waves bobbing you. 

Beside you, Seulgi sighs. “I may have ruined their talk.”

Baekhyun throws his head back and groans. “You’re killing me, Smalls.”

“How was I supposed to know?” She asks. “It looked like they were about to ditch us and fuck again. I’m just trying to help her not make another decision she’s going to instantly regret.”

“Whatever happens between them is their business, Seulgi,” Baekhyun says, sounding uncharacteristically reasonable. “You have to let them work through it their way.”

You wave your hand above your head like a needy sim. “I’m right here, you know?”

Seulgi pouts like a chastised child. “You’re right.”

Both Baekhyun and you spin your heads towards her in surprise.

“Did you just say I’m right?” Baekhyun asks. His shock quickly morphs into cockiness, if the grin splitting his face is any indicator.

She’s now the one to groan. “I will not be repeating myself.”

“I’ll cherish the moment for the rest of my life.” Baekhyun turns to you and his smile softens. “Talk to him soon. He’s getting annoying.”

“I will. I promise.” You assure. “Thank you, Hyunnie, for doing this. I know it isn’t easy for you either, being in the middle like this. I appreciate it.”

He shrugs. “You’re both my friends. I want to see you happy. I just hope you can work it out.”

Jongin and Jongdae come barrelling towards your group. As soon as you see your sweet friend, you can’t help but hold your arms out for him.

“Nini!” You cry. He laughs and falls into your embrace, tackling you back into the depths of the sea. When you both emerge, you apologize for yelling at him.

“You’re forgiven,” he says, never taking anything to heart. “But I was surprised. I didn’t expect to see all your bruises. It looks like you got beat up.”

You whine his name. “You’re making it worse.”

“Hey, they do say that weddings are the best place to pick up chicks,” Jongdae says. “Well, I guess dudes for you. Unless….”

He gives you a wicked smirk and you splash him.

“Anyway, good on you for getting some. You deserve it.”

“Thanks, Jongdae,” you say dryly, rolling your eyes. “Also, my bad on the shirt. I forgot I was wearing it before I got in here.”

He takes notice of his button down floating around you and gasps dramatically. “You better wash it before you give it back. It was expensive.”

You look at him skeptically. “This tourist shirt?”

“Do you really think it’s a good idea to have those two cook the meat?” Baekhyun asks, putting your incoming argument with Jongdae to a halt. All five of you turn to the last people still on dry land. The tall boys stand over the grill, Chanyeol with the tongs in his hand. His eyebrows are scrunched as he listens to Sehun adamantly speaking, nodding and answering occasionally. it’s a deep conversation you don’t want any part of.

Jongdae shrugs. “I need a break. It’s hot.”

You all play in the water for some time. Once hunger becomes too great to ignore, you swim back to the beach. Immediately, you crack open a cold beer, nearly moaning when it hits your belly. Now this is what you need. You’ve been sober far too long.

Jongdae wasn’t lying about the heat. Even under the canopy, you can’t escape the sun’s harsh rays. You succumb to the weather and peel off Jongdae’s now dry shirt, not caring anymore if the other’s see your marks, it’s already old news.

Slowly, you all make your way to the table. it’s out in the open and everyone is a bit hesitant to sit out there, but that’s where the food resides. Both Baekhyun and Chanyeol take off their shirts, overwhelmed by the temperature.

“Holy shit, Yeol,” you hear Jongdae say. “What happened to you?”

Everyone glances over to the tall man and your heart sinks at the sight of his exposed back. It’s hard to miss the rows of scratches you carved down his shoulder blades, red and angry.

At the mention of his name, Chanyeol turns around, revealing his neck, shoulders, and chest that look exactly like yours. Actually, his marks are deeper, darker. You were really letting him have it. In your defense, he did encourage you to do your worst, so it is hard for you to find any sympathy to send to the giant.

A loaded silence fills the area as he locks eyes with you. You sigh. That’s enough of an answer for everyone.

Giving up, you chug your beer empty as the extra heat of everyone’s attention bounces back and forth between you both, connecting the purple and blue dots.

“No way….” Jongin’s fingers trace the trail of his eyes. “Did you two…?”

You close your eyes in dismay. You’re going to hear it now.

“Wait a damn minute!” Jongdae’s loud ass voice echoes over the speaker. “You mean to tell me Chanyeol was the one who left those hickeys on you!?”

He gives you an impressed grin. “You naughty girl.”

You simply sink lower into your chair.

“Are you guys together now?” Jongin asks, bouncing on his toes in giddy excitement.

“I mean….” Chanyeol searches you out in hopes you’ll answer that question for him as well.

The attention has you awkwardly laughing, readjusting yourself so that you’re sitting properly again. 

“Please, you guys,” you say, laughter coating every consonant. “It’s nothing.”

Chanyeol’s head tilts at that, eyes fluttering in confusion. “What do you mean ‘nothing’?”

Your heart sinks as you realize you’ve made matters much worse. Chanyeol’s getting worked up now, and the last thing you want is to fight in front of everybody.

“I just mean it’s not a big deal.”

If your first sentence was you putting your foot in your mouth, this one is the whole damn leg.

“Not a big deal?” He repeats skeptically. He turns so that he’s properly looking at you, making sure he’s understanding correctly. “You think us having sex is ‘not a big deal’?”

“Okay,” Jongdae drawls. “Not together then.”

“That’s not what I meant,” you begin to explain, really wishing this conversation wasn’t happening like this. “It was a big deal to me, okay? But they shouldn’t expect more because of it.”

“Like us getting back together?” He continues to question in a monotonous tone. “You’re saying that they shouldn’t get their hopes up about us getting back together just because we had sex.”

“Exactly!” You clap, glad he understands.

“So that wasn’t us getting back together?”

His disappointment is hard to disguise, and it makes you feel bad. Again you’re reminded that if you’d just talked before this wouldn’t be happening. You sigh and prepare yourself to explain where you’re coming from.

“Chanyeol–”

“Meat’s getting cold,” Sehun interrupts, ending the real conversation before it can start. You’re grateful for it, still not mentally prepared to break Chanyeol’s heart any further, although it seems you may be past that point. Chanyeol’s jaw is tense, honestly everything about him is tense as he nods his head like he finally understands something before stomping over to the table, sitting at the end furthest from the canopy. He grabs a beer, cracking it open and guzzling it down rather aggressively. 

Everyone else reluctantly takes Chanyeol’s lead. When Baekhyun passes you, he grimaces, politely letting you know that you messed up. Sehun is the last to walk past. He stops and reaches a hand out for you to grab. You sigh before taking it, allowing him to pull you up.

“The last thing I want right now is a lecture,” you tell him.

“I’m just checking on you,” he assures. “You good?”

You stare at him. ‘Do I look like I’m good’ written all over your face and he grins, gaining the reaction he wanted. It’s gone as quick as it comes, an air of seriousness taking over.

“I thought we talked about this.” He starts. 

You point a finger at him. “Lecture.”

He purses his lips and lets his attention wander to the table. Everyone is trying their best to lighten the mood. You look also and are surprised to see Seulgi attempt to make small talk with Chanyeol, although he doesn’t appear that interested in the conversation.

“Okay, no lecture, but let me say one thing.” You groan. “Don’t leave this island with unfinished business. That’s only going to hurt you both more.”

You’re still taking in the table as he speaks, and Chanyeol must feel it because he’s looking back at you. He holds your stare for a few seconds, then catches himself and breaks the contact. It’s selfish, but you’re comforted by the familiar longing still lingering there.

You nod at Sehun’s words, turning back to him. “Yeah. Got it.”

He doesn’t believe you and his expression says as much.

“Hey! Hurry up and grab a plate!” Jongin orders you both. 

Sehun pats your arm and heads over to the table, you follow a few steps behind. The food is delicious and the alcohol starts flowing. Soon the sun starts its slow descent, and with full bellies, you all relax more. At this moment, you can’t help but to miss Junmyeon. He’s always the one taking pictures, annoying everyone by forcing you all to pose for what feels like hundreds of photos. Sehun, his successor, makes sure to take as many candids and selfies as he can. You find it easy to smile whenever the camera is focused on you, even when Chanyeol is also in the frame.

Speaking of Chanyeol, the beer, good food, and friendship seems to be working in lifting his spirits. His loud voice carries throughout the beach, and you catch his boisterous laugh from time to time. You’re relieved to know that you haven’t completely ruined this trip for him. 

By this point, the sky is a lovely pink and orange, and you’re a bit tipsy. You close your eyes and sway to the beat of whatever song is playing, snapping along. Someone holds your hand, causing your eyes to spring open to see Jongin gently urging you out of your seat. You allow him to drag you into a clear patch of sand near the waves. You start dancing with him, connected hands swinging between you both as you reluctantly laugh. Jongin is your designated dance partner. He’s one of the better dancers of your group, and you’re shy. He got into the habit of getting you out onto the dancefloor to loosen you up in college. Now is no different. You both roll your bodies and sway your hips to the beat, encouraging each other. The longer you dance, the closer you get, until your forehead rests on his collarbone, arms wrap around each other’s waists, and Jongin’s cheek presses atop your head.

“Are you okay?” He softly asks.

His question causes your vision to blur. You stare unseeingly into the now gray sea, waves crashing urgently and tighten your hold around his torso.

“I don’t think so,” you confess. 

“I don’t understand,” he says, sounding both confused and frustrated. “You both love each other, right? Why fight?”

“It’s not that simple, Nini. I wish it was, but….” You shake your head, not really knowing how to finish the sentence.

“Is it because of her?” He presses.

You close your eyes at the reminder of Yerim, another person your actions will hurt, and she’s yet to find out of your betrayal.

“Partially,” you admit.

Jongin rubs your back. “It'll work out. As long as you know what you want.”

You wipe your face and pull back to smile up at him, clipping his chin affectionately.

“Now that we’ve had that talk,” you say. “Let’s dance! We’re on vacation! I need to feel like it!”

He chuckles and spins you around so that your back is pressed against his torso.

“Turn the music up!” He orders. Whoever is in charge of the tunes obliges and you’re pleased when a song you can grind to comes on. You throw your arms up into the air and instantly lose yourself to the music, dancing back on Jongin who matches your moves easily.

Not really paying attention to your surroundings, you fail to notice someone joining your little party, but they make themselves known by gripping your arms, ripping you out of Jongin’s hold.

“What the–”

For the second time today, Chanyeol has pulled you away from someone. His hands are wrapped so tightly around your forearms, you wince from the pain. He doesn’t catch your discomfort, too busy giving Jongin the fiercest stare you’ve ever seen.

“Get the fuck off of her!” He snarls, dragging you even closer to him so that your face is pressed against his naked heaving chest.

You lean back and attempt to stare him down, but all you see is his sharp jaw.

“We’re just dancing,” you explain defensively.

That makes him look down at you, and you nearly gulp from the fury reflecting in his black orbs.

“That’s not how you ‘just dance’ with someone!”

That’s when you notice the way his words slightly blend together, notice how unsteady he is on his feet.

