#maybe i am overthinking it and maybe i should just drop it but i can't!!!!!!!! and i don't know why i can't!!!!!!!!!!!!

[skzdominate]

BREAKUP VACATION

Han Jisung x fem!black! Reader

NOT REQUESTED

Sharing a bed with needy ex-boyfriend Han on a trip you both didn't cancel after the breakup.

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WARNINGS: smut 18+, oral (f), fingering (f), use of y/n, angst(although I'm terrible at it), I can't think straight I've been up all night editing this.

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Your last fight with jisung wasn't like the others. You didn't scream at him, he didn't scream at you. You didn't say much, just a silent plea for him to notice your insecurities—notice you.

Your relationship was great. You loved him like an idiot, and he loved you ten times greater. You stayed together when he wasn't at dorms, and when he was there, so were you.

The fans weren't always a problem, but the more you saw—the more edits, the more tweets, the more comments that flooded under his posts—you couldn't help but feel some type of way.

Han was always busy, whether it was practicing, producing, tours, anything else, he almost never had time for you during the day.

Over time, he got more annoyed when you brought it up, but never showed it too much. “I'm sorry you feel like that” and “I'm right here” turned into "You're talking crazy" and "Stop overthinking it so much". It made you sick to your stomach, and made you wonder how you let him treat you like this.

One thing never changed. Every night before a tour, he'd leave you a gift—usually a small piece of jewelry or he'd take you out. Then a few hours later, he left. He'd go on stage and look amazing. It always made you feel jealous, even if you knew what was yours.

This particular fight, though—your last fight—started over something completely different. Not the fans, not the insecurities—something completely worse.

"Jisung," you say calmly to him, walking into the living room where he sat, laid back and man spreading on the couch. He barely looked up from his phone, muttering a small "hm?".

You tried to control your anger, you really did. You took a deep breath, "Have you been telling the guys about our sex life?" You cross your arms, hands shaking. He drops his phone into his lap, and looks up at you with pretty eyes. His skin looked so beautiful—tan the way you loved, cheeks soft, and lips thick. He looked so perfect.

"I might've," he holds his hands up in defeat, "but it's not like we really have one, do we? I mean between shows and you being mad all the time, we haven't had sex in a while," he stands, headed towards the kitchen unbothered.

You follow him though, "what the hell is that supposed to mean?"

"It means what I said. We haven't had sex since I got back from the last tour—that's almost two weeks now. Don't act surprised."

"Well sorry that I'm surprised that my own boyfriend isn't satisfied with our sex life! Am I the problem for not being in the mood sometimes?"

He steps forward, his hands slowly finding their way to your waist, but you push him away, "Not the time, Jisung. Are you gonna talk to me like an actual man or should I go?"

He turns away, but doesn't answer immediately. The silence breaks your heart." Maybe you should.”

You honestly were surprised. You walked away, eyes starting to water, packing a small bag and texting Chan. He watched you move, eyes never leaving you.

“Where are you gonna go? You don't have anywhere to go.”

“Away from you, away from all this. I'll go to San’s house for all you care,” you lied. You grab your car keys—about the only thing of yours he didn't pay for—and headed towards the door.

He ran up behind you, grabbing your shoulder and pinning you to the wall next to the door. His eyes were shocked, sad, and helpless. He looked confused, not knowing what to do or say.

“Baby, I didn't mean it, nothing I said. You know I'm under pressure and I'm just stressed. But going to your ex’s house? lowball, even for you.”

You push him off of you, brows shifting in anger, “The only “ex’s” now are me and you. It's over, Jisung. For real.” You reach for the door before he can stop you, already outside and dialing Chan's number.

“Hello?” he answers on the second ring.

“Hey, Chan. I just—I just had a fight with Jisung. Can I come to your dorm?”

“Holy shit. Of course you can. What happened?” he questions, background noise suggesting he just sat up out of bed.

“I'll explain when I get there,” you make your way down the stairs and out the main door.

“No problem, take your time. Be careful driving.”

“Yeah, thanks”

you hang up, making your way out to the garage.

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You pull up to Chan waiting outside for you. By this time, you had tears streaming down your face and ruined eyelashes. You quickly got out, still aware that you're in public and hurried over to where he stood in a cap and mask. He took them off when he saw you approach, and immediately pulled you in for a hug.

“Aww, Bug, are you okay?” he wraps his arms around your back, right hand rubbing up and down slowly. You stood there crying for a second before pulling away.

“I'm sorry for making you come out here. we can go inside,” you pass him and go into the back door to the building.

Once inside, the other members see you and question, but Chan pushes them away and leads you to his room.

“Stay here for as long as you need, get comfortable. Do you wanna explain,” he sits carefully on the bed next to you. You fall into him, arms around his neck, face buried into his chest.

“I just loved him endlessly and he told me to leave because I asked him if he was telling you guys about our sex and he basically said he wasn't satisfied with me. Then he tried kissing me and I refused so he got upset,” You had wiped your runny nose on your sleeve, and Chan wiped the tears from your eyes.

You sat in silence for a few minutes, chan pulling you in and stroking your hair to comfort you.

You had calmed down a bit—enough to stop crying. “I just don't feel appreciated and I broke up with him and it feels like I shouldn't have. I love him, Chris. I really do.”

He nods along, carefully choosing his next words, “I think being alone for a while will be good for both of you. You're both my best mates, and you look pretty damn good together. I think you just need a break, or to be alone with him—not worrying about fans, friends, sex. It'll do you some good, kiddo. Think about it,” and the next second he's off the bed and out the room. You let your body fall back against his sheets, and before you know it you're passed out.

❀⊱┄┄┄┄⊰❀

You woke up in Chan’s bed, sweaty and missing a shoe. Your hair was a mess and your tears stained his pillowcase. Your vision wasn't fully there, but you could hear the faint voice of Chan and someone else across the room.

Jisung laid lazily on the floor, and Chan sat in his chair by his desk.

“I messed up, Chan. And I love her too much. I don't know what to do.”

“Look, Ji. I can't give you great advice. What you did was wrong. Telling me and the boys about private stuff was wrong, and you need to put yourself in her shoes.”

“I'm trying to, chan. Its just-”

❀⊱┄┄┄┄⊰❀

You wake up again, this time to a room full of quiet. Chan’s bed still smells like laundry detergent and pinewood cologne. The ache behind your eyes is sharp, but your body feels heavier now—like the weight of crying so hard yesterday is still clinging to your bones.

You roll over, face against the mattress for a minute before slowly sitting up. You blink against the weak sunlight streaming through the crack in the blinds, legs swinging over the side. Your shoe is missing. You find it under Chan’s bed and put it back on before tiptoeing out to the living room. It’s empty now. A note on the counter reads: “Went to the studio. Take your time. I stocked the fridge.”

It’s signed with a little smiley face and wolfchan next to it.

You breathe in slowly, then out.

Eventually, you gather your things, call a cab, and head back to your apartment. Everything feels muffled and slow—like you’re walking through fog. The moment you step into your place, it’s like the silence rushes to meet you. No shoes at the door next to yours. No jacket on the rack. No spare beanie he always left on your kitchen chair. It’s really over.

You shower. The water is too hot and your skin feels like it's on fire under the stream, but it’s the first time in a while you feel clean. Not in the physical way—but in the way that says, I can start again. You let it rinse over you until your fingers wrinkle.

After wrapping yourself in a towel, you sit on your bed and check your phone. That’s when you see it—a notification from your calendar app:

“3 Days Until Trip w/ Jisung 💕✈️”

You’d forgotten. You both planned this two months ago—something quiet, out of the country, somewhere he promised wouldn’t have fans or cameras. A place you could both be just people. Just in love.

You stare at the notification for a long moment before going to your contacts.

You:

Can we talk?

Just on the phone. Please.

He replies almost instantly.

Jisung:

Yeah. I’m free.

You call.

He picks up on the first ring.

“Hey.”

His voice is hoarse, careful. Like he’s holding it with both hands.

“Hey,” you say softly. There’s a pause. You swallow. “I got the reminder. About the trip.”

Another pause. You can hear a car passing in the background on his end. “Yeah... I didn’t cancel it. Just in case.”

“I don’t wanna miss it,” you admit quietly. “I think... even if everything’s messy right now, we shouldn’t throw this away too.”

He hums, something a little smug bleeding into his voice. “So what you’re saying is... you miss me.”

You sigh. “No, Jisung.”

“You miss me already and you’re using this trip as an excuse to see me again—”

“I’m not using anything as an excuse,” you retaliate, sitting up straighter. “I’m not even ready. The plane leaves in three days.”

“That’s plenty of time,” he says casually. “Book yourself a lash appointment. And nails. And eyebrows, and whatever else you want, I'll pay. I know you love looking good.”

“Jisung,” you warn. “Don’t do that.”

“I am doing that,” he says, and you hear the ping of a notification on your end. You check your phone.

It’s a text.

💳: XXXX-XXXX-XXXX-0325

Expiration: 03/26

CVC: 325

“Are you insane?” you ask, blinking. “You just sent me your card info?”

“Yup,” he says, proud. “Go get your shit done. I know you won’t do it unless I force you. Consider it my for now apology.”

“I don’t want your money.”

“I don’t care,” he says, voice softening now. “I want to see you. Not even to fix things right away—just to be somewhere without all the noise. Just us.”

There’s silence for a second. You don’t realize you’ve been holding your breath until your lungs start to ache.

Finally, you exhale. “Okay.”

“Okay?”

“Yeah.”

“Alright, baby,” he says, voice gentle but laced with the cockiness you pretend to hate. “Pack light. I’m gonna make you forget we ever fought.”

You roll your eyes. “Don’t push it.”

He laughs. “See you soon.”

When the call ends, you sit there for a moment. The weight’s still there—but lighter now. A flicker of warmth settles in your chest, and for the first time in hours, you let yourself smile. Just a little.

Maybe it isn’t fixed.

But it isn’t finished either.

❀⊱┄┄┄┄⊰❀

✈︎ Three Days Later ✈︎

The airport buzzes like a beehive—air thick with the scent of coffee, perfume, and exhaustion. You pull your suitcase behind you, looking just a little too good for someone who barely slept last night. You’re not sure if it’s the lashes, the braids that are tightly pulling at your scalp, the fresh brows, the glossed lips—or the faint hope curled in your stomach—but your confidence is back, even if your heart’s still cautious.

You spot him by the check-in kiosk, hoodie over his head, a duffle slung low on his shoulder. His mask is hanging loose around his chin, AirPods in and of course he’s on his phone.

Typical.

You roll your suitcase up to him and clear your throat. Loudly.

Jisung looks up and stops in his tracks, gaze roaming slowly, deliberately.

His mouth tugs into a smug smile. “Damn.”

You blink. “What?”

He raises a brow and gestures lazily with his fingers. “The Braids. The nails. The lashes. The fit—” he tugs the hem of your top teasingly—“You went all out.”

“Don’t act surprised.”

“Oh, I’m not surprised,” he says with a grin. “Just impressed. And proud. Mostly because I paid for all of it.”

You scoff, tugging your sleeve away.

“What? you look good,” he says, winking. “Let me at least look at what I bought.”

“Jisung, you sent me your credit card information and forced me to.”

“Yeah. And it worked, didn’t it?” He falls in step beside you as you both head toward security. “I knew you wouldn’t let yourself show up looking like a raccoon again.”

