#me when i can't study properly because my eyes get way too tired way too fast

[unhonestlymirror]

- pain

[satowooo]

kiss it better

Suguru always hated it when you break up with him when you're having a mental breakdown. So what's he gonna do to make his baby feel better?

contents. slight academic rivals to lovers (barely mentioned), suguru x reader, eventual smut, fluff, cowgirl, bottom suguru, slapping, rough sex, pet names, degration, not proofread.

Do what you gotta do, keep me up all night.

your relationship with suguru became on and off ever since you two started dating. he could vaguely remember why, but he knows one thing.

your relationship with him started off as enemies. he remembers how you were always so angry at him, your bratiness showing every time he was a step further than you in academics.

being a straight A student is something that he likes to brag about, knowing that you're right there to keep him on his toes because you're just as smart as him. he knows how you tire yourself to study every night and day, sleeping and almost living in the library whenever an exam week is coming, never going out of your room and not eating until you understood and memorized all your notes, and how you'd never talk to him the whole time you're busy studying. and what does he hates the most? you breaking up with him for it.

you're a top student, but you're always in second place because he beats you to it. it never fails to make you upset, but you don't really blame suguru for being good at what he does. rather, you blame yourself for not studying enough as if your brain is already not about to explode for every information that you try to force into your brain.

and suguru hates it enough that you have to break up with him just for you to torture yourself in the confines of your room with all the papers and academic works controlling over your body and mind. he hates it everytime because he knows how hard you are being to yourself.

“baby, i’m coming inside, okay?” suguru called outside your door after knocking several times. he didn't wait for another answer as he twists the knob, pushing the door open.

“suguru, no-”

he heard your sniffles. and his heart ache at the sight before him.

you were sitting at your study desk. papers scattered around in a mess, some of it drenched in your tears. your eyes reddened, and you looked at him in frustration as you stood up.

“i told you to leave me alone, suguru.” you said, wiping your tear stained cheek.

he looks over at your bed, to the crumpled sheets, feathers flying around from your pillow, knowing that you probably had been punching it in your frustration. he sighs and walks over to you, immediately cupping your cheeks to look you in the eyes.

“you think breaking up with me would solve the problem?” he whispers softly, kissing your eyes, your tears.

you looked away, tilting your head to the side so as to not look at him. “it's for the better. you're only distracting me from my studies.”

he closed his eyes tightly, before holding your jaw so you could face him properly. your hands clutched his shirt at the proximity between you. “i’m distracting you?” your words sting, his heart clenching at the way you're trying so hard to push him away. but he wouldn't have all that. “come on. i know you're mad. punish me then.”

“suguru-”

“i always tell you that i’m here to help. but you're too hard headed to ask for it.” his tone was firm, his eyes turning dark at the way you tried to get away from his grasp. he lets out an exasperated breath before loosening his grip from you. “don't hurt yourself, baby. hurt me instead.”

“suguru, you don't understand. i am angry, fine, i admit.” the grip you had on his shirt tightened, a shaky breath escaping from your lip as tears started to form on your eyes again. “i don’t want to take it out on you when i’m clearly a mess, suguru. you don't get it because you're always too good and i’m not enough. i can't be enough for you if i’m like this-”

once again, suguru cut you off. your words flying off his ear as he interrupted you with a fierce kiss. his tongue darting out for entrance and you didn't push him away. your words muffled from the way he pressed his lips, making you shut up and revel onto your desires as your lips parted, your tongue delving out to taste him.

all your worries easily slipped away. his thumb swiftly wiping the tear that escaped your eyes while not breaking the kiss. he pulled away for a moment before capturing it once again, this time gentler than the first.

to suguru, it was always the same words no matter how much he reassured you. so what's he going to do? make you feel like the queen you deserved to be.

“come on, princess. just like that.” he grunted, his hand gripping on your hips as he slammed you down on his cock. “come on, tell me how mad you are right now. let me hear you.”