“You’re drunk,” you point out disappointedly. Remembering how good that did you both the last time he was under the influence.

He chuckles darkly at that. “So are you.”

Ugh, you aren’t anywhere near as faded as he currently is. You attempt to free yourself from him, but he’s holding onto you too tightly to break. There is no escape.

“Chanyeol, Bro, I swear that’s all we were doing,” Jongin calmly reassures.

“Don’t call me ‘bro’,” Chanyeol hisses. “You’ve always been like this, Jongin. You were always touching her! Don’t think I never noticed.”

“She’s my friend,” he says slowly, carefully, as if he’s speaking to a child.

“And she was my fiance!” Chanyeol all but roars. “But that never stopped you!”

You glance around. His outburst draws everyone’s attention and they watch the three of you curiously. Baekhyun and Sehun start to get up from their seats, probably intending to de-escalate the situation, but you don’t want to get anybody else involved. This is between Chanyeol and you. What is happening now is the consequence of you stalling the ‘what are we’ conversation you should’ve had the night before.

“Leave him alone, Yeol,” you mutter. “He’s not the one you’re mad at. It’s me.”

He doesn’t even spare you a glance, too focused on the man behind you. “Why won’t he answer me then? I’m right, aren’t I?”

“I promise I–”

Before Jongin can finish defending himself, you cut him off by putting your hands on Chanyeol’s chest, throwing your weight to shove him. In any other circumstance, he wouldn’t have budged, but his inebriation works in your favor, making him stumble a few steps. Unfortunately, he takes you with him, and you fall forward. He lets go of your arms to catch you by the waist, steadying you both.

“You okay?” He asks with worry.

“Yeah,” you huff. You pat his shoulder. “Why don’t we go for a walk?”

There’s a boardwalk a few meters away that looks deserted, that is probably the best place to have this discussion. Not waiting for an answer, you easily break his hold and start walking towards it. Chanyeol says something to Jongin you can’t catch over the sound of the sea, but it sounds smug enough that you sigh deeply in dismay. You’ll apologize to Jongin tomorrow, you promise to yourself.

When you pass the table, you lock eyes with both Baekhyun and Sehun.

“It’s okay,” you assure them, not even sure if you believe it. It’s enough for them, they stand down and nod, trusting you.

The journey is silent. The sun has disappeared completely by the time you’re on the worn wood, enveloping you in an almost foreboding darkness. The crashing of waves are intense beneath you, doing nothing to soothe your nerves. When you reach the end of the walk, you turn around to the man you know was following you the whole time.

He’s on you before you can even speak. His mouth moves roughly against yours, urgent and desperate. His frustration is felt, as is his still present affection. You fall easily into his kiss, giving into him as naturally as you always have. Your hands curl around his neck, pulling him closer. He cups your face, the palms of his hands squishing your cheeks, puckering your lips more for him to devour. He walks you backwards, until your bare back hits the splintered wood of the banister. it digs into your skin, making you whimper, but it’s not enough pain to distract you from the punishing pressure of Chanyeol’s lips.

The groan he lets out in response is tortured, long fingers desperately begin pulling at the band of your swimsuit bottoms, eager to feel all of you again. 

In sync, your mouths fall open, tongues colliding and lewdly twirling together. God. Fuck. You want him. You want him so bad it’s driving you crazy. You’re going to fuck him again. You’re going to fuck him right here on this damn boardwalk, space be damned–

But, that’s exactly the problem, isn’t it?

“Stop,” you gasp between kisses.

He hums before tilting his head to kiss you even deeper. Those wandering hands of his slide down to squeeze your ass. You shutter and press yourself more against him, slipping your arms fully around his neck to drag him lower so that he’s curved over you. A sheen of sweat the only thing between your boiling bodies.

Still, you can’t bring yourself to fall back completely into the make out session. Disappointment floods you. Seulgi is right, the two of you can’t be alone for even a second without falling into this toxic habit.

Now annoyed with how weak you are, you finally muster the strength to shove Chanyeol back, officially breaking the kiss.

With much needed space between you, you feel the fog of lust begin to clear and can think better. Chanyeol doesn’t say anything or make a move to resume what you interrupted. No. He just stands there, watching you with an expression you find hard to read as you both attempt to catch your heaving breaths. 

“What?” He finally asks, voice hoarse and deeper than hell. “You don’t want me anymore, Mel?”

There’s no sorrow, none of the longing or anger he’s shown throughout the day, which is surprising. It’s almost as if he knew this was how the night was going to go. Like he knew you were going to push him away.

“That….” You swallow thickly. “That’s not it.”

“Then what’s the problem?” He asks, taking a step towards you. You try to counter it, but that leads to more wood stabbing you. You’re sure some break the skin. He takes another step and now he’s directly in front of you, a mere breath away. He lowers his head to be more level with yours, giving you a close up view of his wound up fury.

“The problem,” you nearly stutter, overwhelmed by the hostility now coming off of him in waves. He’s never directed his anger towards you–the situation maybe, but never you–it’s intimidating and scary. You lick your dry lips, trying to find your voice, and he watches detachedly. “My problem is the opposite, Chanyeol. I still very much do.”

“That doesn’t seem like a problem to me.”

“Look at us!” You say. “We can’t be alone for five seconds without being all over each other! Last night was not supposed to happen the way it did! We weren’t supposed to sleep together!”

“But we did,” he snarls through clenched teeth. “And that means something, whether you want it to or not!”

“All that it means to me is we need space. This is too much for me, Yeol. We need time apart to figure out what the hell we actually want.”

“What is too much for you?” He asks, sounding exasperated. “The way I feel about you? The way you still feel about me? What is there to figure out? We still want each other, nothing else matters!”

“We still want each other physically!” You clarify. “I can agree with that, but the longer we’re together, the more I think that’s all we want!” 

“Of course not!” He finally yells. You flinch from the volume and that makes him catch himself. He huffs out a breath before repeating in a much gentler tone, “of course not.”  

He grabs one of your hands, thumb caressing your knuckles. “You are way more than that. You always have been. This is more than physical to me.”

Everything inside of you is screaming to believe him, and he himself is asking for that. For you to have faith in this, and to give it a chance. 

“Then why didn’t you say it back?” 

He doesn’t answer. Instead, he stares at the forming tears in your eyes and the slight wobble of your lips in confusion. He searches for the context to your question. It takes a minute, but then his eyes widen in realization and his mouth falls open, a slight ‘oh’ leaving before he’s snapping it back shut. The look he gives you after that is something akin to pity.

And there is your answer. You pull your hand out of his grasp, using it to wipe away the tears that slipped past your waterline. “Whatever. It doesn’t matter.”

He scrambles in alarm from your withdrawal. “Can you please stop saying shit like that?”

“Why?” You snap. Your irritation grows with every second he doesn’t give you the answer you desire. “It doesn’t. I didn’t mean it anyways. It just slipped out, so…yeah.”

You fidget nervously and try to make out the waves crashing against the wood underneath you. You’re so focused on that, you miss the way Chanyeol recoils in shock. You also miss the reigniting flames of his dimming anger.

“So when you told me you loved me, you didn’t mean it. Yet, you’re mad at me for not saying it?”

Him saying it out loud makes you cringe in embarrassment. As if he hasn’t done enough, you sense mockery in his tone. When you meet his eye again, the anger is still there, but it’s mostly frustration you notice.

“I’m not mad that you didn’t say it,” you deny.

“Yes you are!” He lets out a humorless laugh. Yeah, he’s definitely frustrated. “Is that what all this is about? Why you left this morning? Look, I’m sorry! It wasn’t because I didn’t feel the same, I was just…preoccupied.”

“Preoccupied with what?” You ask in disbelief.

He gives you a steady look, eyebrows raised in a way to say, ‘you know what’. It takes a minute for you to decipher what he’s alluding to, but then you remember what happened right after your little confession and groan his name, appalled.

“See?” He’s grinning like a madman now, pulling at your arms in an attempt to catch your attention. “That’s all I ever wanted to hear. And once I did, I couldn’t control myself anymore. You telling me you love me made me cum.”

“Be serious right now,” you say, frowning in disgust.

“Oh, I’m very serious right now,” he says, that gleefully large grin still on his face.

You throw him a skeptical look. “You’re smiling and talking about cum. You think this is a joke.”

That makes his smile slowly disappear. He says your name. “I don’t think this is funny. I’m telling you the truth. You want me to prove it to you? Hm? I’ll say it right now. I lo–”

“I don’t want to hear it now!” You interrupt in a shout. “If you had said it then, things might’ve been different, but you didn’t. I don’t care why you didn’t either. That was all the confirmation I needed. We have no idea what we want from this.”

“Here we go again,” he groans, walking a bit away from you.

You jut your jaw at that. “I’m going to repeat myself until you get it through that thick skull. Whatever happened, happened. It’s done. We’re done.”

Chanyeol’s frustration is back with a vengeance. His fingers run through his dark hair, yanking at the strands as he starts pacing in front of you. “How can you say that when you had your tongue down my throat minutes ago? You let me cum inside you! You told me you loved me! And that’s it? There’s mixed signals and then there’s whatever the fuck you’re doing right now.”

“There you go talking about cum again,” you mutter to yourself. Louder, “I’m being realistic! It’s only been three days. Three! And, what? We’re just supposed to pick up right where we left off? Act like the past few years never happened? That’s not how this works, and I doubt that’s healthy. We need more time.”

“I already told you that I’ll always love you, and I meant that. I know you’re scared, Mel. Hell, I’m scared too. You’re right, things are moving fast, but that’s because we still care for each other. I know you still love me. You wouldn’t have said it if you didn’t. This wouldn’t be us pretending we never broke up. This can be us realizing that we’re better together. That we’re even stronger now that we’ve had time to figure out who we are apart. Isn’t that what you wanted?”

“It was,” you’re quick to emphasize the past tense. “But I’ve changed a lot since the last time you saw me, Yeol, so stop acting like you know me.”

Something you say catches his attention, and he narrows his eyes suspiciously. “You haven’t changed much.” He says your name. “I still know you, probably better than anybody else here. Just like you still know me.” 

He’s stilled from pacing, and it’s a bit ominous after watching him frantically walk for the past couple minutes. He runs a hand over his face tiredly and lets out a heavy sigh. “So, that’s really what this is about.”

You raise an eyebrow questioningly and he laughs, shaking his head.

“I was hoping it wasn’t, but what you just said…. It all makes sense now.” He’s muttering under his breath, talking to himself.

“What are you going on about?” You ask.

“This morning, when I woke up and you weren’t there, I knew. I didn’t want to believe it, that you would do something like that, but I knew what happened the moment I realized you had left me.”

Your body begins to shake, and it isn’t from the cold. Foreboding chills your spine, causing goosebumps to rise, sharpening once he locks eyes with you, the accusations hard to miss.

“You still hate me.”

His hands curl into tight fists at his sides, trembling–as are his shoulders, his voice. He closes his eyes, taking deep calming breaths you doubt help him much. 