You punch his arm lightly, and he hisses. “Ow!”

“That was for the ‘again.’”

After security, you both find yourselves waiting at the gate. He insists on getting food, dragging you to a ramen bar tucked behind a convenience store. You try to keep the conversation surface-level—weather, music, bad airport design—but his knee keeps bumping yours under the table, and when he slurps his noodles too loudly, you side-eye him.

“Can you not eat like a wild animal?”

“This is my happy slurp,” he says, eyes twinkling. “It means I’m in a good mood.”

You shake your head, sipping your soup quietly. He pauses mid-bite, watching you. There’s something soft in his gaze—like he can’t quite believe you’re here, across from him again.

You feel it, too. But neither of you say it. This trip wasn't going to be awkward, you could tell by the way it was now—how he could laugh with you, compliment you, and how you didn't let your hurt show but instead replaced it with sarcasm and jokes that didn't feel fake.

___

Boarding.

You’re herded into the plane like cattle, except you’re the lucky kind—first class. Your seats are the lie-flat kind, with the fancy partitions and the silk-lined pillows. Except there’s a small catch.

Your “suite” is... connected. Intimately. A shared pod with a single double-sized bed across the middle, mood lighting glowing faintly along the edges.

You glance at the flight attendant. “Are we supposed to—?”

Jisung grins. “Yup.”

“This is for couples.”

“We were a couple when we booked it,” he says, setting his bag down casually. “We both paid half. That means we share.”

You huff and throw your purse into the corner of the bed. “I’ll sleep on the floor.”

“Oh my god,” he groans, already reclining. “You’re so dramatic. Just sleep. I don’t bite.”

You shoot him a look. “Yes, you do.”

He smirks and adjusts his pillow. “Only when you asked me to.”

You throw a packet of peanuts at his head.

❀⊱┄┄┄┄⊰❀

10+ hours later...

You land in Santorini. It’s sunset—gold light melting across the island, painting everything in creamsicle hues. The villa shuttle waits just outside the terminal, and the salty breeze carries promises you’re not ready to believe yet.

The hotel itself is breathtaking. Built into the cliffs, whitewashed stone walls glowing soft against the ocean beyond. But of course—

“There’s only one bed,” you say flatly, staring at the room’s massive centerpiece.

Jisung shrugs behind you. “For the second time today—We booked this before what happened. Of course it’s one bed.”

“I’ll sleep on the couch.”

“There is no couch,” he says. “Just that weird rattan chair and... a big window.”

You spin around. “Then I’ll sleep on the floor.”

“Nope,” he says, popping the ‘p.’ “We’re sharing. We’re adults. And we both paid half.”

“That’s your excuse for everything.”

“And it’s a damn good one.”

You narrow your eyes but say nothing.

He walks past you, dropping his bags by the closet. “Fine. Sleep where you want. But if you get cold and crawl in next to me at 3am, I will say ‘I told you so.’”

You hurl a pillow at his head. Again.

—

The Day’s Itinerary

1. The Villa Tour

A guide meets you both outside your room, walking you through the property. Olive trees line the paths. There’s a private pool. The kind of view Instagram would kill for. You pretend to be unimpressed, but Jisung is awe-struck—pointing at every archway, every bougainvillea bloom.

“Holy crap, is that a grapevine?” he exclaims, reaching up to touch it.

“Don’t touch the grapes,” the guide warns gently.

You stifle a laugh, “Yeah, idiot.”

“Do you wanna fight?” he grabs your waist, lifting you up off the ground and slinging you over his shoulder ( Han Jisung detwinkification *licks lips and rubs hands together*). You yelp, hitting his back and laughing.

The guide side-eyes you both the rest of the tour.

2. Couples Yoga

You hadn’t realized “couples yoga” meant actual synchronized poses. You try not to laugh as Jisung struggles to hold a downward dog while the instructor pushes his hips into place.

“My hips don’t bend like that, dude!” he whines, wobbling.

“They usually do,” you mutter under your breath, forgetting yourself for a second.

He freezes.

You freeze.

Then you both start laughing.

You fall sideways on your mat, tears forming from how hard you’re giggling. It’s stupid, awkward, and entirely necessary.

The instructor cuts the session short.

3. Brunch by the Sea

A glass patio overlooks the Aegean. The restaurant is decked in airy whites and creams, soft music humming in the background. You order lemon ricotta pancakes with fig jam. Jisung gets something stupid involving squid and eggs.

You steal a bite anyway. He lets you.

At one point, you both go quiet. He looks at you over his glass of orange juice.

“I’m glad we came.”

You nod slowly. “Me too.”

4. Gift Shopping in Town

You wander cobblestone streets lined with tiny shops. Jisung buys a matching pair of seashell bracelets without saying anything. Just slips one onto your wrist like he’s done a hundred times.

“I thought we weren’t doing cheesy couple stuff,” you say.

“It’s not couple stuff. It’s just... shells from a guy trying to get his girl back..”

“You’re the worst.”

He grins.

You buy him a handmade journal and a pen carved from olive wood.

He doesn’t say anything, but he tucks it carefully into his bag like it’s fragile.

5. Movie on the Beach

A makeshift screen flutters in the breeze, beanbags arranged in rows under the stars. You both huddle under a shared blanket, sipping from coconuts and ignoring the rom-com playing onscreen.

When the couple kisses, Jisung makes a joke under his breath. “They look like they’ve never kissed before.”

You raise an eyebrow. “And you’re a professional?”

“I have a PhD in kissing.”

You scoff. “You got that from TikTok.”

“I got it from you.”

Your face burns, but you don’t pull away when his pinky brushes yours under the blanket.

6. Private Beach at Night (yes, you booked it)

The water’s cold, but the moon is warm. Or maybe it’s the way Jisung’s hand keeps finding yours every few minutes, like he forgets he shouldn’t.

You both walk the shoreline in silence, toes in the sand, wind pulling gently at your clothes.

“I really messed up, didn’t I?” he says finally, voice low.

You look at him. “Yeah.”

He swallows. “I’m sorry. For the fans, the comments, the way I brushed it off. For making you feel like you weren’t enough.”

“I never said I wasn’t enough,” you reply, staring at the waves.

“No,” he nods, “but I made you feel like it. And that’s worse.”

You nod once.

He stops walking, turning toward you. “Can I kiss you?”

You hesitate.

Then, wordlessly, you lean in and let him.

It's slow. It's familiar. Quiet in the way all the best things are. When it ends, you don’t step back.

Neither does he.

❀⊱┄┄┄┄⊰❀

You both get ready for bed in silence. There’s a soft kind of nervousness in the air now—not from anger, or tension, but something more dangerous: vulnerability.

He’s shirtless, toweling off his hair, and you’re already sitting on the edge of the bed, facing the wall.

You sit there like that for a while. Not stalling, just... thinking.

The mattress dips slightly as he sits beside you, “You okay?”

You nod.

More silence.

Then, quietly: “Thanks for coming.”

You sigh. “Thanks for paying for my eyebrows.”

He laughs, breath warm against your face. “They look amazing, by the way.”

“Shut up.”

“Still in love with me, huh?”

You roll your eyes and lay down, but you don’t deny it.

Not yet.

Not tonight.

You slipped under the covers, and he copied. You got comfortable on opposite sides of the same bed, something foreign thatfelt like it shouldn't happen.

Next to you, Han shifted uncontrollably. He tossed his covers off, shifted some more, and ended up going to the bathroom. He was gone for only a minute, pulling the covers over himself again.

Ten minutes later, he shifted some more. You couldn't sleep—not because of him, but because no one was there to hold while you drifted off. You glanced at the clock, 11:27pm.

You both lay there, afraid to wake each other up. You shifted, he shifted. He groaned into his pillow like he was having the worst night of his life.

Han breaks the silence with his smug attitude and smirk on his face. “I know you're up,” he sighs quietly.

“Yeah, and?” you sit up, him following. You flick on the light next to your bed, and the glow of your skin is beautiful enough to kill him.

"Well, ya'know, after all the stuff we did today, I think I deserve at least another kiss,"

"Han, go to bed,” you lay back down.

He scoots himself closer to you, arm wrapping around over your hips. You can feel his half hard on under his grey sweats. Your breath catches in your throat, and he laughs to himself.

"Listen,I can't deny it, Han. I did feel like a couple again today, but I just can't be with you right now. Your fan base is too extreme."

His lips meet your neck, kissing softly while you hum in response. "C'mon, pretty girl. I'm not asking you for a day, a week, or more. I'm asking for tonight. Be mine again tonight? please?" his hips bucking into yours, and you sigh against him.

He pulls away, pulling back the covers that lay over you. His right hand rubs your hips, his left toying with the bottom of your tank top. He lifts himself to the bottom of the bed, hands spreading your legs. He climbs up your body to your eyes, looking at you for a form of consent.

“please..”

he leans in, his lips meeting yours as his hands roam your body. His right hand tugs your shorts down while his left grabs at your waist.

He pulls away, breath heavy as he lifts your legs in the air to discard your shorts. The cold air hits your soaked panties and you gasp. His face meets your clothes core and he groans, “So fucking wet for me. I missed this so much.” He kisses your panties softly.

You whine out softly, hips pushing yourself closer.

He kisses down your left thigh, moaning into it like he hasn't done it in years. "Your fucking thighs baby—so pretty, so brown. missed seeing them bare, spread open so good for me.”

He takes his time, kissing up and down your thigh like it gave him pleasure—and it did, more than you had expected. He moves to the right, groaning into your skin and doing the same he did to the left.

He particularly takes a liking to your right thigh, kissing and biting and sucking. He licks a small space from your inner thigh to the top. His eyes darken and he licks his lips, "Tastes like that coco shea butter lotion you always use, so fucking delicious. missed having you like this—so so much baby,” he licks once more before shifting his attention to your cunt in his face.

He slips your panties to the side, tongue coming out to lick your clit. You gasp out, and your hips move on their own for friction.

He doesn't stop you, he leans into it more, licking, sucking, and sticking his tongue into you. You clench around nothing as he sucks your clit, gasps and moans coming from you above him.

“You're so wet f’me. I love it."

He doesn't ever stop. He inserts a finger into you, then another. Your moans fill the large space as he fingers you, his tongue glued to your clit.

He pulls away briefly,"So grateful for you, letting me have you like this. Brown skin shaking for me. fuckin’ love this color, gets me so horny,” and he's back, finger now rubbing your clit as he fucks you with his tongue.

You squirm and buck against his hand, whimpering as your moans become more high pitched. This doesn't go unnoticed, and he makes sure to keep the pace even.

His fingers find their way into you,"You gonna cum on my fingers? show me how good I ruin you without even using my dick?” he kisses and sucks your clit as you hit your high.

Your back arches, your vision goes white,you silently scream his name. He kisses up your body to your lips, and he kisses you, giving you a taste of yourself. The feeling felt like deja vu ( TXT ) —your boyfriend, technically ex, was kissing your body after giving you the most amazing head.

“Can you take me, baby?” he asks politely, dick pressing into your thigh desperately.

“Yes, please,” you sit up on your elbows, kissing him. He groans in your mouth, hands grabbing at your face lovingly. You catch a glimpse of the digital clock on the nightstand again, 12:43am.

Han's slipping your panties down, tugging his shorts off and his boxers. You watch him anxiously, waiting and silently wishing he would hurry up.

When he finally does get himself lined up, and starts pushing in at an annoyingly slow pace, you whine into his shoulder.”Han, please” You drag his name on your lips.

"Give me a second, baby. So much tighter than I remember. so pretty and perfect,” he grunts. Once he's fully in,he pauses to let you adjust, hands and lips roaming your body. when he starts moving, he groans softly into your neck.

"I'm gonna show you how sorry I am. Show you how much I missed you, and how bad I fucked up.” He softly presses kisses all over your face. He pulls out enough just so the tip is right at your entrance, and slowly pushes back in.

"I love you, y/n. I love you so much and I was an idiot to make you feel anything but happy around me. Forgive me? please?” He kisses into the crook of your neck, raising his head as he pushes in agonizingly slow.

“I forgive you, Han. Just make me forget,” you press your lips to his. He hums in your mouth, lips never leaving yours, even as he spoke

“I wanna make love to you right now. I'm gonna marry you, let you have my last name and carry my baby,” his pace suddenly feels okay,and the slowness only makes the experience better.

“Fucking love you, please don't leave me—ever. Let me make it up to you every time like this," his thrusts sped up a bit, barely noticeable but the way you felt him deeper said it all.

he pulls out briefly, turning you on your stomach before pushing back inside. The angle is new—deeper, sexier, filther. All you do is moan louder.

"I love you like this, you look so good. Don't ever leave, okay?."

“never.”

he smiles, grunting low as his hand makes its way into your fresh braids. He tugs lightly, just how you like it. His definition of “making love” wasn't some sappy vanilla sex, filled with loving words. To him it was whatever made you happy and whatever made you cum. You don't really mind him pulling your fresh braids—you kind of enjoy it, and he knows you do.

"you love when I fuck you like this, pulling your hair so you can feel that sting." You nod your head as he slowly picks up speed.

He grabs your hair harder, causing a yelp as he pulls you up so your back is to his chest. His other hand lightly grabs your throat, turning your head so your lips meet his. you moan into his mouth, hand reaching back to tangle in his hair.

"I love these braids, baby, and I got to pay for them. It makes me feel good."

Each thrust bounces your body. Your moans get higher as you approach your climax, and you pulse around him.

You let go with his name on your lips, and your body collapses into the mattress, back arched and perfect for him. He doesn't stop, thrusts getting messier as he chases his high.

"close, baby."

"Inside, baby. please" you struggle out between breaths.

his breathing stops for a second, and the next he's spilling himself into your cunt, deep and utterly full. His breathing is erratic as he slowly recovers. You feel a finger against your back, his hands faintly move across the arch of your spine, smiling to himself.

You rolled onto your back, out of breath and tired.

“Sorry, love. Let me get a towel,” he skipped over to the bathroom with a huge smile. He cleans you up and you both drift off to sleep, bodies close and wrapped up in each other.

❀⊱┄┄┄┄⊰❀

You try to enjoy the rest of your trip, not talking about what happened that night or what it meant. Nothing else happened on the trip, but the tension definitely was still thick. You didn't think either one of you would bring it up—that is until the flight back to Seoul. you had the same private flight, the same bed.

Han speaks up first,”So the sex? What does that mean? we can't just pretend it didn't happen,” he says once he's sure no one will hear him.

“I don't know, ji. I just didn't feel seen in our relationship, and I don't know if I can deal with my personal insecurities.”

He takes your hand. His eyes met yours, full of the love he'd always had for you. “I want to change for you, I really do. I'll be better for you. I'll notice when something is wrong, when you're not in the mood, and I won't push it—any of it. And I won't push you away. trust me.”

You pull your hand back, and use it to cup his cheek. Your voice comes out steady, “I want to believe that—so so bad, so make me believe that. please.”

He leans into you, briefly connecting your lips. You guys cuddle the rest of the flight.

When you land, he buys you a coffee, carries your luggage and packs it into the Uber for you. Once at your apartment, he helps you get your luggage inside, and offers his company for a few hours— which was ruined by Chan needing him to practice. He leaves you with a hug, not too flirty—but the kind that makes you wonder if he's worth all of it. He still hadn't asked you to be his girlfriend again, and it gave you relief. You weren't rushing a relationship again, and took the pace that felt right.

Eventually you warm up, the guys start to tease about a "comeback" between you two happening. You both insist on taking things slow instead of rushing to fix what's broken. Jisung looks happier—less stressed,and he feels that way too, everyone can tell. You two didn't just start over, you accepted your past, accepted your flaws, and changed them. Because when you really want to be with someone, a bad habit can be gone twice as fast.

A/N: if you made it this far and you enjoyed please like comment and repost🙏🏾🙏🏾. love you guys

[k-ast]

how tartaglia reacts when you're drunk and don't recognize him

tartaglia x gn!reader

part 2 is now here

sfw, drunk reader, angst, some fluff, reader has been hurt in prev relationships

A/N: i don't usually post stuff like this hehe, idk what changed my mind to!! hope you enjoy🤭

You had told him if you didn't come home before 2, he should probably come pick you up.

"Hey, you're here!" Hu Tao beams at Tartaglia.

"Thanks for watching them," he grins and gestures to you sitting at the counter.

"Yeah, dude, of course."

Tartaglia stares at you for a little while. He still can't get over how pretty you are, the curve of your nose, the ways your eyes kiss in the corners. Your hair looks surprisingly neat for someone who's drunk. Your expression is distant, finger trailing along the edge of the glass. You seem to be drinking vodka? He thought you didn't like vodka.

Sliding an arm around your shoulders, he leans to whisper in your ear, "Hey, pretty, you ready to go?"

You leap back into the present.

Looking puzzled, you push his arm off of you, saying, "Please don't call me that."

He blinks, a ghost of a smile still on his face. "Haha... what?"

Their faces mirror each other in confusion.

"I'm not going home with you, I have a boyfriend," you say, turning back to the half filled glass.

It clicks in Tartgalia's head, and a teasing grin forms. "A boyfriend, huh? Can I fight him for you?"

"You'd lose," you reply flatly, deadpan.

Dropping himself into the seat next to you and propping up his cheek, he says, "Tell me about this boyfriend of yours."

He watches his lover's expression brighten, like you forgot the entire exchange that just happened.

"Oh, he's the sweetest," you gush immediately. "And he makes me laugh so much, and he's so lively and good with people, but he's so hardworking and stubborn and, ugh, he's so beautiful. How is it possible to be so beautiful?"

His heart is about to explode all over Hu Tao's kitchen counter. His mind can't believe it, he's the reason your face is a beautiful, dreamy, rambling mess.

And you're not done. "I don't deserve him," you say, "I wish I could do something for him, but he always says I don't have to."

Because you don't have to, my dove, Tartaglia thinks. You're doing more than enough already.

Your expression suddenly snaps. "Shit. I'm a terrible person. I need to go home."

Tartaglia snaps out of his own trance in alarm. "Why?"

"He's at home now, and I'm out here getting wasted." You rub your face and search for your bag and phone.

"Woah, hey, you're drunk," he holds you by the shoulders, "I'm taking you home."

"Just because you're literally gorgeous doesn't mean you get to touch and take home random people!" You smack his hands off of you, again. Tartaglia's not sure if he should cry or laugh.

You cover your mouth in surprise at your own words. "Holy fuck, I'm a terrible person," you whisper. "Am I allowed to call someone who isn't my boyfriend gorgeous?"

He's convinced alcohol makes your brain overthink twice as fast as it usually does.

He also thinks it's a dumb question. Have I given them the impression they can't speak their mind?

He thinks it's okay. "Of course you are," he tells you instead, frowning. "He's not a good boyfriend if you have to be allowed to do something."

"No, he's a great boyfriend!" you say instantly. "I just-" You cut yourself off with a sigh and chew on your fingernail. There's a loud thumping in his heart as he waits for you to continue.

"I never know about these things," you say finally. "I feel like he never really tells me how he truly feels. I don't know if there's something I do that actually bothers him. And I'm..." You rub your nose bridge. "I'm scared to ask."

Tartaglia is quiet for a long moment. What he has cleverly deduced from this is that his lover is scared of him. All pride he'd felt earlier from making you swoon is now replaced by a sick feeling of self hatred.

"Maybe there's just nothing you do that really bothers him," he suggests softly, trying to lighten the mood.

Your expression turns glum. Fuck, was that the wrong thing to say? He mentally kicks himself.

"That can't be right," you sigh. "When I have nightmares, he always wakes up to comfort me. I'm pretty sure that pisses him off. And he always says it's okay too, but-" you blink rapidly, like blinking away tears. Tag winces.

"But then he... he takes longer in the shower, adds more caffeine to his coffee. And- and he'll eat less of the breakfast I make him."

"Oh," he says smartly, running out of things to say. He should've paid more attention to the little things, knowing that of course you would.

You shake your head and squeeze your slightly glassy eyes shut. After mumbling to yourself, "stop oversharing to strangers" twice, you put the cork back in the vodka bottle and set your glass in Hu's sink after pouring it down the drain.

"Anyway," you turn to him when you're done, "goodnight, I guess. Thanks for listening?"

"I'll walk you home," he offers again, softly.

You hesitate. Of course you hesitate.

"You're drunk," he reminds you. "I'm sure your boyfriend won't mind as long as you get home safe."

You give in. You let him put his coat around your shoulders, but you don't put your hands through the sleeves.

Halfway home, you just stop walking.

"Love?" Tag tilts his head at you. "Darling, what's wrong?"

You blink a few times. "Tartaglia?"

He grins. "Yes, hi. You recognize me now?"

You blink again. Then a smile starts to spread, and you forget the reason for your daze. You put your arms into the sleeves of his coat. "Yes," you say sheepishly. "Hey, you."

A hand is held out for him to hold.

Their talk can wait for next morning.

sorry if tartaglia is a little ooc! thank you for reading 🫶 might post a part two where he comforts you about it?

[graci3sb0w]

Think i really want this...

Gracie Abrams x Female Reader risk by gracie abrams

Summary : Gracie has a crush on u, and she's going crazy.

Warnings : wet dream kinda, gracies pov, stupid?

note : this is kind of a parallel to "You came out of the blue like that.."

she didn't know when it started.

Maybe it was the first time you laughed at something dumb she said, like really laughed, head thrown back, eyes crinkling. Or maybe it was when you texted her at 2 AM, just a simple “you up?”, and ended up talking until sunrise about everything and nothing.

Or maybe it was earlier than that—maybe she was doomed from the start.

Because here she is, staring at her phone, your name sitting at the top of her notifications, heart pounding. Like an idiot.

Like a crush.

she bites her lip, willing herself to be normal about this. To not overthink.

But she can’t.

Because it’s you.

And she thinks she might be in trouble.

she tells herself it’s casual. That she's not doing anything out of the ordinary.

But then she's picking her outfit with too much effort, fixing her hair twice, reapplying lip balm even though you’re not even here yet.

And when you finally show up, she swears, she forgets how to act.

"Hey," you say, stepping inside, the smell of your perfume hitting her immediately.

"Hey," she echo, and then—she just stands there.

Because what the hell is she supposed to do with her hands? Why is she so aware of her own breathing?

And why do you have to look so good doing the absolute bare minimum?

You glance at her, head tilted. "You okay?"

No.

"Yeah."

You hum in amusement like you don’t quite believe her, but you let it slide.