“And now you’re telling me you didn’t mean it when you said you loved me. That you changed since the ‘last time I saw you’. Was that your plan all along? To seduce me? Make me think you still gave a shit so that I’d let you fuck me and then leave? Was last night revenge sex?”

“No,” you gasp, genuinely shocked by his conclusion. “I already told you, it was a lapse of judgment–”

“I’m not playing this fucking game with you!” He shouts. His voice breaks, just like his heart currently does. “You don’t get to hurt me again. You can’t play with my feelings everytime I allow myself to be open with you. Maybe you’re right, Mel. Maybe I don’t know you anymore, because I never thought you could do something this fucking cruel.”

“Me? Cruel?” Your anger flares up. “What the fuck about you? You come here, bring some other girl you care nothing for, and then pretend like we never knew each other! Then proceeded to ignore her the whole time to flirt with me any chance you got!”

“We’re not talking about this trip!” Chanyeol dismisses. “I should have never brought her, I know that now, but that’s not what this is about. This is about the time before that, when you gave me back the engagement ring!”

Sehun mentioned the night before the wedding that you have a baseless grudge against Chanyeol, one that twisted the love you have for him, crossing that thin line over to hate. He was positive you made something up, a ‘lie’ he called it, to keep Chanyeol at arm’s length from your heart in order to protect it. The truth is that Sehun grew cocky. He believed so deeply that you couldn’t keep anything from him, that it was impossible to with the way he can so easily read you, that he never suspected when you did. It was only one thing. One thing you decided to keep to yourself, refusing to confide in even Sehun. The reason? To protect the man in front of you, the same way he protected you.

The last thing you want is to bring it up, but technically, Chanyeol is doing it first.

“Gave it back?” You’re in total disbelief. “You took it back the morning after you slept with me and then completely ghosted like I was some one night stand!”

“That’s what you wanted!” 

“When?” You ask, baffled. “When I invited you over? Or was it in the middle of us having sex?”

He runs a hand roughly through his hair. “Okay, but why did you invite me over?”

“Because I–”

He doesn’t let you finish, his own anger from that day getting the best of him. “Because you wanted to give me the ring back!”

His voice has risen, and it silences you completely. 

“Fuck!” He’s saying your name again, but there isn’t an ounce of affection. “You wanted to return the ring. It was the one thing–the only thing that gave me hope. I told you to keep it, because I knew as long as you still had it, there was still a future for us. But then you called me. It hadn’t even been a year since our separation–because that’s what we were, separated not broken up–and the first time I hear from you it’s to tell me you want to give me back your fucking ring!”

Your head is spinning, attempting to comprehend everything he just admitted, filling in blanks you have been trying to figure out for years now. You hate to admit it, but some things are starting to make sense. 

“So, which was it then?” You question rather calmly. “You were still hurt from when I broke things off, so when I reached out you saw your chance to return the favor? Or was it because you thought that’s why I asked you to come over, so you got upset, slept with me, and left as a big fuck you?”

“Neither,” he reveals, evident disgust from your thought process. “Sleeping with you that night just happened. I didn’t do it with the intention to hurt you.”

“Sounds familiar,” you point out. He pinches the bridge of his nose. It feels like you’re going nowhere. Like you’re speaking in circles. “But okay, fine, say I believe that you didn’t do it to hurt me. Why did you leave?”

“Because I didn’t want what happened that night to become our normal,” he admits. “You knew how I felt about you, and I didn’t want you to take advantage of that–of me. Come on, Mel, you’ve always known the power you have over me. If you had told me that night that all you wanted from me was sex, I’d given that to you. Hell, if you told me right now that’s all you want, I’d give it to you. I’d give you anything. You’re my Melody.” He takes a deep shaky breath. “But I knew that if I reduced myself to that just to keep you, it would destroy me. I didn’t want to lose myself like that. And I don’t ever want to hate you. That’s why I ultimately left. Took the ring–like you told me to–and ran before you could change my mind. That was me setting a boundary for myself. I had to let you go before I allowed you to use and break me.”

Your heart sinks at his explanation. “Do you really think I’d treat you like that?”

“Do you really think I’d make love to you and not mean it?” He counters.

Again, you’re back at square one. Blinking at one another, trying to figure out where you stand in each other’s hearts. With the newfound knowledge of Chanyeol’s thoughts on that infamous day, you look internally. To be honest, his words don’t sway you much. The hurt from that day is still painful. You vividly remember the way your heart shattered when he was nowhere to be found. To add salt to the wound, he had blocked you on everything, so that you had no way to contact him afterwards. Yes, you really did believe he was capable of doing that.

“No matter what your intention was that day,” you start. “The result is still the same.”

Once Chanyeol hears this, you watch him build up a wall, closing you off from him for the first time. Until right now, you believed he wasn’t capable of doing that to you. That it couldn’t be helped or that he felt comfortable enough to let his guard down in your presence. But watching all the vulnerability, all the honesty, all the affection he had for you vanish before your eyes, you realize you have been giving yourself too much credit.

“I guess that makes us even now, right?” He asks bitterly. 

You turn away, partially out of guilt, but also because you can’t stomach the haunted shadow dulling him. He’s right, in a sick way. You both ran away, hurting the other despite the reasoning behind it.

“So, that’s it then?” He asks when you fail to say anything.

“Chanyeol….” You turn back to him and instantly are bombarded with regret. You can so easily fix this. If you really want to, you can tell him that you forgive him for that night, that you truly never meant to hurt him and that the night before meant everything to you. You can walk off this boardwalk hand in hand, laughing with giddiness from falling back in love with your soulmate. Rejoining your friends who would be nothing but ecstatic and supportive of you working through your issues and returning to one another. You can do that. It will only take one simple sentence. 

But you don’t forgive him, and you haven’t really resolved anything. Your new relationship would be built on the foundation of ignorance, avoidance, and lust. You didn’t want that, not if it is the cost of having him back at this moment. You both have some healing to do before jumping into this again, and this conversation proved that. You aren’t ready.

“I–yeah. I think it would be for the best if we end things here.”

“Yeah,” he agrees in defeat. He sniffs and scratches the back of his head. “You’re probably right. There’s not much else I can say to make you stay.”

He takes you in one more time. In his reluctance, it’s as if he’s giving you a chance to change your answer, but you both know you won’t. Guess he does still know you well. He clears his throat and without saying goodbye, walks away. 

He’s about to clear the walk when you’re yelling at him to wait.

He does. He faces you and watches with wide eyes as you run hastily over to him. You stop at a safe distance, close enough to see him under the dim moonlight, but far enough away that you can’t feel the distracting heat of his body. 

He observes you warily, probably wondering how you’re going to break his heart this time. It’s that bit of doubt that made you run. There’s one last thing he needs to know, the one thing he needs to take away from this conversation, if nothing else.

“I don’t hate you.”

It’s the last thing he expected, and his reaction reflects that. His eyes grow glossy and he does his best to blink the unshed tears back, while also fighting the frown weighing the corners of his lips, causing them to tremble. Wordlessly, he reaches out to you, cupping the back of your head, and you let him. You allow him to touch you, to bring you close to him, relishing in his heat against the chilling bite of the ocean’s breeze. He pulls you in and presses a tender lingering kiss onto your forehead.

“Thank you,” he whispers against your skin.

And then he’s gone, taking all the warmth with him.

And you watch, as his fire dims and he blends with the gray of your surroundings before disappearing out of sight.

You pray to god that’s not a metaphor.

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Shitty weather II Jeff Wittek

summary: You meet Jeff again after a long period of time.

word count: 3,4k (upsy daisy)

note: This is my first fic ever so pls bear with me! :)

A veery very big shoutout to my lil angle @geoffwittek for proofreading and correcting my mistakes! Love u gurl u r the best 🎀

“The house could be packed“ Natalie took the time to warn you. You waved her off while putting your bag between your legs „that’s totally fine“.

As you two drove through LA traffic you looked out at the sky and noticed the clouds are getting grey. „it might rain today..“ you determined, while the two of you continued your conversation. Finally, you pulled up at her house, or to be more specific, David’s house she happened to be living in. Nat parked the car in front of the gate due to the fact that the entrance was already blocked by other cars. Your friend looked at her phone „yeeep“ she said as the scrolled through her messages „there is definitely something going on here…“ - „oh, well I can always leave right away if it gets too much“ you promised while unbuckling your seatbelt and making your way to the house.

„Daaaaavid!“ she screamed, falling to the ground in fear. „You can’t do that to me!“ she complained as her hands rested over her heart. The brown-haired boy giggled, his phone still recording in his hands. After putting it back in his pocket he helped Natalie stand up again. „That’s my idiot roommate..“ Natalie explained to you. „aaaaand boss“ he added smugly, smiling from ear to ear. He stuck his hand out towards you. „David“ he said - „y/n“ you introduced yourself in return.

Once the introductions were done, you observed a big living room further down the hallway. „Come with me…“ Natalie instructed “I’m gonna show you my closet“. You followed her steps through the living room, which was indeed packed with people. Some of them sitting on the big white couch while others were leaning on the kitchen island. Natalie greeted them with a shouted hello, while you just waved shyly in an attempt to symbolise a well meant greeting to all of them.

In the bedroom, your best friend showed you her very well organised closet filled with dresses and fancy skirts alike. „What size shoes are you?“ she asked. “umm.. y/s/s..“ you answered while looking through the endless hangers. „damn, so I can’t give you those fanc-„ before she could even finish her sentence a loud „Naaataaalieee“ came from the hallway. „ugh“ she groaned, reluctantly setting the pair of high heels down. “I’ll be right back..“ you softly nodded and continued to look through her closet.

After some time had passed you still couldn’t decide between three of her alluring dresses. You put the hanger of one of them above your head so that it was hanging clearly in front of your body. „Oh you would look so cute in that one!“ Natalie said as she was re-entering her room. You smiled at your reflection in the big mirror. „Don’t you think it’s a bit too much for a wedding?“ you asked, still a little uncertain. „Absolutely not!“ she denied your worries. „When is the wedding anyways?“ - „in like three month..“ you answered, still glancing in the mirror while posing a little for yourself in assessment. „Then just take this one and the other two… you can decide closer to the day.“ you looked up, in slight disbelief at her offer.  „I mean it..“ she asserted „I won’t need them…at least not in the next couple of months“ her words reassuring you.

With the dresses in your arms, you made your way to the hall in order to leave the big house again. You waved your goodbyes to the people still sitting and chatting in the living room.

As you made a turn in the hallway your head collided with a solid chest, your body almost falling down at the sudden loss of balance. Instead, two hands rested on your shoulders, effectively preventing the fall. „sorry i didn’t see-“ you said while looking up to be met with a pair of brown eyes. Your mouth remained slightly open, the rest of the apology stuck in your throat. It’s been almost six years since you last saw him.