Thank God

they end up on her bed, sprawled out, just talking.

And it’s so normal.

Except it isn’t. Not for Gracie.

Because every time you move, every time your fingers absentmindedly trace patterns into her blanket, every time you push your hair out of your face—she notices.

she really notices.

And then you do this thing, where you turn your head to look at her mid-sentence, your lips slightly parted like you’re about to say something, and it’s so—stupidly attractive that she physically has to look away.

Because if she didn't, she might do something reckless.

Like kiss you.

Or confess everything.

Or, worst of all—fuck it all up.

It’s late when you finally leave, and she should be asleep by now.

But she's not.

she's lying in bed, staring at her ceiling, overthinking every moment. Every glance. Every smile.

she tells herself this is stupid. That she doesn't even know if you’d ever feel the same.

That she shouldn’t feel this way.

But she does.

And that scares the shit out of her.

Because she thinks—I think I really want this.

And I think I’d risk drowning for you.

The pen shakes in her hand.

she hates this.

she hates having feelings she shouldn't have, that they’re eating her alive, that no matter how hard she tries to ignore them, they just—stay.

So she does the only think she can do.

you can just talk and ill stare at ur mouth

The words bleed into the page, ink smudging slightly under her fingertips.

she doesnt cross it out.

Because it’s true.

she bites her lip, tapping the pen against her journal as she tries to breathe through the ache in her chest.

I wake up in the middle of the night, with the light on and i feel like i could die..

In my head, you're in the car, and you're comin' to me

And you get to my door, and you can't even speak

But I think that it's sweet, yeah, I think that you're sweet...

if you're the risk i'm gonna take it

she hates

hates that shes writing about you like you’re some love story she can’t stop herself from living. That she feels sick when she doesn't talk to you. That she can’t look at you without her heart betraying her.

That you’re probably clueless.

she drops the pen with a quiet thud and press her forehead to the paper, sighing.

And then—

Her phone rings.

She jumps.

Her heart practically leaps out of her chest, her body jerking so violently that the journal slips off of her lap and onto the floor.

The name on the screen makes her stomach flip.

It’s you.

She swears under my breath, fumbling for her phone, her fingers barely working as she presses answer.

“H-Hey.”

"You okay?" Your voice is soft, a little amused. Like you know.

She swallows. "Yeah, I just—uh—"

What does she say? Sorry, I was just pouring my entire soul onto paper about you?

You laugh, and it’s the sweetest fucking sound.

“Did I scare you?”

Yes. But not in the way you think.

She forces a breath. "No. I was just—"

She glances at the journal on the floor, the pages still open, her feelings spilled out for no one but herself to see.

"Just thinking."

You hum. "Good things, I hope."

She closes her eyes.

You have no idea.

The room is dark, quiet except for the faint hum of the AC. Gracie's limbs are tangled in the sheets, her skin flushed and damp, and her breath—God, her breath is ragged, uneven, like she just ran a marathon in her sleep.

Because of you.

It started slow, hazy, like the warmth of a summer night creeping in through an open window.

You were there—of course, you were. Sitting close, too close, your body pressed against mine in that effortless way that made my breath hitch, that made something coil tight in my stomach.

We were talking. About what? I don’t even know. Your voice was soft, teasing, just a little playful, like you knew what you were doing to me. Like you wanted to push me just far enough that I’d snap.

And then your fingers brushed over my thigh.

It was innocent—at first. A touch so light, so fleeting, it could’ve meant nothing. But it didn’t. It meant everything.

Because then you did it again.

And this time, you didn’t pull away.

I remember looking at you, my heart slamming against my ribs, my breath uneven, and you—God, you just smiled. Like this was a game you’d already won.

Then you leaned in, slow, deliberate, letting me feel your breath against my skin before your lips met mine.

I swear I could taste you. Could feel the way you kissed me—soft at first, like you were savoring it, like you wanted to memorize every second before it turned into something hungrier.

And it did.

Your hands tangled in my hair, fingers tugging just enough to make me gasp against your mouth. My hands were on your waist, your skin warm under my fingertips as I pulled you closer, needing more, more, more.

Somehow, we ended up tangled in the sheets, our bodies pressed together, heat radiating between us. Your lips ghosted over my jaw, my neck, lower—

I shivered.

It felt so real. The way you whispered my name, the way your touch burned into me, the way I melted for you, like I had been waiting for this all my life.

Like I needed you.

And just as you were about to—

She woke up.

Panting. Flushed. Aching.

She sits up, pressing a hand to her chest, her pulse hammering against her ribs. The dream still lingers in her mind, you still linger—your touch, your voice, the way you looked at her like you knew.

Like you wanted her just as badly as she wanted you.

Gracie squeezes her eyes shut, swallowing hard, but it doesn’t help. She could still feel it—your hands, your lips, the way her own name sounded from your mouth, the way you touched her like you were meant to. Like this wasn’t something she had to keep locked away, scribbled in the pages of the damn journal.

She exhaled sharply, dragging a hand through her hair, willing her body to calm the hell down.

But then—her phone buzzes.

She freezes.

Her heart lurches in her chest as she reached for it, hands still slightly shaking. And when she see your name on the screen—

I swear the universe is playing some cruel joke on me.

She hesitates for a second before picking up.

"Hey," she whisper, voice still hoarse, like she had just woke up from a dream she shouldn’t have had.

"Did I wake you?" Your voice is gentle, like you’re worried, and fuck, she hates how easily you get to her.

"No," she lies, running a hand over her face. "You okay?"

There’s a small pause. "I just couldn't sleep."

Neither can Gracie. Not when her body still burns from the dream.

"Want me to stay on the phone with you?"

You let out a small breath. "Yeah. Please."

So she does.

And tries not to think about the fact that just minutes ago, she woke up panting your name.

It was late. That kind of late where the world felt softer, quieter, like the universe had paused just long enough for Gracie to sit in this moment with you. They were on your couch, a movie playing on the screen, but neither of them was really watching. You were half-asleep, your head resting against the cushions, your fingers lazily scrolling through your phone.

And gracie? She was looking at you.

Not in the way friends do. Not in the way she was supposed to.

(pathetic)

Her heart was doing that stupid thing again—beating too fast, too uneven, too obvious. She swallowed hard, forcing her gaze away, trying to focus on anything but the way the dim light cast shadows on your face, the way your lips parted slightly as you yawned, the way she wanted—needed—to reach out and touch you.

She was so, so screwed.

You glanced at her then, eyes half-lidded, a small, sleepy smile pulling at your lips. “You okay?”

exhaling sharply, she nodded. “Yeah.”

lie.

Silence stretched between them, comfortable, but her chest felt tight. It had been building for weeks, maybe months—maybe since the second she met you. And now, sitting here, with the weight of it pressing against her ribs, Gracie felt like she was drowning in everything she couldn’t say.

too soon to tell you i love you

too soon to tell you i love you

too soon to tell you i love you

But she was tired. So damn tired of holding it in.

So she said it. Stupidly. Carelessly.

"I love you."

The words slipped out before Gracie could stop them, quiet, but there. Hanging in the air between them, irreversible.

Your phone stilled in your hands. Your brows knit together, like you weren’t sure you heard het right.

"What?"

She licked my lips, her stomach flipping violently, but she was already in too deep. Her laugh came out shaky, almost breathless. "I mean… it’s too soon, right?" Gracies fingers picked at the hem of her hoodie, her pulse hammering in her own ears. "Too soon to tell you I love you-." She tries covering it up like she was referencing something, letting out a humorless chuckle, but failing miserably.

You didn’t say anything.

Didn’t move. Didn’t blink.

Just stared at her.

And that was somehow worse.

Panic crawled up Gracie's throat. She wanted to backtrack, to laugh it off, to pretend like she hadn’t just ruined everything—but she couldn’t. She meant it. Every word.

Finally, you spoke. Voice barely above a whisper. "Gracie."

She swallowed hard, suddenly regretting every decision she had ever made.

But then—then—you moved.

Shifted closer, your fingers hesitating before reaching for hers, lacing them together. Your grip was warm, steady, grounding.

And when you spoke again, your voice was soft.

"What if it’s not too soon?"

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Hello Miss Raven!!! I need a bit of help... And maybe you could help? Perhaps?

I've noticed that in the English translation, they gave Leona this sort of... speech pattern? Style? Idk how to call it, but basically that thing where in his text they tend to replace the words ending with -ing to just -in'. But he doesn't do it in every word I've noticed.. In most, yes, but not all of them. And sometimes they make him say 'n instead of and and such. And a lot of wanna / gonna / gotta instead of writing the full thing. (And sometimes I think I've seen him use "ya" instead of "you", but that one's a bit less common on him from what I can remember)

I think this is a very interesting bit of characterization and I really like it! However, I struggle to implement it whenever I write him in English, since it's not my first language. I find it really hard because I never know when it's too much and when it's an acceptable amount... I never know when to replace the ing → in' while not making it too exaggerated 🥲🥲 I can't manage to make it feel, idk, natural? So I tend to prefer to ignore that aspect of his "speech style" entirely in fear of making him sound weird... Which is a shame, because once again, I think it's a very interesting detail, but I just never seem to get it quite right.

So, I wanted to ask... Since I think your interpretation of him (how you write him in general) is very good, and since I think you're a native english speaker too lol, is there any easy what to remember when to apply such "mannerisms" when writing him or similar characters? Or am I overthinking too much and should I just put it wherever I think it fits nicely? Or do I just put it in all the words ending with -ing with little exceptions?? 😭 I know that this type of written speech is used to represent how someone Says those words, like... spoken. But since I'm not surrounded by people who speak the language, I can't really go about it in that way either 😭 (as in "oh, I'll just listen to people around me and figure it out in that way!")

Okay, so 💦 I want to take a second to remind people (both Anon and my general audience) that I'm NOT open to telling people how to write. Asking for general advice ("how do I get over writer's block", "how do I get inspired", etc.) or about my own experiences is fine, but I'm not comfortable telling others how to write specific Twst characters, OCs, or what to do with their own art. So just know what whatever advice I provide in this post WON'T be me telling you to do X, Y, or Z to arrive at the "correct" answer. At the end of the day, it's only my own interpretation, and to pass around my interpretation as though it is gospel or the "most canon" would be incorrect to say. I understand that some may hold me, my takes, or my writing in high regard, and therefore view me as some kind of fandom authority or someone whose opinion holds a lot of weight. However, I've repeatedly stressed that this makes me uncomfortable and I want to discourage this behavior as much as I can.

Now then, Anon makes a lot of salient points. Every character has a unique way of speaking and their own quirks and mannerisms. There's the very obvious ones like Epel's dialect, but also more subtle things like how Leona (in English) drops the "-g" from the ends of some "-ing" words, how he sometimes uses "'n" in the place of "and", how he tends to use "wanna"/"gonna"/"gotta", and how he sometimes trades "you" for "ya". These are important things to pay attention to if you're trying to capture a character's "voice"! (Yuurei-san has an interesting series of posts about the Twst characters' speech patterns!) Most likely these localization choices were made for Leona's English dialogue in order to reflect his informal manner of speaking in Japanese. For example, he often uses ねぇ~, elongating some of his words sarcastically. If you have access to Twst EN, I'd suggest opening it up and listening to how Leona voices his lines (while you read the English text). If you don't have the game, you can probably still find voice clips on the Twst wiki(s) or on Youtube. That may help you get a sense of his cadence and how he words things. You also need to think about how you write his dialogue and the details around it. Is he mad or annoyed? Maybe tired or just not feelin' it? Consider how mood factors into whether or not Leona chooses standardized or colloquial English. Sometimes he adopts an overly formal and princely tone in some instances, like when he's presenting himself at the book 7 farewell party, so you have to consider situations where he uses formality sarcastically. Again, it really depends on the context. This will require a lot of thinking, judging, and putting yourself in the character's headspace. You won't get it perfect the first time (or even the times after); it'll take lots of trial and error to find something you're happy with.