~ 

You met on a rainy day in late autumn. Your clothes soaking wet as you stepped through the door of the studio. „shitty weather out there huh?“ first words he ever spoke to you. „tell me about it“ you nodded, focused on trying to wring out your soaked hair. „I don’t think that will help“ he chuckled lightly. The first time you heard his laugh, the handsome boy looked at you with a little smirk. „heey..can we get a hairdryer or somethin’ for her?“ he requested the man who was passing through the room, his right hand pointing in your direction. „Yeah I can grab one, you guys here for the shoot?“ the employee asked. Both of you nodded simultaneously „Perfect. Could you get ready in here?“ he instructed you on where to go and promised someone would bring the hairdryer.

It was silent on your way in before he decided to end the quiet by asking: „Sooo..is this your first job?“ - „umm, second“ you answered shyly, a bit intimidated by his hight, especially next to your smaller figure. „Is it that obvious?“ you asked, now a little embarrassed, questioning if you already did something wrong. He chuckled again „not at all“ he reassured, holding the correct door open for you „Jus’ wanted to start a conversation “ you smiled, feeling your cheeks flush at his straightforwardness.

„Yeah, I actually have another job in like two weeks“ you said while on the phone, a little after you two began to take some photos for the launching clothing line. „No…- I guess.. - no I need to find a new place for that time.. - yeah.. - worst case scenario I will just go to a hostel or rent a cheap hotel room…- i mean I’m just sleeping there right? - no yeah...i understand.. - i should really get going now.. - i’ll call you back okay? okay.. bye“ you end the call and return next to the tall stranger you just met, waiting for instructions on what’s next in the shoot.

„uhmm“ he begins shyly, still looking to the cameraman who was adjusting his camera. „not to be nosey..but did i hear that right? You need a place to live or something?“ you looked at his side profile, explaining your current situation. „Alright, so about that..“ he interrupts, glancing between you and photographer. „A friend of mine has a spare room going in his apartment. He’s actually already looking for a new roommate, but that could be postponed. If you want to I could call him up and ask if it would be okay for you to stay there?” - „wait.. deadass?“ you ask, his generous offer shocking you. „well, I mean only if you want to?“  He looked down to observe your reaction. „I- yeah..- i mean your friend won’t murder me right?“ you joke, looking up and into his warm. He’s the first to break the eye contact, glancing at the cameraman again. „He’s one of the nicest guys I know out there…“ he assures with a small smile present. „He is so fucking nice, wouldn’t even kill a fly…“ his words of comfort continue. „Well, then yes, please I am totally willing to take you up on that offer“ is your enthusiastic response, his full attention back on you & a genuine smile decorating the handsome features. „Alright...I will ask him after the shoot is over then..“ - „Thank you so much!… it really means a lot -...umm?“ you begin, hopeful of catching his name „Oh shit yeah, guess I never introduced myself right?“ the man realised. „..My name is Jeff“ he said, reaching out for your hand „Yeah right“ you chuckle, not about to fall for his joke. „No, really..“ the smirk is back on his face. „Oh, so you are an undercover police officer just like me?“ you whisper, hoping he might catch the 21 Jumpstreet reference. „damn..“ he mutters while searching in his back pocket „this fuckin’ movie really ruined my life..“ his hand emerges with a wallet, the ID in it soon handed to you. „Jeffery Wittek..“ you read aloud „the one and only..“ he confirms still smiling softly at you.

After the shoot was over Jeff called up his friend, confirming it would be alright if you stayed with him. The very next day he helped you take all of your stuff over to his friend’s apartment.

In the weeks that followed, the two of you grew inevitably close. Although both busy with work & other responsibilities on some days, you still managed to spend at least a few hours each day together.

Sometimes he just checked in on you, making sure to ask if everything was alright. On other occasions, he visited his friend and stayed the whole day to do nothing but spending time together.

You showed him pictures of places you have been to, in return, he would share his childhood memories. You even told him about your plans for the future, while Jeff opened up about his past. It became your favourite pass time to make jokes about his inability to read properly, to which he would only tease about your short height.

Throughout your stay, the pair of you talked almost every night, about everything, just because it came so easily between you two. Always enjoying every second of valuable time together, not wanting it to end.

One of those nights, you finally built enough courage to admit that you were moving out of the country to live in Italy with your boyfriend. In reply, Jeff confessed his plans to move out to LA cause he met a girl.

Your friendship started innocently. Neither of you would have thought that it could ever build into such an intense and deep connection within the short amount of time. You were strangers only days ago, now openly sharing secrets usually too afraid to tell even the closest of friends. Maybe it was because both of you understood the reflected lack of ulterior motives in honesty. After all, you made sure to just keep things friendly, flirting carefully avoided. Or because you knew both of you were leaving, that alone reason enough not be dishonest with each other. Whatever it was, it started to become a little dangerous with time, you all too aware that the two of you were playing with the fire.

Time continued to pass, you could feel yourself begin to like the familiar boy more and more. Your heart would beat faster any time you saw him, breathing stopping for a second every time his skin touched yours. It continued on: you would get lost in his beautiful eyes whenever he looked at you, asking yourself if he could feel the same way you were. If there could ever be more. You did your best to stop those thoughts immediately, reminding your mind how you were about to leave the country for your boyfriend, whom you loved and didn’t want to betray. Besides, Jeff started to see that girl.

One night, Jeff's friend decided to hold a little get together with some of his friends, your stay in the apartment effectively forcing you to take part. Everyone had their fun, all chatting & playing drinking games on a cheerful night.

After a while, some of you somehow ended up on the rooftop of the building. Most of the people out there just wanting to get a bit of fresh air or have a cigarette, but you went up solely to enjoy the view. You loved going up to the roof just to see the shining lights of the city that doesn’t sleep.

„So your stay here is coming to an end huh?“ Jeff was the one to interrupt your admiring, walking up to you, while you looked out to the lights. You nodded „yeah“ the word spat out sadly before taking another sip of your drink. „I never thought three weeks could be over with so quickly..“ his words carried a sad undertone. „Me neither..“ you acknowledged, „i think i did and saw more in those three weeks with you than ever before“ he chuckled at the true words. „yeah.. we experienced quite a lot of New York together“ he made sure to exaggerate with his accent, sight remaining locked on you.

When you finally looked up at him, you couldn’t help but tease „So.. Is the tough Wittek gonna miss me?“ you asked jokingly while running your hand through his wind tousled hair. „Of course i will.“ he admitted. „Haven’t had so much fun in a long time..“. A smile sneaked its way across your face „oh your gonna have fun again when you are reunited with your special lady.“ you rebutted, oblivious to how his smile faded a little. Of course he would have fun again he thought. But the girl he was seeing right now wasn’t you. She was funny, but her humour couldn’t compare to yours. She was beautiful but she didn’t have those cute little dimples, which only showed when you laughed aloud. She had a promising career in front of her, but she just wasn’t you. „I guess…“ he eventually replied, still deep in thought about the girl who couldn’t compare.

You took another sip of your drink and gazed away into the distance before finally glancing at the man who had your heart.  „I think you- ..you have a little eyelash on your cheek“ Jeff said, abandoning his drink in favour of stepping a little closer and moving his hands up to your face.

One of them rested gently on your cheek, to give your head some balance as he titled it upwards, the other grazing right under your eye to get the fallen lash. His fingers lightly brushed over your skin, grasp so gentle on your face as if it was something precious. As if it could break if he put too much pressure on your little cheek. It was the very first time you really let yourself look him in the eyes tonight. Not that you haven’t looked into the brown pools before, but this time, in the light of the city, just inches away from your face, you really saw the artistic strokes of the different shades of brown melting together. You saw how the dark parts covered up the few light spots,  saw his kindness and how much he truly cared about you, all by simply looking into his beautiful brown eyes.

His hand stayed on your cheek, despite the lash being long gone. You breathed out audibly, lost in the present moment. The scent of his cologne travelling up and into your nose in the proximity you two shared right now. „we should-..probably get back to the party…“ he whispers slowly, involuntarily glancing at your lips while his palm moved from its hold on your cheek to the back of your neck. „mhmm“ you could only hum lightly in response, feeling your heart starting to beat faster, slowly rising to your tippy toes. Your face is slowly inching closer to his &  then you can feel his breath on your lips, eyes starting to close on their own accord, the two of you so close and right before your lips could touch - „Paarty time!“ one of Jeff's friend accidentally interrupts, tipsy shouting entering the rooftop. The two of you pull back immediately, not wanting him or anyone else to witness the kiss you almost shared. The friend walks obliviously towards Jeff. „man we thought you’ve left already!“ his word stuttered drunkenly. „No, I wouldn’t have left without saying goodbye“ he chuckles away as if  the moment you two just had never happened.

You had three more days in New York after that slip up before you finally left for Europe. Neither Jeff nor you mentioned the moment you two had together. After that night, and after you both finally sobered up, you convinced yourself that Jeff was too drunk to even remember what could have happened. His own thoughts were similar. Both of you far too scared to say something and ruin the time left. You were too embarrassed because Jeff had already started to date that girl he thought he liked, not to forget you were in a relationship with a boy you thought you were in love with . Both too cowardly to admit that there is indeed a spark there.

As your last day has come Jeff and his friend escorted you to the airport. „Man it will be so weird not having you around anymore y/n“ Jeffs friend said while driving through New York traffic. You looked out of the window in the backseat of the car. „I’m really gonna miss this..“ you stated, now slyly looking at Jeff, sitting in the passenger seat without returning your longing glances. In reality, what you would really miss..is him. You would miss his high pitched laugh, dark sense of humour and dry jokes, his warm and caring hugs and especially, his presence in your life. Not knowing if you would ever see him again or if you will ever come back to America again.

Jeff and his friend lead you to your gate, saying their goodbyes, promising to visit you in Italy someday, assuring that you’ll always be welcome if you decide to return. You hugged your new friend, who allowed you to stay in his apartment so graciously  before looking up at Jeff. „Come here..“ he says, opening his arms for your embrace. Your arms wrapped around his waist, his head resting atop of yours. You breathed in heavily, trying to hold back the inevitable tears. He stroked your back in comfort „I’m really gonna  miss you y/n/n..“ he conceded in a whisper. „me too..“ you admitted as well. „Promise me we will see each other again?“ Jeff asked, now looking down at you, while your own gaze travelled up to his eyes. You smiled sadly „I promise..“ you nodded with watery eyes. He hugged you again, saying your last goodbyes before you left to get your flight.

~

Jeff’s hair was slightly wet from the rain outside, a similar expression of shock on his face.„wow..uh, what?“ you let out, first to break the silence between you. „wow…“ he repeated dumbfounded. His hands were still resting holding onto your upper arms before he eventually raised them to his head in an act of disbelief. He shook his head, not sure if this was really happening right now, if it was really you in front of him. „I-„ you started again, but before you could keep talking he quickly forced you into a tight embrace.

His hands went back to your shoulders, still unsure if it was really you „This is insane..“  He muttered eventually, „it is..“ you confirmed. „How long has it been?“ Jeff was quick to ask while you still struggled to grasp the situation. „Almost 6 years..“ you uttered lightly.

„How’s Vince?“ he couldn’t help but ask with interest. „Oh...we uh, we broke up a while ago..“ you admitted, remembering your days in Italy. „oh I’m so sorry.“ the reply was sympathetic. „Yeah..how is Cierra?“ you asked in return, curious about the girl he started to see when you guys just met. Jeff glanced over into the living room, suddenly aware of all who were witnessing your reunion. „we also broke up a while ago..“. The information delivered with no emotions. You nodded lightly, unsure on how exactly to react or respond.

You checked your phone to look at what time it was, „I should probably go now..“ you mentioned, breaking the short moment of silence between you two. „Yeah..“ Jeff nodded, freeing your way to the exit. As made your very first step towards the door he stopped you by saying „Listen, before you go, can i get your num-“ before he could even end his sentence you interrupted „-just ask Natalie for it“ you informed him, „‚cause if you won’t, i’ll promise you that i will..“ you stepped closer to the door while teasing. „I’m not gonna lose touch with you again Wittek..“ you reveal and he chuckles.

Just when you were reaching for the front door again Jeff stopped you „y/n..“ you turn to look back at him, seeing that his stretched out hand held an umbrella „Here, take this..“ he demands softly „S’shitty weather out there..“ he adds with a little knowing smirk.

[makeusfreefromthisfandom]

For @tea-chan-191 and her friend’s birthday!💝

I Wish For... | Rin Matsuoka x Reader

A/n: I haven’t thoroughly proof read this yet so please excuse any major mistakes :) Also I wrote this at 12am sooo I have no idea how I even came up with this but happy birthday tea Chan’s friend I hope you enjoy this! ❤️

Genre: Birthday, should I say a bit angsty in the beginning? Not really tho lol, fluffyyy

Word Count: ~1k

“Mmmm” you stirred, the sharp rays of the sun directed on your face. Upon waking, you burrowed yourself deeper into the sheets. Blinking away the remainders of sleep, you gazed out at the horizon.

Well it doesn’t feel any different

You yawned, pulling the blanket to your eyes in hopes to fall back into a peaceful slumber. It was to no avail as the constant ringing of your phone made its way to your ears. You reluctantly lifted yourself, pulling off the sheets and stumbling towards your bathroom.

Now sitting at the breakfast table, you quickly scanned through your messages, a smile playing on your lips

I sure feel loved

However it quickly fell when you didn’t see the one notification you were hoping for. The rest of the morning was spent talking on the phone, replying to messages and reading through letters and gifts. The afternoon was much the same, with a couple of friends taking you out to lunch, but that was about it. Crashing onto the couch, you scrolled through your phone, frowning when you still didn’t see a certain name pop up on the screen.

It’s almost 7 too

“Ah!” You jumped at the sudden loud rapping of the front door, dropping your phone.

“I’m coming! I’m coming!” You unlatched the door, opening it slowly when suddenly your vision was obscured.

“Hey! What! Put me down!” You began freaking out, as you felt yourself being carried.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

Am I gonna die?

On my birthday!?

“Haru! Careful!” Huh? Haru?....

“Well why don’t you carry them down the stairs instead.”

Wait...

“Haru?! Makoto?! What the hell is this! Take this bag or whatever the hell this is off of my head!”

“Sorry (y/n) just hold on a bit longer...happy birthday by the way.” You made the voice out to be Haru’s.

“Ha-happy b-birth...?” You were dumbfounded.

“Oi! If you’re trying to surprise me this isn’t the way to- .....oh.” The item obscuring your view was suddenly lifted. You blinked a few times, adjusting your eyes to the figure in front, only to have them widen.

No way.

You stood there agape. Feet frozen to the ground, stomach twisting, breath hitched, eyes still trying to process the image a few feet ahead.

“R-R- ”

“No time to be shocked babe, we gotta get a move on!” The man swiftly took your hand, leading you away.

“R-Rin?” The redhead paused briefly to turn around and give you a cheeky smile, before continuing to drag you onward. You bewildered, followed suit. Still too dazed to ask questions or say anything coherent at all even, you just turn your head towards the horizon, watching as pools of reds and oranges spread their largess across the sky.

“Alright wait here.”

“Huh?”

Rin disappeared as you began to make sense of your surroundings.

The....beach?

You looked down at your feet.

Rose....petals?

You steadily follow the pathway, eyes widening once reaching its end. In front of you was a tiny, round clothed table, polished silver cutlery shining in the late evening light adorned with beautiful vermilion napkins. In the center was a large, lit white candle held by a single candelabrum. Your eyes then traveled to tall male, hair messily tied back and sleeves rolled up, an arm holding up a bouquet of deep red roses.

“Happy birthday (y/n)!”

Your eyes welled up in a mix of emotions, the corners beginning to tear. Where your words failed, your actions came through as you ran into Rin’s open arms, burying your face in his chest.

“You’re-you’re really here!” Rin chuckled, rubbing his arms up and down your back, returning your hug full force.

“Yeah....I really a-am...” You laughed pulling back.

“Hey! You’re not supposed to be the one crying here!”

“I-I’m not- anyways we should probably eat before our food gets cold.” Rin pointed towards the romantic candle lit dinner table. You nodded your head in agreement as he guided you towards your chair, pulling it out for you to sit.

The calm stillness of the evening was spent in a lull, all of it still surreal with the love of your life sitting right there in front of you, chatting away. You couldn’t help but smile widely, heart warming knowing the reason that Rin flew 6.848 kilometers was just to spend an evening by sea, on a candlelit dinner table, for your birthday. It was nice to know that Rin hadn’t changed a bit. Lost in your thoughts, you hadn’t realized the large open palm in front of you.

“Come on, before it gets too dark.” Rin held his hand out, jerking his head toward the ebbing tides.

“Yes yes, let’s run off into the sunset together, hand in hand, happily ever after”

“Oi! don’t make fun of me...” Rin flashed you a grin, pulling you close, and then capturing your starved lips in a longing, fervent kiss. The flutter in your heart intensified, pounding against your chest, as your knees grew weak and melted into his devout, soft lips. Enamored in the sensation, you startled as two strong arms swiftly swept you off of your feet, lifting you up in the air bridal style.

“Ah! What are you doing!”

“Running off with you into the sunset.” Rin winked at you, signature sharky grin, before running full force into the waves.

“Rin! You’re gonna drop me- ” you were cut off as your lips were caught in yet, another fiery kiss. Pulling back, foreheads still connected, it was like the world had lulled and stopped, only the sound of crashing waves against the shore make its way to your ears and the gradual subdue of the fading light as colors muted into velvety blues and blacks.

“Happy birthday...(y/n)”~

[phantom-god-suki]

BACK AGAIN! *hugs* How are you love, I hope well. I would like to request something for everyone’s favorite triangle boy, the precious Misumi! I guess maybe something along the lines of how they met, that would probably be cute af. I would say it can be SFW/NSFW like my other two requests but it feels like he’s too innocent and pure for NSFW. But if you would like to add that add that in, you’re more than welcomed to. Thanks again boo ! 💜🤍💜🤍

AHHHH I’M SO SO SORRY THIS TOOK LIKE F O R E V E R! WRITERS BLOCK HIT ME SO HARD I’M CRYING. Since it took so long, I decided to write you a story instead! I hope you enjoy oml.

Misumi Xfem! Reader: How they met

I feel like Misumi is all over the place, so meeting him would be by pure chance. I had to think for like five minutes to find the perfect place for you two to meet hvdujabsghdve.

One day after a long day at college, you decide to head to your favorite onigiri spot to grab a quick bite before heading home. You order 4 grilled chicken onigiris and sit at your usual spot. While waiting for your food, you scroll through instablam for about 5 minutes before hearing the door swing open. You look up from your phone to see a gorgeous purple haired guy. He walks over to the counter and orders his food and then sits down right next to you and smiles.

“You’re the best triangle I’ve ever seen!” The boy laughs and stares at you more intensely. You slightly tilt your head, wonder what he meant by that. He seems to sense your confusion, and grabs your hand. “You look like a perfect triangle!”

“Um...Thank you? What does that even mean…” You question his words and look down at your hand that he is holding. 

“Do you want to have lunch with me? We can look for more triangles afterwards!” He exclaims and gives your hand a little squeeze. You are dumbfounded by how strange this whole situation was. 

“I..uh...sure why not, I don’t have anything to do anyways. Where do you want to go?” You give in and sigh.

“How about the park!! That’s my favorite place to sit and eat!! They also have sooo many triangles there hehe.” The boy beams and stands up while still holding your hand. 

“Um...your orders are ready!” The cashier waves at us. We take our food from her and I put a tip in the jar. “Oh by the way, I just have to say that you and your boyfriend are such a cute couple!” She gleams and starts walking away.

“W-We aren’t a-” You start to reply back to her. 

“Thank you! That’s so nice of you to say!!” The boy waves back and grabs both his and your food with his free hand. You stare at him in shock, realizing that he just acknowledged the fact that the cashier called you a couple. While walking to the park, he talks about his adventures with finding triangles. Shortly after arriving in the park, he stops for a moment and stares into a bush. “Do you see that?” He asks you. You notice something shuffle around in the bush in question. The boy let’s go of your hand and carefully approaches the shrub with his hands raised. “Hey little buddy.” He whispers in a comforting tone. “It’s okay, I’m not going to hurt you. You can trust me! Meow~”  Suddenly, a cat appears from behind the bush and rubs its head against him. You look on in shock and then burst out in laughter. The boy looks at you and starts laughing too.

“Y-You can...haha...talk to cats? Is there something you can’t do pfft?” You hold your stomach and try to stop yourself from laughing. “O-Oh by the way,” You take a deep breath and speak normally. “My name is Y/N! What is your name?” 

“Misumi Ikaruga! And this cat’s name is Spots! I come here often to feed him!” You sit down next to him and pet Spots. 

“She’s soo cuute!” You exclaim. 

“Actually,” he responds. “Spots is a boy!” After a while of just sitting in silence, enjoying each other's presence, you feel your stomach growl. Misumi looks over at you and holds a piece of his onigiri to your mouth.

“Oh don’t worry, I bought my own. Thank you for the offer though!” You chuckle and shake your head.

“Come onnn~ Just try one! I get mine special!” He insists and moves the onigiri closer to your mouth. You sigh and open your mouth. As soon as he pops it in, you hear someone approaching.

“Sumi?! What’re you doing here!” The boy walks right up to You and Misumi and waves. 

“Hiii Kazunari! Y/N and I here are eating onigiri! Isn’t she the prettiest triangle you’ve ever seen!?” 

“She is a real babe! Nice to meet you sweetheart?” 

“Um,” You interrupt. “Misumi, who is he?”

“This is my good friend Kazunari! We are in the same acting troupe!”

“Oh. Nice to meet you too Kazunari!” You smile and wave him over to sit. He plops next to you and leans over to whisper in your ear.