[everlastingdream]

part 1 - part 2

"It's not your fault, Enid, and there is nothing that can be done about it. It's just the way thing are. Goody did tell me I'm destined to be alone".

"I'm- I'm so sorry, Wednesday" Enid couldn't help but whisper, not daring to look into dark eyes. "If only I..."

"If only you nothing, mi corazón", Wednesday interrupted firmly. "It wasn't your choice to begin with, and it's not something you did. Besides, even if you had a say in it, why would you choose an Addams? Even more, me?"

Enid's head snapped up. She felt her fur appearing at the back of her neck and standing up, while quiet growling started deep in her chest.

"What do you-? How are you even-? Gods, Wednesday, I never wanted to strangle you more than now!" Enid decided to ignore how Wednesday gulped, because she didn't look scared at all and Enid was too mad right now to unpack it. Her claws went deep into the wood of the bench.

"Why wouldn't I?! You are the most intelligent, cool, scary, capable, caring and beautiful person I know! I would be so lucky to- wait, I am so lucky and honored to have you as my soulmate so don't ever say something so, so... so stupid to me again!"

She ended her speech (which with every passing second became more embarrassing but no less true) right into Wednesday's shocked face. With widely open eyes she looked very cute right now.

Enid felt metal taste, only now noticing that her fangs came out too and torn a side of her bottom lip.

Wednesday slowly brought her hand to the place where a drop of blood was about to fall. But instead of wiping it, she smudged it more, shivering just a bit when Enid's breath grazed her finger.

"Eres muy hermosa en este momento", Wednesday breathed out with almost dazed look in her eyes, before catching herself.

Enid caught her retrieving hand, pressing it to her cheek, nuzzling a bit, absentmindedly searching her wrist for the scent gland she knew Wednesday as a human couldn't have.

"Enid, I would prefer to finish my book, before dying. Can you let me go?"

"No can do", now almost halfway to wolfing out, Enid didn't bother trying to understand where her sudden obsession came from. "You see, my soulmate was thinking badly about herself, I should reassure her".

She found a spot where scent was stronger and bit there.

"I was just objectively speaking- mhn", Enid bit harder into small wrist, following with sharp eyes, how Wednesday blocked her mouth with her other hand.

You see, if not for the full moon aproaching and pouring hormones into her blood, perhaps Enid wouldn't have almost transformed from sheer irritation. Maybe she would silently listen to the story only to confide herself in the room to think and overthink things, hurting Wednesday and herself.

"Say, Wens, how can someone check if they're an Addams' soulmate?" Wednesday glared at her, even if she still didn't take her hand back. Something primal in Enid preened at it. Wednesday was clearly starting to be mad, but she seemed almost helpless to resist her soulmates attention, even though she sure could.

"As I said, they can't be truly happy with another romantic partner", Wednsday tucked a strand of raven hair behind her ear in frustration, even her cheeks were not their usual deadly white. Her hair was longer now than when they were at their first meeting three years ago. And now she started to wear it loose at home more often, despite not liking being the split image of her mother.

"Go on".

"They are immediately attracted to their respective Addams and wants to be closer to them despite everything".

"Interesting", even if Enid was listening attentively, but the image of Wednesday squirming because she soothed her bite with the tongue, was starting to make her head feel hazy.

"They are- mhn, feel the urge to protect their soulmate at all cost. And the most important, after they meet their Addams they become unable to have any romantic contact with other people".

Enid froze right before biting a second time a little higher. Her fangs and claws rectracted.

"Have you finally came to your senses? Honestly, have you just wanted to tease me? I'm a bit disappointed, to be honest. Even if the full moon not far. You knew, I wouldn't joke about that and it will be painful when we retu-"

Enid just sat there dumbfounded. Did Wednsday not know? Has she had no idea?

So when she kept accidentally extend her claws when kissing Ajax, it wasn't just nerves. And when she felt the urge to get Wednesday near and safe and looking at her, it wasn't just friendship. And when she went into the woods not wolved out to protect her, it wasn't just loyalty.

Enid started to giggle. It explained so much! And if Wednesday wasn't so pessimistic all this time and explained, everything would've been different.

"Enid? Are you alright?" See, even if Wednesday seemed cold, she was caring. "Have your hormones gone to your head?"

"You are silly", Enid managed between laughter.

"Mi amor, are you okay?" Wednesday started to sound worried, bending over to Enid, who was maniacally giggling on the ground.

"I'm not. I found my soulmate, realized I've been in love with her for three years, and learned that my soulmate wanted a gruesome death so much she forgot to ask me if I love her. Isn't it a bit silly?"

Wednesday almost toppled over, and Enid tugged her stupid, stubborn, the most perfect soulmate into her arms.

"Hi, I'm Enid", she said, smiling in bewildered dark eyes, that slowly started to soften with tears and soul-crashing relief. "I think you are gorgeous inside and out and many other things I'll tell you throughout our whole lives. I've loved you since I saw you, and I'm really glad you love me too".

Someday Wednesday will make her swear she won't tell a soul that her soulmate cried.

Someday Enid will scold her for keeping all to herself, while kissing all over her tear-soaked face.

Someday they'll tell everyone to the chorus of "well dah".

But now there is just one thing that is more important than anything.

It is to sniffle a little because Enid is not made from stone and there is her love in her arms.

"I'm your soulmate!"

[tomssexdoll]

I HAVE A REQUEST its a 2010 tom/bill smut but its from his point of view.. so like his thoughts and how horny he is and how hot y/n is etc it can be all rough bc hes jealous or smth idk and in the end its all sweet and hes just so in love with her and stuff :) LOVE UR WRITING BTW

SUREEE!!! TY FOR THE SUPPORT LOVELY MWAH

PAIRINGS: Bill 2010 x Female reader CONTENT: A LIL BIT OF ANGST + SMUT + FLUFF SYPNOSIS: Bill is getting a little bit jealous of the amount of time you're spending with a certain friend, he thinks they are tearing apart your relationship and confronts you when you get home from a night out with them, but you solve things and y/n reminds Bill that he's the only one that she wants, easing his mind. A/N: SORRY IF THIS ISN'T HOW U IMAGINED IT IT'S JUST HOW I DID WARNINGS: dom!bill, reader!sub, jerking off, kissing

I waited for Y/N to come home, she was out with one of her new friends and they were spending a lot of time together, I've always had this weird feeling about them, they are just so sketchy and kinda flirty with y/n and it makes me so mad.

I do admit I have jealously issues and sometimes it can interfere with her friendships but I can't help it, she's so perfect, who wouldn't want to be with her?

I tried to tell myself I was overthinking but I just couldn't brush the thought that they were doing something to her, loving her better then I do, kissing her better, fucking her better.

Then suddenly I heard the door open, I didn't notice y/n had arrived home because I was so buried in my thoughts. I got up and kissed her head softly, pondering about whether I should confront her. I took a deep breath in and turned her around "y/n..I don't like the friend you just hung out with.." I mumbled, her face dropped and she rolled her eyes "yeah you never like any of my friends, it's always i'm spending too much time with them or i'm standing too close to them" she pushed me off and sighed, walking off.

I groaned "well maybe I wouldn't think that if you weren't so touchy with them!" she scoffed "touchy? what you mean hugging them? Bill am I not allowed to hug them now?"

"I..no.." I hesitated but she interrupted me "no! I'm sick of you letting your jealously issues get to you! it's not fair for me" she choked out a sob and stormed off, slamming the bedroom door.

I angrily sighed, all my emotions hitting me like a truck, going towards the bedroom and knocking softly "baby..please" she yelled back "no!" "fine if you want to be stubborn then be stubborn but I'm not putting up with it" I barged in, seeing her sitting on the edge of the bed, arms crossed and eyes narrowing at me.

"You're so possessive Bill, it's too much for me" she sneered, "well I wouldn't have to be if your friends weren't so touchy and weird with you!" I said, my voice slightly raising, she rubbed her temples in frustration "i'm sick of having this conversation over and over again, sit down, now" she ordered, my eyes widened a little bit at her dominance and I obliged, sitting down next to her.

She got up and sat on my lap, caressing my cheek "why are you always so worried Bill, have I ever done anything to betray your trust?" I shook my head "no..I guess not, it's just..you know how i get baby" I sighed and looked deeply into her eyes. She leaned in and kissed me softly "exactly so you have nothing to worry about, i've told you countless of times that I don't want anyone else but you Bill and it's true, it hasn't changed from the last 10 times i've told you" she sighed and buried her face into my neck, kissing it gently.

She was slightly grinding on me, I could tell she was trying to tease me and a smirk tugged at my lips, "I'll prove it to you..i'll make you feel good.." she whispered sensually in my ear and tugged at my jeans, trying to get them off.

I helped her and slid them off, along with my boxers too.

I moaned softly as she gripped my cock, slowly pumping it with her beautiful hands, "you're the only one I want Bill" she whispered in my ear as she picked up the pace, jerking my cock faster.

"Mmh.." I groaned as she rubbed her thumb over my sensitive tip, grabbing onto her hips tightly, "keep going..fuck.." I whispered, closing my eyes and letting out a loud moan. Enjoying the feeling of her small hands on my cock.

She started to pump harder, kissing my neck as she did and softly sucking the skin, leaving little love bites everywhere. "I love you so much Bill..i'm not gonna leave you so easily" she whispered softly, easing my nerves. I nodded and kept my eyes shut, biting my lip roughly as she rubbed her thumb over my sensitive tip again.

"Shit..love you so much baby" I mumbled, my grip on her hips tightening, digging my nails and leaving marks on the skin. She groaned softly at the pain, smashing her lips into mine and pumping faster "cum for me.." she mumbled against my lips, I felt tension building up in my stomach, signalling my soon to be climax.

Her pace was rough and fast, it hurt a little but it felt so good at the same time, the way her hands fit just perfectly around my cock, it was like they were made for me. Like we were meant to be together.

She was such a beautiful girl, so kind and loving, I hated that my issues got to me most of the time but that reassurance she'd gladly give me was the best part of her, the fact that she'd never give up on me so easily.

"G'nna cum baby..fuck.." I groaned, bucking my hips into her hands, she smirked and I came, shooting my cum onto her hands and arm. She went to the bathroom and washed her hands, coming back and sitting on my lap again, "see, I told you I love you and only YOU" she frowned slightly "I don't know why you never believe me", I winced slightly at her pain "baby..I don't know either..but i'm sorry i'm trying my best to be better" pushing a strand of hair away from her face.

I held the back of her head with one hand and leaned in, kissing her sweetly, our lips moving together perfectly. "I'll always love you, always be there for you" she smiled, I looked into her eyes, searching for any signs of deceit but all that was there was sincerity and pure love for me, I sighed in relief and kissed her again.