“So what’s the deal with you and Sumi? Are you a thing or…” 

“No no, it’s nothing like that. We just met today. He is super adorable though.” You smile and look over to Misumi who is playing with Spots. You gently tap his shoulder and point to your onigiri bag. His eyes brightened as he viciously nods his head. You open the bag and hold out one of your onigiri to him. To your surprise, he takes a bite from your hand. You both started to giggle to each other. You turn to Kazunari and offer him one of your onigiris. He shakes his head and takes out his phone. He takes a surprise selfie with the three of you and stands up.

“This is gonna get me so many likes on the Blam! You too love birds have fun okay? Catch ya later Sumi! Bye pretty girl!” Kazunari waves and walks away. You and Misumi wave back to him and continue to eat. You both talk for so long that you don’t realize that the sun is setting. 

“Oh my, it's gotten late hasn’t it? I guess it's time to head home.” You pout.

“Oh no worries hehe! We can do this everyday!!” 

“Everyday is a bit too much Misumi… How about once a week?” 

“Hmm...but I want to see you more!”

“I- that’s so wholesome wow. Okay, how about twice a week then?” 

“Okie-doki! That sounds good to me! See ya tomorrow then Y/N”

“TOMORROW?? But that’s so soon. Here though, take my number. We can talk about it later.” You laugh. Misumi puts your number in his phone and gives you a big hug before waving goodbye. You wave back and smile to yourself. ‘Maybe Kazunari was right after all…’

So like is it just me or is Kazu the official wing man for literally everyone in Mankai...Okay that’s definitely canon as of right now. I hppe you enjoyed though despite the long wait. Stay safe! -Suki❤️

[letsbefeminist]

Hi, I hope I'm not bothering you but I was wondering if you had any advice for like getting your self-esteem/positive self-image back after being cheated on? My s.o. and I decided to still stay together but I'm just having trouble in the aftermath with feeling like myself, or feeling good about myself, or feeling like I'm still attractive to my partner. Also I love your blog and you're always so amazing and sweet in your replies so I hope you don't mind, thank you!

You are definitely not a bother & I’m incredibly sorry you’re even dealing with this right now. It’s a devastating thing to go through & it really can change who you are & how you see/think about yourself.

((This is gonna be looooong as hell tbh & also, thank you for being so sweet! It really made my night & I don’t mind at all you coming to me to talk! 💜💗))

Okaaay, I found out all the way back in November that my partner cheated on me. Like you, i decided to stay with him & work through things but I gotta say, this has been a challenge like no other.

Sooo, I know EXACTLY what you mean about not feeling good about yourself & not feeling attractive to the person you love so dearly. It’s incredibly difficult to feel like yourself when you’ve been betrayed by someone so close to you. By someone who’s supposed to have your back. But you’re still in there my love. It’s just a new scar, that’s all.

Like, it’s taken me months to even attempt this, but day by day lately, I’ve been stacking bricks, trying to build a wall between me & all that bullshit & hurt. Like I literally envision a wall. So yes, it is hard but it’s also doable. Even if it’s slow to happen.

You gotta remember/find out who you are outside of your relationship & outside of being cheated on. Yes, it changes you, it makes you angry & sad & sometimes it’s just agonizing to live with it but it’s not who we are at all. Being cheated on isn’t what defines us!

We are so much more than this shitty thing that happened to us. Sooo much more.

My angel, remember that you weren’t cheated on because you’re unattractive, unworthy, unlovable, or whatever. You’re gonna have to tell yourself this until you listen. Until you actually start believing it. This is legit one of the bricks for my wall & it’s going to be one of the most important ones tbh.

& yeah, this part is DEFINITELY easier said than done, but I’m closer to listening to that today than I was just last month. You’ll get there too. Biggest thing is, don’t rush. Healing takes time. Working on trusting again takes time. Working on feeling like yourself takes time. That’s okay. Believe me.

Next step to building that confidence back up is don’t fucking hate on yourself!!! My goodness, I struggle with this so every time I say that I’m just ugly or that he doesn’t love me I’m knocking a brick off my wall & I got to start over again. That’s unfair to ourselves. We can’t do that.

So every time you start hating on yourself you HAVE to make the conscious effort to quit that shit. Say something nice about yourself. I don’t care if it’s something like your earlobe is cute. Anything positive, no matter how small, is AUTOMATICALLY better than whatever hateful thing you’re saying at the moment. Work on that. Work on being nice to yourself because you’re already going through so much & without a doubt, you did ABSOLUTELY NOTHING to deserve being cheated on. You wouldn’t say mean things to someone who is already hurting, so why do it to yourself?

Ask for help is the next thing on my list. Find people who boost your confidence & who you can vent to. A family member, your BFF, anyone. Ask them to be your hype man. To remind you how great you are. How fucking gorgeous & sweet you are, how damn funny & smart you are. This is especially important when you start falling into a self-hate spiral. It’s sooo easy to forget how others see us when someone so close changed the way you view yourself, but that positive reinforcement does do a lot. ((& yeah, you’re gonna be like bullshit a lot of the times, but it does help to hear it. Even if you only believe them for a minute, that’s one less minute of feeling horrible)).

You should also try to do all those things that make you feel good about yourself. The things that made you feel lovable & attractive. Whether that’s dressing up & going on a date or something more intimate & personal. Allow yourself to feel sexy in your own eyes & in the eyes of your partner.

Do the things that always seem to make your partner go wild for you (I know how cheesy this sounds😎). If they’re all like “daaaaaaamnnn,” that’s gonna feel pretty fucking good. Bask in those moments because you need that good feeling. It helps so much to feel like you’re fine as hell to your partner & if you find yourself no believing them, revert back to the above.

Also, you’re gonna have to tell your partner what you need from them. Specifically & generically. Like, that was the biggest thing for me & our relationship. I needed him to be an open book so he’s steady being open about who he’s talking to on his phone, what he’s doing on social media & so on & so forth. Like it’s gotten to the point where Im not always having to ask, he’ll just tell me. That helps build the trust back up.

I also asked him to do things that make me feel important & special again. Things that are outside of sex (this is so damn important). Like when he buys me flowers randomly or calls me beautiful when I least expect it, that feel so good. That helps me feel like I’m thought about, cared about, loved & special to him. It sounds basic but that’s what normal partners do & the goal is to feel normal within the relationship again.

You clearly love this person & want this relationship to workout so you’re also gonna need to remind yourself about how they used to make you feel. Like, at some point they made you feel like you were on top of the world. Hold on to those feelings & memories. REMIND YOURSELF THAT THE PERSON WHO MADE YOU FEEL SO GREAT IS STILL IN THERE!!! THAT THEY LOVE YOU FOR YOU!! THAT YOU DESERVE TO BE LOVED!!!!

Yes, a lot has changed & you’re gonna have to accept that things can’t go exactly back to the way they used to be. So you gotta work on a better tomorrow. A tomorrow where you can trust this person again. One where you feel normal & good & attractive again. Hold onto the good memories & make even better ones. This all helps you move forward, & that’s the whole point. I know you miss those good ol’ days but those aren’t the only ones that are going to matter & getting caught up on how things used to be is just gonna depress the hell outta you. Like I’ve made myself sick doing this & I’m trying like hell to stop doing it. It’s okay to miss how things were, but if you really want to move on, you got to accept that things have changed & that it can be a good thing.

Another great thing you can do for yourself is live up the moments you feel good. Like when you had a good day, hold onto that. Be excited about that. Be proud of e v e r y single moment that you didn’t think about yourself negatively or about being cheated on, because like I said, it isn’t what defines you.

There’s a lot you are going to have to work on personally. There’s also a lot you’ll have to work on together. You’re going to have to be open when you can & sometimes you’re just gonna have to wipe the tears & keep on keepin’ on. That shit is hard but it’s for you & your relationship. It can be worth it!

Don’t be so quick to doubt yourself & the impact you have on your partner. There is soooo many qualities of yours that would make anyone lucky to have you in their life & lemme tell you, they know this.

Soo if you gotta walk around like the cockiest mofo around in order to believe it, so be it. If that’s what helps get your confidence back up, shooooo then fake it till you make it boo.

It’s gonna take so much strength & courage from you to feel better & to feel like yourself again but it will happen. It’s gonna be agonizing at times & it’ll probably be slow too but progress is progress, no matter how much bullshit you go through to get there.

But, all in all my dear, you are smart, beautiful, kind, sweet, strong as fuck, & worth loving & if you need me to remind you of that, I will. Every day I will.

I want you to be happy & it’s okay to struggle with how you feel. Just know that that’s not the end of the road. This isn’t the only chapter that’s written in your book. You have to remember all the great things about you & that happens one day at time. So be patient. Be gentle with yourself & allow yourself time to heal.

You’ll feel like yourself again one day & you’ll feel attractive & good about yourself one day too. Just know you have my support & I know exactly how you feel so if you ever need to talk shugg, I am here for you.

So let me end all this with hopefully a smile because I’m gonna send you all the great, incredible love vibes your way sugaaaaah 🌈🔮💕💚💘

[hazelandglasz]

Klaine, i was shrunk to 4 inches tall by a witch and now i kinda live in your kitchen without you knowing au - I know it sounds creepy but I guess if anyone can make it be cute instead, that would be you. :)

I’m so sorry it took me so long to get through my drafted prompts, but I hope you’ll like it!!

We sorta got used to pocket!Blaine, let’s have Kurt downsized a bit ;)

On AO3

“And herehe goes,” Kurt tells Lorant as they sip on their cranberry juice. “Looking asdreamy as ever.”

Lorantnods.

“I know, Iknow,” Kurt replies to the unsaid comment, “I should let him know that I, Iexist, but what’s the point?”

“…”

“Stop it,I’m not depreciating myself, I just—I know I don’t have much to offer rightnow.”

They bothturn to look at Blaine as he throws his shirt over the couch in the heat of hissilent choreography, and Kurt sighs into his drink.

It’s notcreepy.

… Okay,maybe it is a little bit creepy, but it’s not like Kurt is spying on hisroommate on purpose. They just live together, and Blaine is visually appealing.

So okay,maybe Blaine doesn’t know that he has a roommate.

Maybe.

And maybeKurt is not exactly a roommate, and more like a … visitor.

A littlevisitor.

Afour-inches tall squatter who had to make a home for himself in his neighbour’sapartment because he couldn’t find a way to get back in his own place after adejected suitor decided to curse him for rejecting him. Because witchcraft is athing apparently.

Maybe.

It’s noteasy, being a Thumbelino, but at least he’s not completely alone in thisadventure, thanks to Lorant’s friendship, and he managed to find clothes.

Sort of.

A PowerRanger’s doll’s costume. He makes it work, if he may say so himself.

“Oh God,”Kurt moans to himself as the thought forms in his head.

He’s found companionship in an ant, and he isdressed like an action figure.

How low canhe get?

“Hello? Isthere somebody in here?”

Shit, shit,fuck.

Blainefrowns, looking around the room. For a brief moment, his eyes land on Kurt’sspot—second shelf, between the peppercorns and the “fleur de sel”—before heshrugs it off and returns to his dancing, bless his heart.