"I'm so in love with you y/n, you're perfect" I pulled away, tracing her curves softly, she giggled, that giggle that I love, the one that could make anyone who was upset, smile. She was all I needed.

[vickyvicarious]

Mina might transcribe on this when she wakes up and gets up to date on October 26th

Just pasting in the anon who wrote me an ask about this as well, since it's all the same topic:

Now I am curious too about when Mina transcribed this! It might be revealed in future entries but I can't remember. But my guess is not before they leave because Mina doesn't want her eyes or ears to reveal to Dracula anything. Maybe she could do it during dawn or dusk but those times are restricted for hypnosis...

See, the issue with Mina transcribing is that for now at least, Jack is presumably still recording his entries on wax cylinders. Certainly the end (the first end) of today's reads like someone else transcribing him getting choked up and unable to talk, rather than him writing down his own difficulty continuing. I mean, we don't have to assume - we know that is the case, because he says his voice fails him.

And I don't think they are in any way counting on Dracula not being able to read her mind during dawn/dusk - or even if they did think he can't, she would still remember and he might be able to access those thoughts. They don't know, so they're gonna play it safe and they certainly won't tell her. So they wouldn't give her access to any documents during her brief moments of freedom even aside from it being reserved for hypnotism sessions.

The 28th is likely the first time she can access any new documents from between October 5 till the ban on telling her things is dropped. And funnily enough, there aren't actually a lot of documents she's missing. A total of 9 in all that time, mostly covering particulars of what they know of where Dracula is. This is important to hide from him in the moment still, but it's not a ton for her to catch up on, especially since most notes are short. She could probably type them all up that same day without any trouble.

Except for Jack's recordings. These aren't on paper that can be just casually carried along; they are recorded onto wax cylinders. Would they take those too? The question leaves his entries from October 5 and 11 in a sort of limbo. This one in particular only covers his impression of the conversation Mina led, and so it would probably be fine for her to type it up since it doesn't contain anything she wasn't there for, but would they tell her that? Would they report it to her and let her type it up before they leave? ...I see a couple options:

Mina types both. October 11 she transcribes the day of or shortly after, before they leave the country. The October 5 cylinder is taken along with them and she listens to and types it on the 28th.

Mina types both. They're both brought along with them and she listens to/types them both on the 28th.

Someone else (likely Jonathan?) transcribes them both. Probably shortly after they are made, or just before everyone leaves the country, and he brings the transcriptions along with them.

No one transcribes them until after everyone is back in England, mid-to-late November. Someone (likely Mina) organizes the final accounts then. Possibly not that month even... there is a seven-year gap before the epilogue and while I don't think it took anywhere near that long to fit these documents in, she may not have jumped right to it immediately.

I feel like, given Jonathan's interest in making sure a record is kept for Mina, it's possible he did make the effort to transcribe these two entries and bring them along. But then again nothing else seems to have been typed/compiled, so maybe he just made sure the record was kept somehow and left the compilation for later.

I also instinctively doubt they brought wax cylinders on their trip (it just feels like they'd be too delicate? but that may just be me overthinking and they are traveling to nice hotels at least initially, so there should be a phonograph there to use if they want to listen), though if they did that leaves the awkward possibility of Jack crying here being played aloud in a hotel room for potentially everyone to hear. It would give the swiftest access to the information within, though.

Honestly, I'm not sure. I feel like the first option is least likely, but I could see the argument for any of them.

[sandutita]

i debated whether or not i should make this post since i doubt anyone would even read it or care, but i think i gotta get this off my chest either way.

the absurdity of baldi's basics overwhelms me. it's popularity is so much more massive than i can comprehend. i just imagine this small indie developer who releases a game they made and cannot at all anticipate the magnitude of its upcoming popularity. the difference between one person and millions of them is too much for my brain to comprehend. maybe envy has a bit to do with these feelings of mine. i feel like whether or not your project gets recognition requires 50% skill and 50% luck; luck that people will notice and your stuff will get picked up by the algorithm overlord.

i've been drawing some baldi fanart during these past 4 weeks (and i've also been working on a baldi animation, but that's a whole other thing), but i wouldn't really call myself a BB fan? i've never even played any of the games (i'm REEEALLY pussy when it comes to horror games, even if BB isn't that scary, not nearly as scary as FNAF), literally my only exposure to it is as follows: all of markiplier's baldi gaming videos, the living tombstone's "basics of behaviour" songs (both red and blue versions), axie's "that's what i do" song, and some re-animated versions of those songs. and some shit i've seen on tumblr, too. that's literally it.

so i'm not very educated on the baldi lore at all. i did some browsing of the baldi wiki the other day and HOLY MOTHER OF SHIT THERE'S SO MUCH SHIT. so many different characters, so much bullshit, i can't even begin to understand any of it. it makes me wonder why markiplier didn't play any of the other games, why he only played the first game, the field trip game and baldi's basics plus (excluding the fan-made games). maybe he got sick of it? i dunno but i blame him for my ignorance, he should've played all of the games so i could know more baldi lore /s

there's this constant nagging voice in the back of my head saying that because i don't know enough baldi lore that i shouldn't even be making art or animations about baldi. it's a feeling i've struggled with to some extent every time i've gone through a fanart phase of some sort like this. but i fight back by thinking to myself: "i don't need to know everything about the lore because the concept of baldi and his schoolhouse alone have inspired me to create my own version of baldi's basics, something that i can mold and shape to my own liking", which i have been doing! i want to bring a different side to this, something dark and bleak, a tragic situation caused by extortion and mental instability, causing the deaths of several children. or something.

i'm not even thinking about it too much. i've realized that i always overthink things and end up not going through with my plans because i drag it on for too long, so now i am going to try to not worry too much about everything making sense, and just make the art that i want to make. no procrastination, no overthinking, just making.

i love my pathetic bald man, wearing his green sweater and holding onto his ruler for dear life like he's gonna die if he drops it. i love his blatant disregard for the safety of his pupils, i love the murderous look in his eyes and the hatred and fear in his heart. i also love it when he looks confused, but i already mentioned that in my art blog. go check out my art blog!!

[tobiasdrake]

The Hundred Line: Last Defense Academy 109 - World Death

Whew. It's finally over and we're back to FREE TIME. And today I am....

...I am....

I do not remember what I wanted to do with my next block of Free Time. It's been so long. First things first, upgrades. Shouma's new so he must have a third attack he can unlock with points.

"Try to actually attack for once." OMEGA PUNCH DEALS 1 DAMAGE AND INFLICTS STUN ON USER HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

This is, of course, obviously meant to synergize with the +1 Attack he gets per enemy that swings on him. It's a way of detonating his stored power without having to spend 100 Voltage on his Ultimate.

In any case, it's Afternoon so we can't Explore. Either Gifting, Hangouts, or Training. Hangouts are good for learning about potential Gifts but I feel like running down the list and just picking based on what I know about people some more. I'm sure there's still a lot of obvious Gifts I haven't exhausted.

This can only be for Kyoshika. Who we can now Gift things to because B-Team are officially on our team finally. Let's do it.

Sure, go right ahead. What you do with your sword to is none of my business. Just don't ask me to officiate.

And that will unlock some new attack levels. We should check out the new levels of training that have unlocked now that B-Team is with us next chance we get.

On to Day 46.

Come on in, Darumi. What's up?

Huh. I might have to switch Morning Darumi to Morning Nozomi if this keeps up. The important thing is that the last syllable doesn't change because they're here to visit me.

...why are you telling me this in private rather than hosting a cafeteria morning meeting? This seems sketchy, Nozomi.

Oh, this is no longer sketchy, Nozomi. My apologies. I completely misinterpreted the purpose of this visit.

Next time, send Morning Darumi around. You're new, so you probably don't know, but she's a super effective messenger. She drops off the invite and then if you don't agree to come, she kills herself right there in your room and flops her body onto your bed. Nobody ever refused after the first time.

Tsubasa did have to do a lot of room cleaning, though. Not because of the blood. Also she might need therapy? But that's a problem for our shell-shocked veteran future selves to worry about. Right now, it's party time! With entrails! Who can earn the high score on the PTSD leaderboard!?

Nozomi's curious about her variant.

Because she knows what that means.

Two days in a row, Kako's just... out here by herself, thinking about her situation.

You've got this, Kako. One foot in front of the other. We'll be here when you're ready.

...why the hell is Tsubasa down on the first floor? War Room's on the third.

XD Tsubasa went to the Cafeteria on accident.

That's fair. You keep right on being the most relatable Ordinary Human Being in the academy, Tsubasa.

That's amazing. Anyways. Game face. World Death.

You tell her, Gaku. That spicy comeback is sure to make her regret her words and deeds.

DON'T YOU FUCKING DARE

Don't you fucking dare tell me that the TRC is on the fucking moon or something.

How did those two words completely blow my entire goddamn mind.

Is the TRC a fucking spaceship? No, that doesn't make sense because how would the Invaders breach the TRC without everyone being pulled into vacuum?

It's a box, but it has to be a box in a terrestrial location, right?

Maybe I'm overthinking this and it's just because we live in a box that we don't know what the rest of the world is like.

Yeah, okay. It's just that we live in a box. Whew. Almost went down a rabbit hole there.

Which is the TRC! Don't scare me like that, Nozomi. You had me legit flashing back on the V3 birdcage.

All the other bunkers failed, I guess. That's what you get for letting Vault-Tec design your apocalypse shelter.

Credit where it's due, it lives up to the name. It's not some external force with plans to bring about global destruction. It's literally just... the world dying.

I don't know how we're supposed to counter that. If the Earth is just dying of natural causes then... Then that's game over, isn't it? All things come to an end at some point. We all have to face our own mortality eventually. Some day the sun will explode. That's just life.

Weird that the naturally occurring death of the planet would involve marauding Care Bears, though. I feel like this isn't everything.

[kennedys-lvr]

TENNESSEE WHISKEY, STRAWBERRY WINE — CHAPTER 32 (AO3)

oooh the drama is about to pick up i can't wait! things are coming (no pun intended) and i cannot wait for u all to read what i have planned!

full chapter here! 🤍

As my eyes flutter open, I feel the grogginess hit me like a freight train—and I only have one person to blame for that grogginess. The early morning sun slits through my blinds, warm against my face as I stretch out my arms and brush my fingers against the empty side of the bed, where a few hours earlier, Leon had once been.

It still smells like him, that pine smile lingering on my pillows and on the sheets, and I can't resist rolling over onto my front with a long, sleepy groan and burying my face into the pillow for a deep inhale of him. Reminding myself of him, as if he’s just a spectre in my memory.

He had left early this morning as he always does, slipping out under the cover of darkness. I had watched him get dressed in the dark as always, drinking in his silhouette as he pulled on his jeans and threw his shirt over his head. As he always did, he’d kissed me on the lips before he left. I touch my fingers to my lips as the memory of his kiss blooms heat within me, a soft giggle bubbling in my throat as I feel like a love-drunk teenager all over again.

The urge to start kicking my feet and writing his name with hearts in my diary is strong this morning. I wonder if we’ll ever get out of this phase—the honeymoon phase. I assume that we definitely will, as we’ve only been together for nearly two months now. But it sometimes feels like it’s been years.

Or maybe I’m just a hopeless fool and should stop overthinking this.