Achoreography involving a copious amount of hip shaking.

Bless.Blaine. Be.

Kurt sighsand finishes his thimble of juice before starting to climb down to the sink. Ifhe doesn’t want to attract more of Lorant to his domain, he absolutely has tokeep a perfect hygiene.

A drop ofwater falls from the faucet and he uses it to clean his thimble.

“What.”

Kurtfreezes.

“Are y—whatis—what?”

Slowly,carefully, Kurt turns his head toward Blaine.

Blainewhose eyes are so wide they seem to be ready to pop out of his head and whosemouth is wide open.

Ah, sothere is a circumstance in which Blaine is not as attractive as usual.

“Hello.”

Kurt onlywanted to be polite, but Blaine’s reaction gives him an eternity of regret.

His screamis enough to make Kurt’s eardrums ring and he nearly falls into the sink at thestrength of it.

“Oh my God,here, don’t fall,” Blaine says, a shiver in his voice as he saves Kurt fromexploding on the surface of it. “I’m holding you in my hand so I’m not dreamingthis, here you go, you’re a human, a r-real human, except, except you—you are—”

“Fourinches tall, yeah. Usually, though, I’m closer to 5”10.”

“Usually?”

“Longstory.”

Blainecocks one eyebrow at Kurt. “I bet.”

“I wascursed by a witch, okay? Some lunatic with a big crush and too much power onhis hands.”

Blaine’seyebrows reach for his hairline as the story unfolds, but he frowns at theconclusion. “A guy you refused to date cursed you to be four inches tall andlive in my cupboards?”

Kurt canfeel his face heat up. “Um, no, no. Just the four inches part.”

“Sooo, howdid you end up freeloading here?”

Kurt wouldgladly take the fall into the sink now, please. “I rent the apartment at theend of the floor, 8C? And when I realized which size I was, I couldn’t get backto the safety of my own place until the curse is lifted. And then, you came home, opened your door and I—”

“Seized theopportunity,” Blaine concludes.

“You’rehandling all of this remarkably well.”

“Oh, no,I’m half convinced that you are the product of my over active imaginationmeeting the not so fresh tamales I had for lunch, and that you will be gone inthe morning.”

“O-okay?”

“But if youare a product of my imagination, this situation has all the ingredients for agood script, and I might as well use the illusion until it passes.”

“Ah.”

“That beingsaid …”

“Uh-oh.”

“You dolook like the guy from 8C.”

“Well, I dolook like me, yeah.”

“But, itwouldn’t be the first time I’ve imagining him—you—being here with me.”

Kurt stops drillingholes into the counter to stare at Blaine. “Beg your pardon?!”

This cannotbe.

Sure, hehad a crush on Blaine long before he invaded his apartment.

As a matterof fact, Kurt started daydreaming about his neighbour the day he moved into thebuilding and Blaine benevolently showed him around the building and theneighbourhood.

Ah, hisgentle teasing of Kurt being the “new kid” with a pat to his shoulder …

Good times.

But livingwith Blaine has only increased this crush, to the point where Kurt doodledtheir names in a heart of strawberry jam.

Blainecannot reciprocate. That’s just not how Kurt’s life goes. No, Kurt crushes onunattainable guys and attracts revengeful witches.

Just beforeNikolai cursed him, Kurt was very close to settling for a life without romance.

Does thismean that he could have had a romance with his cute neighbour all this freakingtime??

“Guess thetiny cat is out of the tiny bag,” Blaine says, chuckling embarrassedly as sherubs his hand on the back of his neck.

“Whichdoesn’t matter since I’m not real?”

Blainesquats so his eyes are levelled with Kurt’s. “You do matter. Even if you’re notreal.”

Kurtreaches for Blaine’s cheek and presses his hand into it. “Can you hold thatthought until I return to my normal self?”

“How longhas it been already?”

“Two days?”

“O-okay.How long do you think it will be?”

Kurt sighs,and he does not focus on the way it makes Blaine’s long eyelashes flutter.

Absolutelynot.

“I don’tknow.”

Blainestraightens up and offers his palm to Kurt, who quickly climbs aboard. “Tellyou what,” Blaine says softly as he returns to his living room and gentlysettles on the couch, “let me sleep on all of this …,” he pauses, mimicking anexplosion near his temple, “and then, if you’re still you and here in the morning,we’ll decide on a plan.”

Kurt pullshis legs against his chest and leans his chin on top of his knees. “A plan?”

“Either tofind the man who cursed you, or do some research to see how long it will last.”

Kurt liftshis head to look at Blaine. “Why do you care?”

Blainesmiles gently and scoots closer to Kurt. “I care about having a chance toactually meet you, the real you, to tell you that meeting you has changed me,in a way I’m pretty sure has inspired love songs and romantic comedies sincethe dawn of time. I care, Kurt, because I saw you and it was the most naturalthing in the world to take your hand and show you around.”

“Why—whydidn’t you say something? Before?”

Blainechuckles and brushes his hand against the stray curls escaping his gelembarrassedly. “I don’t know if you’ve seen yourself, but you cut quite astriking figure, even when you pick up your mail,” he tells Kurt withoutlooking at him. “My intimidated self trumped my crushed one.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah.We’ve lost some time, haven’t we?”

“Yeah. Sostupid.”

“But it’snot too late,” Blaine adds, a new hope in his eyes. “First, let me wake upwithout being gone.”

“I wouldn’tleave without saying goodbye.”

And I never want to say goodbye, so.

“I know youwouldn’t.”

“Goodnight, Kurt—speaking of which, where have you slept for the past two days?”

Kurtblushes. “I slept in one of your gloves you left in the kitchen.”

“Ah! I knewI didn’t lose it.”

“Sorry?”

“That’sfine, at least you weren’t cold,” Blaine says, voice soft and warm. “Goodnight, Kurt.”

“Goodnight, Blaine.”

With onelast look to Kurt, Blaine shakes his head and disappears in his bedroom.

Kurtdoesn’t know when he fell asleep, or how, with all that excitement, but the firstsunray does hit him in the face.

“I didn’tclose the cupboard’s door?” he mutters to himself, rubbing his hands over hisface.

“Maybe youdid, but my cupboard is gone.”

Kurtstartles and looks towards Blaine, who is standing in his tank top and yoga pantsand gaping at him like a fish.

A veryattractive fish, but a fish nonetheless.

A fish thatdoesn’t seem as big as he did the previous day.

“And you’rereal.”

“What.”

“And you’reback to your normal size.”

“What?”

“And you’renaked, oh my God.”

“What?!”

“Here,”Blaine says, one hand covering his eyes and the other throwing a coat at Kurt.

Kurt pullson the coat—God, it feels so good to be out of the Power Ranger costume he“borrowed” when he got turned—and glances at Blaine.

Who seems verybusy observing the specks of dust floating in the sunlight.

“All clear,”Kurt says, reaching with the tip of his fingers for Blaine’s arm.

Blainetakes a deep breath and turns to look at him. His eyes search Kurt’s beforesweeping down his now thankfully covered body.

His lipsstretch into a beaming smile, and Blaine’s hand cups Kurt’s cheek. “There youare.”

[boobjesus]

Ok here's a sex question basically I'm a bisexual gal and I was dating this girl last summer right and we fucked and we fucked a lot a lot and it was sooo good and I got rlly good at fucking pussy and it's amazing but rn i really want dick and hav piv sex but I'm worried that it's different? And idk how to initiate sex w straight cis males? Like how different is it?? I've sucked a lotta dicks just not gone all the way with them cuz #birth control but anyways if u hav any advice about that!!!

hi hunni sorry 4 late reply ive been a Busy Woman . ok thats amazing and im jealous and so happy for u. Tbh i feel like What makes someone good at sex is 1. listening to their partner and 2. wanting 2 please their partner ... like yea techniques vary but u can literally say that uve mainly been with girls and im sure any dude would be SO happy to show u what he likes. also tbh im my experience dudes are way easier to get with that girls bc like  girls are goddesses and its scary and im always scared that theyre not actually gay im just hoping that they are and so man dudes r thirsty af lmaooooo. i dont think initiating is any different  like if u got game u got game. also i was on the pill for a while and my skin got better and i gained a lil bit of weight (but that mightve been from being in a relationship TBH) and now im on the implanon/rod and i havent noticed any side effects AND i havent gotten my period once since i got it and im so happy w it tbh, like its amazing not having to rememeber to take a pill and then being stressed cos u took it an hour late. but ya talk to ur doctor or go o the action centre on elizabeth st thats where i got the implanon!! 

[everywherebut]

New Guardian [Jacob Stone x reader]

Jacob Stone x reader A/n: I AM TAKING REQUESTS!!!! This is my first one shot, and I also wrote it on my phone… sooo yeah

After the boxing competition, you come to your apartment and relax on your bed. The match was very hard today, the girl you were fighting wouldn’t give up, but you won anyways. When you thought you could finally get some sleep, you hear a knock at the door. You trudge over to the entrance to your apartment, and find no one there, but a letter? You pick it up and open it as you go back into your apartment. It’s an invitation to work as a guardian for a library? Ha! No. Why would a library need a guardian? You scoff as your throw it into the trash. You walk into your room, thinking just about food. And when you get to your room, the letter, to work as a guardian is there. You are incredibly puzzled. Didn’t you just throw this away. Whatever. You take the letter and go to throw it away once again. But instead of going back to your room, you decide to take a nap on the couch. When you get you the couch, you sit down and relax, only to find yourself sitting on something. When you stand back up, there is the invitation again. “fine, FINE!! I’LL GO!! Alright? ILL GO TO THIS ADDRESS?” 

Then you realize your talking to yourself. But then you decide to you in the morning, cuz it’s about 11 at night. The first thing you do in the morning is get ready, you take a shower, do your hair, and decide to wear a dress with long sleeves. Then think to myself ‘psh no’, then you go and change again. You go to the address, and see an alley, with a door on the side? Were you at the right place? You double check, and this indeed is the address. Then, you open the handle and walk right in. What would you be shocked by? 

 Flynn’s Pov

 I was talking with Jenkins, while Eve was training with Cassandra, Ezekiel, and Stone. The transporting doors opened, and in walks a girl? I look at her with wide eyes, and snap my head toward Jenkins, who has the same expression as I do. I was about to get up, Jenkins pushes me down, signaling that he should talk instead. As Jenkins is walking over to her, the women asks,“Excuse me, is this the library?” 

 “No,” Jenkins replied,“well, this is part of the library, this is the annex. Can I help you?” 

 “Actually someone sent me this invitation.” She starts to take the invitation out, but I rush up to her and grab it before Jenkins can get it. I didn’t send out an invitation? Did I? No I don’t believe I did. Why would he library send her an invitation, we already have 3 librarians in training?!? Please have this not be another one of them!

 I skim through the invitation… ITS FOR A GUARDIAN POSITION? Jenkins says,“ I’m going to check the door, I swear I turned them off..” as he walks away.