I sit up, pushing myself up against my pillows as I reach for my water bottle to wet my dry throat, replaying this morning over again in my head—when he’d kissed me deeply, and promised that he’d be back later with a surprise for me, and that he was taking me out to celebrate Christmas. Even though it isn't technically Christmas Day yet—but it is Christmas Eve.

I blow out my breath as that thought settles in, along with a million other thoughts running through my head right now. It’s still quite mind-boggling to me that I have been here for four months now—it feels longer than that, but it also feels so much shorter.

It's even more terrifying to think about the fact that I plan to never leave here again, but that plan hasn't been set in motion yet. I haven't told anybody what I’m thinking about, as I don't want to get people's hopes up. There's still a lot of logistics to work out on my end—including dealing with my mother, which I've definitely been putting off.

A low sigh leaves me as it dawns on me that I’ve got to tell her soon—she’ll definitely notice that the apartment that she has bought and paid off for me is suddenly vacant and empty or housing new occupancy, and she will definitely notice if I suddenly drop all contact with her and quit out of the blue.

“After Christmas.” I mutter to myself as I lean my head back against my headboard, closing my eyes and letting out another deep sigh. I tell myself to keep focusing on my life out here, on celebrating with family and friends—not wasting my time and energy on a woman who, for years now, has only cared about what I can do for her company instead of loving me like a mother should love her daughter.

She used to love me before the divorce. At least, I'm sure she did. When I was little, I was her world. But that stopped—I can't really remember when, perhaps when we left. The divorce was all a blur to me. I don't like thinking about it.

Instead, I think about Leon again, and am instantly reminded of everything he had done to me last night in this bed. What he did to me every night in this bed. How he’d had his head between my legs beneath the covers. How I can now most definitely pick his tongue out in a blind sensory test—if said test is done on my pussy, that is. How after he’d feasted on me, he’d made love to me slowly and deeply, with his hand covering my mouth to stop me screaming and his eyes locked on mine as we came as one.

I get chills thinking about it, the slow bubbling heat in my core making me dizzy as I lose myself in the haze. I feel a low moan in the back of my throat, the low rumble of his voice praising me with that obscene language of his making me crave him all over again. I wonder what the surprise is, but I doubt he’ll tell me. He’ll hit me with those emojis again.

When I think of emojis, I think of my birthday. And when I think of my birthday, and what he’d done to me on my birthday, I know I’m a total goner. I don't think I’ll ever be able to listen to ‘Super Freak’ the same way again without seeing him crawling to me like that, looking at me like I was his next meal.

Fuck. What is wrong with me? My face feels hot and everything feels deliciously tingly. I clear my throat, slapping myself a couple of times to shake off the cobwebs and remind myself to calm down—Santa Claus is coming to town, and I need to be on my best behaviour if I want to be spoiled.

Or maybe I want to be punished. Either one sounds like a dream to me right now, especially if the man doing the punishing is someone as rugged and full of passion as—

My phone vibrates loudly on my nightstand, making me squeak softly as I’m thrown off of my train of thought that was barrelling fast towards Horny Town with no brakes. The chime of a text notification echoes out around the room, and as I grab my phone, I let out a loud yawn, relaxing back into the plush pillows with a soft hum.

The first text in my notifications tab is from Leon, sent around thirty minutes ago.

Leon: Good morning, sweetheart—I still get chills hearing him call me that. He uses it more than my name at this point, and I don't want him to stop—Hopefully you’re awake by now. On my way back—I have someone I want you to meet.

Someone he wants me to meet? I had already met Ada—a woman I don't want to interact with again, thank you very much. Not because I hate her or I’m jealous of her, but because our last meeting had been so awkward. I have nothing I could really talk about with her, other than Leon—and I did not want to talk about Leon with her. Listening to my boyfriend's ex-wife talk about him and their relationship makes me itch.

Boyfriend. Leon is my boyfriend now. He’s been my official boyfriend for over a week. Official only to our friends though, which I don't mind. It means that I can essentially keep him to myself. And as much as I want to shout out from the rooftops how amazing and wonderful he is, I know the reason why he doesn't want me to.

That would be a sure fire way to ruin Christmas. But there’s an even bigger storm heading my way as I read the second text, the text that had been sent just a minute ago. A text that has me sitting up so fast my head spins, my eyes widening to saucers as my heart begins to race in my chest—and not for good reasons.

Mom: Pulling up outside.

She’s here? At the ranch?

I throw my covers back so fast they all but fall from the bed, the heat from beneath the covers rushing out of me like my breath as I jump out of bed and walk over to the window, my bare feet slapping hard against the floor. I peek through my blinds, squinting my eyes as I see a cab rumbling down the gravel driveway.

A pit of dread forms in my stomach. My heart beats louder in my ears, and for a few seconds I’m too stunned to move. But then reality kicks back in and I let the blinds snap back into place, stepping back from the window like I just looked out onto a zombie apocalypse.

Which I would prefer right now over the arrival of my mother.

“Shit.”

I rush to my dresser, ripping the drawers open and pulling out clothes that are not Leon’s shirt. Nobody needs to see me wearing just his shirt right now, except maybe Leon himself. I grab the first thing I see—a pair of yoga pants and an oversized crewneck sweater—and pull the clothes on, stuffing the shirt deep into the corner of my drawer before forcing it shut and bolting from my bedroom like I’d just seen a tarantula making a home within my covers.

I don't care that it’s sixty-nine degrees outside. I toss my hair up into a messy bun and wipe the sleep from my eyes as I burst through the screen door, nearly making the old door fall from its hinges. I stare out at the drive, watching her car pull up slowly. That pit of dread in my stomach grows, spreading chills down my spine as she gets out of the car and shuts the door with a slam behind her.

As always, she’s wearing the same thing she always wears. A crisp white pantsuit, blinding beneath the sun and definitely not at all the kind of thing to wear on Christmas Eve in Southern Texas—as if what I’m wearing is even more suitable.

But if she's regretting her outfit choice at the moment, it isn't visible on her face. Her scowl of contempt seems directed at the ranch itself, her lips rolled into a thin line as her sunglasses hide the look of scorn in her eyes, but I can feel it like a punch in the gut.

“Deanna.”

[heaurtfk]

im back

and you know what that means - it's cuz a bomb just dropped (your butt, your butt's the bomb.) but no please. EVERYBODY PLEASE GO CHECK OUT NOBODY WANTS THIS STARRING THE BEAUTIFUL KRISTEN BELL AND GORGEOUS ADAM BRODY im gonna be honest i did not know who adam brody was before this but ooooooo yummers.

ok this is gonna be a long one so bear with me, or don't wtv. i AM on some form of adrenaline rush and my thoughts are everywhere considering i literally just binged the entire series on the day it came out but i don't blame myself one bit for this one but im gonna be spitballing here aight

first of all, chemistry? right off the bat, that was one good pilot. UGH

and can I also just say. i can't remember the last time a show made me like EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THEIR CHARACTERS. slay. very slay. I even liked the ex girl. everyone's just so chaotic and so miserable and so delusional. everyone had actual character. actual personality.

misunderstandings never lasted long which THANK THE LORD!!! i greatly appreciated that.

if you were thinking oh another boring romcom with jokes and shit and yeah you'd be kinda right. the humour? top fucking notch. but i also think that they covered the relationship101s which wow #relate

man's not replying me after 3hrs: cue overthinking ✅

insecure af about being emotionally dependent on someone who could easily break your heart ✅

my boyfriend introduced me as his friend, fuck him ✅ (also i swear this is an all guys thing)

"am i changing too much for someone - is that too desperate?" ✅

THE ICK ✅

fuck me his ex is so pretty ✅

but its ok im growing. let's be mature about this. i trust you ✅

"can you convert?" "should i really be converting for you?" ✅

and also kinda deep family stuff sprinkled here and there HAHAHA

unresolved family issues but the family is still there. they're trying. they're not perfect but they don't hate each other!! we love a dysfunctional family.

cute siblings dynamics. we got brother-brother, sister-sister, AND sister-sil-sister

cute father-son/father-daughter moments and we got a winner mother moment somewhere too

just something slight tho. im not Jewish and im no Judaism expert but I did feel like for a rabbi, he wasn't really that rabbi-ish. yaknow? and idk how accurate that bit is, but maybe that's the point of his character? its a rom com right. sooo i felt like the religion part was used for really more of a barrier to entry/forbidden love trope kinda thang. it was more about navigating the social religious pressures around Noah.

and yeah can't expect too much from 10 episodes of 20-30mins each, but the whole thing did feel rushed (but maybe don't binge it all at once??? idk)

all in all though. solid show. im so so proud i watched it the day it came out lol. on the other hand, i was kind of a bum the whole day but i really do think this helped my mental health lol

just watch it guys. its so good. 10/10

[seekerseekingsomething]

Closure

So some years back I started reading a little comic made during the height of Undertale mania. tailing off on a (to me) wild headcanon. It was a sad and heavy story in many ways, looked like it was going to get heavier and sadder. That's the kind of thing I often gravitate to. That said, a lot happened really fast in my life and I kind of forgot about it. in that ADHD "oh right I should check in on that, Never does" sort of way.

Well I got to thinking about undertale again, amusingly because of another fandom entirely where someone is writing a story that touched on themes adjacent.

So, having started using Tumblr again I went back to find the comic was finished.

Isn't that a thing?

How often does something get really, conclusively, Finished in this day and age? I can seldom remember it happening in any of the kind of things I watch, people get bored, or go silent, or wander off, but Finish?

So I read it, picked up right near where I left off and read it all. It got heavy and dark, but the light slipped back in, and then got brighter and brighter to end in a dreary, cold, rainy, grey. On a note of finality. Not happy, or sad, but ambiguous.

It was perfect. no notes.

remembering Undertale hurt so much in ways I thought I'd remembered wrong, it was a formative game for me in a few powerful ways. focused always on agency, and choice, or the lack thereof.

a shockingly heavy condemnation of mining something for every last secret, picking everything apart to squeeze the last drops out of it.

I never saw the genocide ending, I knew it existed, but I didn't want to do that. couldn't even. I'm sure if I kept at it I could have beaten it all. But...

There's a philosophical question here, an important one. It might seem a little trite, and maybe it is, but all the same. What is the difference between a character in a game and a "real" person?

"It's just ones and zeroes bro, you're overthinking it!"

Am I? how easy is it to do terrible things when you choose to see people not as whole but as a simple caricature? ones and zeroes. NPCs.

I finished Undertale twice, exactly. I got to the end and was furious there was a whole one person I couldn't save (a game where nobody has to die? sold). so I heard you can. And I did. and when I did, when I stepped into that sunshine and watched these people who live on my screen get what they wanted, dreamed of. I knew that was it.

Even now, filled with nostalgia and a little lingering pain I can't imagine hitting that "New Game" button, because then I'd have stolen it all away. If you're willing to believe that it was real then I'd have stolen nearly a decade from them, and trapped them back under that mountain. Because I couldn't let go.

Are they happy? Did terrible things happen? It's out of my hands, beyond me. It's not my story anymore.

Finality is a beautiful thing.