 I turn to her and say quickly,“How did you get here?” She laughs before saying,“through the doors?” I attempt to punch her, to quickly knock her out. But she catches it before it it’s her face. “Dude come on. Seriously?” I put my fist down and give her a scowl, which she returns. I turn to walk away, but then attempt to kick her hardly in the stomach. Key word: attempt. She grabs it with one hand, before saying,“I didn’t want to do this.” Do what? Then she flips me over and my face goes straight into the floor. 

 Your pov (again) 

After you flip him, you start to walk around. A women with a blonde ponytail walks in asking,“what’s happening, I hear a lot happening.” When she sees me her eyes turn wide and she points and me and asks,“who is she?” 

 “I’m (y/n) (y/l/n). I’m here to be a guardian?” The women goes to hastily pull the man off of the ground, before taking him out of the room. Three people walk into the room after the other two walks out. 

“Umm. Hello there? What are you doing here?” a guy asked.

“OO! Are you a  new librarian?” asked a women with red hair.

“My name is (y/n). I got an invitation for a position of a guardian.”

“I CALL HER!” one of the guys yell.

“NO WAY!” the other guy shouts. 

They continue to fight while the the red haired girl introduced herself.”My name is Casandra.” The boys stop fighting tp introduce themselves as well.

“I’m Jacob Stone.”

“I’m Ezekiel Jones.” After they introduce themselves, the man who tried to punch me and the blond haired women came back.

“I’m sorry about him earlier.”The blonde said,”My name is Eve, I’m also a guradian, why don’t i show you around.” You nod, as you follow Eve. She brings you through a hallway into a really bog library.”This is the library. We collect magical articles and put them here, so they don’t fall into the wrong hands. The three people you’ve meet, Ezekial,Stone, and Casandra, are librarians in training. You and me would have the responsibilty of training them, so they can become better. The man who tried to punch you, Flynn, is the head librarian.” 

“Where do you guys sleep?”

“There are multiple sleeping chambers in the hallways from the annex.”

“Sounds good. Do you mind if I watch you train the librarians in training? So i can get the feel of what’s going to be going on.”

“oh, of course. We can start right now. I’ll call them into the gym.” When everyone gets outside, you sit on the side, while Eve stands in front of the librarains in trainng. Jacob looks at you and smiles a little bit, before Eve calls his attention again. They start to train as a group, just doing the regular stuff, a while later, they call it over for the day. 

After they finish training, everyone goes into the annex. you head into the upstairs area and look for an interesting book. You pick up a pretty old, but intresting book on greek mythology. You head back downstairs, sit down, and start to read. 

“Hey.” a voice says. You look uo and see Jacob sitting next to you.

“Hello.” you respond.

“So. Greek mythology?”

“Yeah. I find it pretty intresting.”

“Me two! So what did you do before you came here?” He asked.

“I was a professional fighter.”

“Who likes greek mythology?”

“Yeah spunds weird huh? But lately I’ve been trying to learn a lot more about art and culture.”

“How about this? You teach me more about fighting and all that stuff, and I’ll show you more about art.”

“hahaha. alright, deal.” 

——-Time skip to a two months later——-

The four of you,Casandra, Ezekial, Jacob, and you,were at a local place to eat in Texas. You guys just finished a mission, and you all have been there for a while, and you were getting pretty tired.

“I think I’m gonna go to the library.” You said standing up.

“AWw come on (y/n). Stay for a little while longer.” Ezekial says.

“Please?” Casandra pleaded.

“No, I’m pretty tired. I’ll see you guys tomorrow.”

“I’ll walk you back to your room.” says Jacob standing up.

“You really don’t have to. Its not that far anyways.”

“No no no. I insist.” Jacob smiles at you, and you smile back. It was quiet for a little while walking back. “ I hope you know that You look really beautiful today.” Jacob says looking ahead.

You blush loudly while saying,”Thank you, you look handsome everyday.” You don’t see his face. When you guys get to your room, he hugs you before saying goodnight, and starts to head back.

Third person pov

When Jacob got back to Ezekial and Casandra, he slids into the seat next to Ezekial. Ezekial nodges him while smirking.

“Dude, what?” Jacob asked looking at Ezekial and Casandra, before they started to laugh.”seriously though, what?”

“Oh come on mate!” Ezekial starts,”You know whats up.”

“What are you talking about?” Jacob asked looking at Ezekial and Casandra.’

“He means about (Y/n).” Casandra says.

“What about (Y/n)?” Jacob asked. Ezekial and Casandra busts out laughing again.

“You two are practically dating! You two are so close!” Ezekial says as Casandrea nodds.

“no way! I’m just as close to her as you are.”

“yeah Suuurreee Stone.” Ezekial says rolling his eyes.

——–Time Skip by an additional 2 months——–

“Your being too tense Jacob.” You show him the stance again, him, still not getting it completely right.”If you want to have a stronger impact, you need to be less tense. Wait stay there.” 

You right infront of Jacob, he felt your cold cheek against his warm one and it gave him chills. He asked,”Wha-” He swallowed hard,”What are y-you doing?” You put your hands on his on his back and pressed them in certain parts. 

You felt him start to put his hands down,”No put your hands back up. You still need to be in a fighting position. I’m just trying to relieve some muscles.”

“R-right.” Jacob says as he puts his hands back into a fighting position. You move closer so your body is right against him. You can feel his muscles tightening even more.

“That’s it. Get on the mat.” You said taking a step back away from him.

“What?” Jacob asked putting his hands down.

“Get on the mat, I’m gonna give you a back massage. I feel like its the only way to relieve the stress. Maybe then, you can get the stance right.”

“R-right. The stance.” Jacob mumbled as he got onto the mat. You stradled him on his back and started to massage him. Jacob tried to hold in a moan. After a while, you felt the immense pressure leave his back. You were about to get up when he grabbed your foot and flipped you over. Before you can say anything, he started to kiss you, you were shocked at first, but closed your eyes and kissed him back. You felt as though your lips fit perfectly into his. All of a sudden, he pushed away and sat up.

“I’m sorry.”Jacob starts,”I really shouldn’t have done that. I-” You interupt him by smashing your lips into his once more. You can feel his tongue asking for entrance, he puts you down onto the mat once more and continue to kiss him. 

All of a sudden you hear a high pitched “EEk!” is heard. You both pull back to see Casandra, looking really nervous. “I’ll just… go.” She leaves very quickly.

“You wanna continue?” Jacob asked grinning widely.

“we shall.”

[nightwhite13]

hi friend!🌷sorry for the late reply--im going out of town soon-ish so im getting stuff together. also: yes! Barthanda-something or-other-maybe-lus-or-les- is who I was thinking of. the pics helped me remember! thanks for that. u're thoughtful & cool. i would say overall i liked FF 13. i also /loved/ Light it was probably the first game i played with a main lady character so that was cool. also, the setting wasn't what I was use to. i've played way more PlayStation games now, but--

–at the time I think I was coming from Pokemon/Nintendo DS type games. You’ve probably played Pokemon (absol ftw. Oh, and suicune, Umbreon, Espeon, Squirtle etc. So many. ) Seeing Light and the graphics of the PS3 etc. was amazing.  What games r u playing now or what types do u like? LiS, Fallout, Tomb Raider, Witcher, eh, DA series etc? Btw, I read your reigncorp fic and it made me smile. Awesome work on it. 🌹🌺🌸🌷🌻 Hope you are doing well. I’ll ttyl soon, probably after I get back! 😊🐍  (2/2)

Hi flower anon :), sorry I’m on my laptop right now so no flower :(. Anyway, have a safe trip and enjoy it. Most ppl usually hate packing, but I kinda like it, idk why tho. I have this weird happy feeling every time I’m packing stuff. Hey, you’re welcome anon, I’m just glad I could help you out remembering him, also yeah his name kinda hard to remember.YES! That’s what made me love Final Fantasy 13 in the first place. A female lead? A BADASS FEMALE LEAD THAT STILL LOOKS BEAUTIFUL YET STRONG AT THE SAME TIME? A SASSY FEMALE LEAD THAT LOOKS COLD AT FIRST BUT THEN SHE ACTUALLY CARES ABOUT THE OTHERS? I mean Final Fantasy VI is not that popular, so lots of people don’t know about Terra and this is one of the biggest flaws from Final Fantasy merchandise, the lack of female main character. Sure, we have Tifa and Aerith from Final Fantasy VII, or Garnet from Final Fantasy IX, etc, but they’re not portrayed as the ‘main hero’.And when Square-Enix made Final Fantasy X-2, people dismiss it as fanservice, and I totally agree but at the same time it gave us a glimpse of how the effect of Eternal Calm from Final Fantasy X ending. For me it was interesting because people always trying to find this eternal calm of their own, but what would happen next? What happens when you already find it? Final Fantasy X-2 answer that question within their universe, and that’s kinda coolAlso yes, the graphics. Wow. Besides the story, the graphic not only from Final Fantasy 13 but Square-Enix in general, is what made me love them in the first place. The latest stuff from SE that I watched was the prequel of Final Fantasy XV, and I actually cried when I’m watching it because the graphic is so beautiful and I actually watching an animation movie from outside Hollywood production? It’s so rare in my country, so I’m really glad I watched it even tho the movie was fucking suckTo be honest, I never play any Pokemon games or Nintendo stuff. Because Nintendo is not really that popular here and it’s more expensive than Playstation, also I have this bad habit where I usually throw my controller if I lose, so I never buy any handled console like PSP or Nintendo. I’m playing The Sims 4 at the moment, trying to create ReignCorp but im pretty sure it’s going to end in bust, lol, im not that good at creating characters on The Sims. I love RPG, whether it’s JRPG or western. Other than horror, I’m gonna play it. Also I’m in love with Saints Row franchise, people only said the game was like a cheap rip-off from GTA, well maybe so, but you can actually pick whether you want to play as a male or female and it’s not really affecting the story and the songs they use there? Wow.

I tried to play Fallout once, but, oh man, I really suck at reading the map??? At least good to know my inability to read a map is also works on video games. And also that one time when I watch the gameplay and I saw a giant cockroach flying towards the character, I actually yelled and jumped from my seat, so yeah, no thanks. I played DA:Origins, but then I forget about the game for almost a year, and few weeks ago I tried to play it again but then I forget where I was and what quest I’m doing and then this giant tree just came out of nowhere and attack me and my party almost die?I played Tomb Raider, the remake, and it was sooo fucking gay. The game is basically Lara trying to find Sam, and she actually carried Sam bridal-style at the ending? I want to play the sequel, but my laptop can’t run it :(. I also play Skyrim and Mass Effect, but I stopped playing Skyrim because I just can’t go and kill all those dragons. I just kinda tired of how the media make dragon as the bad guy, like give us something new you coward! I played LiS but then there are so many questions about the game that made me ‘eh, cool game, but that’s all’

Glad you liked my reigncorp fics :), also have a nice trip. And I just realized it’s a snake emoticon? I’m gonna check whether I have an eagle emoticon on my phone.