[aqours]

hey like, can i get your input on something if you think something is sketchy or am i overthinking this???

i've taken adhd med my entire life since i was a kid. my father is a doctor, and my father is the one who fills out most prescriptions for me that isn't HRT stuff (and during a brief insurance problem stint he was able to fill a prescription for me for it)

so he always fills out my adhd meds bc there's never been a problem. i ALWAYS go to the same pharmacy i've been going to my entire life. 18? i take my adderall scripts there. 20? my adderall scripts there. 25? my adderall scripts there. i've never gone to another doctor for it bc there was no need to.

so like today i go to drop off my script like we have for over 20 years. and for the first time ever it's like

"hey uh we can't accept it"

"why?"

"he's a pediatrician and you're not a child."

"i mean- we practice general medicine. we're a pediatric clinic but we don't stop seeing patients when they turn 18, we have a few adults in their 50s, and we have filled out adhd scripts for adults. i'm a receptionist there."

"... we have him listed as a pediatrician and our manager says we can't accept medicine from him for you anymore sorry"

so annoyed i go to the target pharmacy, cuss in my car remembering this is also a CVS, before deciding "hey maybe it's just that one- and if it's the same EVERYWHERE in their system i should actually tell my dad we seem to be flagged by CVS in general and he should make some calls to clear things up that he practices general medicine with adults too"

BUT THEN THEY GIVE ME A COMPLETELY DIFFERENT REASON

"so the problem is the doctor is your father. it's CVS policy to not accept a script for a controlled substance when the doctor is immediate family, it's CVS pharmacy and we could lose our license for it. i would recommend finding a non-CVS pharmacy to see if they can take it, but this will happen at any CVS. we can accept prescriptions and medications from him to you provided it's not a controlled substance."

which makes sense. a LOT of sense actually. i've never had to deal with it in 20+ years ever bc i just go to the same pharmacy and they've never said this, and we ARE dealing with a major substance abuse crisis in this country. so i ask:

"hey, so is this a new policy?" because i think maybe it's CVS's new way of fighting the fentanyl crisis

"no, this has been the case for years."

so like... this is sketchy as fuck, right? two COMPLETELY different answers, and one is a LOT more sensible than the other, the people who have been handling my medications since i was a minor.

like am i just overthinking it? if it turns out i need another doctor for this meds should i just keep coming back to this pharmacy or no? if that's the case it's really fucking annoying like i need to start finding a new doctor just for adhd meds now given my doctor is my father except for things like HRT and getting blood drawn, but we've just been doing this casually for so long and it's never been an issue i wasn't even aware this was a policy CVS had until now. would you go back to this pharmacy?

[cursedomain]

Same vine

tw: self harm & depression

I wonder if, when you made those choices, you thought of me. It plagues my mind as of recent, and I couldn't help but ask myself. I mean honestly, maybe I do have my issues and it makes me contradict if I can even as such things.

Satoru was usually on top of the measurement. He made sure you didn't overthink a lot. As of recent, he went on a trip for a week and was being a bit different. He mentioned a new friend, and your heart dropped.

You've had past issues where you couldn't trust people and had gotten cheated on, what made this different? It disappointed him when your trust showed. But could he truly blame you? Yes, and he did.

"You should trust I wouldn't do anything. Isn't it toxic to tell me I can't be friends with her?" Your heart dropped when you heard this. You pushed it more, you felt texting back and trying to push how uncomfortable you were was important.

She flirted with him, and even asked to be his wife when he didn't set boundaries that he didn't think were needed. To this, he responded calling your relationship toxic. You laughed, out of the fact you had been disrespected and outright pushed to your limit.

It was 12 am now. You sat in your bed after he went to sleep. Still states away, what could you really do? You called your friend, Shoko, she heard you out and agreed.

"Why would he back up a girl he just met? That's so stupid. He doesn't understand how easy it will be to make a close relationship and realize he's happier with her than you but that's also because they aren't dating so it's easier to be together." Her voice was annoyed, why would Satoru do this to you?

You and Satoru have been so well, he fixed issues you didn't think you could even fix. He was a good boyfriend and always valued you and your opinion. There were no other girl best friends it was just you, and now he clicked with a new girl, learned her trauma and even told you to stand down. He didn't bother to really know you were upset. It meant nothing as he thought it was toxic.

"You can have other girl friends, but please just not this one." You said this over and over trying to hold back from the sobs. He kept fighting you. Why would he keep talking to her if he knew it bothered you. Would he even care if it was vise versa? You knew you were down for him, but your past issues made you so bothered.

You went to your car, you turned a song on that felt right. You sat there, rereading all of your texts. You were so depressed by this point. You and Satoru have fought consistently, you felt like the relationship was coming to a end. You had now cut your arm multiple times. You knew your depression couldn't handle everything going on.

Soon you texted Suguru, you knew you needed help. As of recent, your grandma had fallen ill, and your boyfriend was states away and he couldn't support you through your consistent issues. You felt alone because this was never something you had gone through.

After explaining everything to Geto, he got upset. He told you that you pissed him off when you do things like this. "You're overthink really pisses me off because it's about the dumbest shit." You were taken about by the hostility in his message. He never would have done this in the past, but as of recent he has been pushing the limits on how he would speak to you. You let it pass usually though because Satoru wanted to make sure he kept friends.

There was a drop in your heart. You couldn't do much you felt so lost. Blood slowly moved from the cuts, you turned the car on and left your home. You couldn't do anything logically now. You needed the distraction so you drove. You and Gojo came from the same vine, you felt it was meant to be, why is this happening?

You didn't trust you were enough or that at this point you would get cheated on and it would be with the new girl best friend. Satoru told you that you knew nothing about her and you shouldn't judge her. Why was he defending her, you sobbed uncontrollably, you couldn't see the road anymore. Your mind was so overwhelmed. You didn't want to even live. You let your relationship control you and now you were stuck.

"So foolish, I thought I followed the precautions and I thought I was secure enough." You said this in between sobs. You wanted to find a parking garage and really ask yourself what you were doing wrong. Your heart hurt so much, your breathing was shallow and your jaw hurt from clenching it too many times. Your friends told you that as of recently, they don't think you've even been happy.

You started feeling drowsy and knew it was best to try and drive home. You knew pulling over for a nap was risky, so you drove home and went inside to your room. The mirror reflected how disheveled you were and your eyes, swollen, showed just how unhappy you were.

You took sleeping medicine and your body reacted poorly, the anxiety was worse and you were now shaking. how could he? You had to close your eyes and ground yourself. Your brain worked against you, making you feel worse wondering how this could happen.

As your body slowly relaxed, you thought about the few times he said reassuring things like how she wasn't around when he went somewhere, but why would he even say those things, he could have removed her from his life and your mind would never feel this. You started thinking about how maybe you were toxic, but that wasn't your fault that he did this to you. It was his fault.

You should've known better. But again, how could you when he drank the poison from the same vine as you?

[violent--delights--violent--ends]

PERSUASION | Hero FT Fan-fic

Chapter 6

WC : 540

Jessica pov

For the next week, Hero and I text on and off, asking what your favorite color? What type of music are you into? And how's your day going? I still can't believe he's talking to me, of all people.

I have always said actors are people like me, and I still feel that way, but something about Hero is different. I was in such a dark place when I started listening to After; I remember how it made me feel and how much I identified with Hardin Scott.

When I heard Hero's voice from the audiobook, I couldn't describe it, but his voice made me feel a sense of calm, so I decided to go and look him up.

When I saw his interviews, it was almost like he felt familiar, like some connection was there. I just couldn't quite put my finger on it.

I know many people enjoy him as Hardin, but I prefer Hero. I have admired other actors and actresses before, but this is different.

It's more than the fact that he's attractive Hero is just happiness, but can you feel that way about someone you don't honestly know?

I would have never guessed I'd meet him, let alone be texting him. Honestly, it feels nice having someone to talk to other than Kristen.

I tend to keep to myself. I wouldn't say I'm closed off, more like guarded. Especially when it comes to guys, but with Hero, he doesn't make me feel like there's any rush; he's okay with talking or texting.

Most guys see me as easy and think they can treat me however they want because they think I'm desperate for affection. Then when I stand up for myself

"It's like, how dare you; you should be thankful I even pay attention to you."

I don't know how Hero feels, and I wouldn't even ask, but even if it's just friends, I'd be happy with that.

****

"Are you sure I look okay? I mean, what if it's too laid back?" I look in the mirror pulling at my red shirt.

"Jess, stop"

"And the jeans, maybe I should have just gone with regular instead of ripped?"

Kristen rolls her eyes "seriously, you're overthinking, you forget he's already seen you having a bad day, and he's still around."

"I guess you're right" I take a deep breath "what time is it?"

"1:45, so you still got fifteen minutes to continue to question your outfit," she nudges me.

"Fine, I'm done," I say, heading to the living room

"Where am I dropping you off anyway?"

"I don't know," I shrug, "Hero said he would tell you when he got here; honestly, I hope it's accessible. I know he's not used to having to think about these things" I nervously pick at my fingers.

"Is this going to be too much for him? I know we're just friends, but I don't want to be an inconvenience, and I don't want to mess with his career."

"Jess? Did you hear me?"

"No, sorry, what?"

"I'm sure he's thought of that, and if not, we will figure it out," she smiles "try not to worry about it; just have fun today, okay."

"Okay," I smile back.

[beigepillow]

What do you think will happen in the new chapter? I still can't understand the logic with this video. The only person this video can harm is Inami himself. (if in the video he r*pes Yashiro). It's hard for me to predict Inami's actions. It always seemed to me that he was too interested in Doumeki. But what can he do... I, like many people, want to see Doumeki beat this rapist, but I don’t believe that this will happen. Inami is a policeman. Doumeki will expose not only himself, but the entire group if he starts a fight. Inami, too, will not just leave it like that and will further poison the lives of both Yashiro and Doumeki. Therefore, in this situation, I don’t understand how you can get rid of Inami once and for all. It seems to me that the only one who really needs to destroy Inami is Yashiro himself. He has both the connections and the power to do this. Maybe Doumeki will be the trigger that makes Yashiro do this

So in my saezuru predictions post, I actually say that I don’t want doumeki to beat up inami lol. Mainly because we have already seen it and it doesn’t do anything to deter inami. I agree it is up to yashiro to get rid of inami. Inami is yashiro’s rapist but yashiro does use inami to get info as well so I don’t think it should be on doumeki to get rid of inami. I am just personally absolutely sick of him and want him to go away like many of us do. I am not sure what the video’s purpose is; I tend to think it is a way to lure doumeki out there but like many have observed its not a threat to yashiro so I don’t think it is a focal point. Inami’s interest in doumeki is hard to decipher since it is most likely inami being frustrated that doumeki can kick his ass but not having much to actually get doumeki in trouble with therefore not being able to exert his power over doumeki. I also don’t think that doumeki will be kidnapped or placed in grave danger because it would then put them in a position of being separated and not able to progress together. Saezuru also isn’t a hero manga where all their issues would be able to be resolved with one saving the other’s life as we already saw. We also have plenty of dangerous conflict already. I think this upcoming chapter will cause some more personal conflict between yashiro and doumeki because that is what makes the most sense to me. I think doumeki is vulnerable and emotional right now as well and maybe can be convinced that yashiro is better off without him or that yashiro truly doesn’t want him and he should back off. I keep thinking of a moment in ch 47 where doumeki catches yashiro getting dropped off by inami and yashiro is laughing. We in the audience know why yashiro is laughing but maybe doumeki thought he looked fond of inami…I may be overthinking it. However, this conflict can be the push yashiro needs to get rid of inami as he would never do that for himself but for doumeki he will.