“f-fuck you, suguru…” you gasps, your hips rocking back and forth deliciously on his shaft. your teeth were clenched in frustration, your anger still brewing inside your heart by the way he had you easily straddling him.

“that's it, baby. let it out, let it all out on me.” he coos, gently running his fingers on your spine. the action sent shivers all over your body, your thrust rapidly increasing by each second. “you're so mad, aren't you? you don't like it when i'm doing good?”

"s-stop... ahh..." you huffed, face flushed as your pussy clenched around him. your hips were beginning to ache for how harsh you were slamming against his lap. and he had that annoying look on his face that got you riled up.

you know exactly what he's trying to do. suguru wants a reaction. for you to let it out on him. to be mad at him instead of being mad at yourself.

he gripped your ass firmly, a knowing smirk etched on his lip. “do i make you cry, princess? because i’m better? in studies… and even in fucking you?”

that definitely strikes a nerve right there. your pace increasing, your nails digging on his shoulder from how hard you're holding onto him. “shut up… sh-shut up…”

“that all you got?” he said darkly, sweat forming in his forehead. he gave your ass a firm squeeze before landing a smack, making you jolt in pleasure. “you're so fucking pathetic, princess. you're really crying over that? you look so fucking dumb with my cock inside-”

a harsh slap on his cheek echoed all over the room. your breathing coming in short gasps, while suguru was smiling. he was fucking smiling.

the slap reddened his cheek but it didn't even look like it hurt him. he huffed and squeezed your hip. suguru was drowned in pure bliss as he groaned, your hips thrusting so harshly, squeezing his cock like there's no tomorrow.

“fuck, baby…” he growled, the sting of your slap erotic and pleasurable that it got him ramming his hip upward. you could see the veins on his neck popping out, his eyes darkening as his fingers found your breasts. “fuck y-yeah… do that again, hm? show me how much you fucking hate me…”

you moaned, your back arching and body pressing against his chest. his lips latched on your nipple, while his other hand found your clit. he rubbed circles against it, making you cry and scratch your nails on his chest.

“you’re so worked up for all your studies, and for what?” he sneered, chuckling darkly at you. you bit your lip as another slap went across his cheek, feeling all the anger forcing its way to give him what he wants. you knew damn well that suguru was enjoying on riling you up, coaxing you to take it out on him by saying those words that he knew would gain the right reaction that he needs.

“fuck you, sugu… f-fuck you…”

“doing so well for me, baby.” he leaned forward to capture your lips, his lips grazing your earlobe. “you can do more than that, don't you?”

your thrusts became more erratic as his voice rang over your ears. you grabbed a handful of his hair, tugging it down so he could look at you. your face was a mix of both anger and pleasure, a sight that made suguru feel more aroused. he groaned as your hand flew over on his cheek again, his eyes glistening with lust.

“ohh, f-fuck!” the thumb on your clit increased its pace, as slaps after slaps on his face kept coming, eager to erase that stupid grin on his lips.

suguru grunted, his moans getting louder each second that it syncs with your sounds. your hand traveled up his throat, pressing on gently enough to restrict his breathing.

he let out a strangled laugh causing you to land another slap on his face. he can't believe that he felt so fucked out, enjoying the pleasure and roughness that you were giving him. the angered look on your face made his cock twitch inside you.

your hips thrusts up and down. up and down. unrelenting. it became frantic as his cock hit your right spots, driving you wild in ecstasy.

he could feel your pussy clenching around his cock, your thrusts became more urgent, your gripped on his neck beginning to tighten. his eyes were tied shut, suguru’s chest heaving as your wetness engulfed his cock.

“i’m cumming, baby. f-fuck, you gon’ cum, princess? you're doing so good- f-fucking hell…”

he hears your whines. his name rolling out of your tongue in desperation to reach your high. he bucked his hips, thrusting forward to meet yours, pistoning in and out furiously as the pleasure built up.

“suguru! ahh! hhk-” your hips shattered, your body convulsing with your orgasm reaching its peak. suguru let out a growl in pleasure, his hands squeezing your ass firmly. his own orgasm quickly approached, hot semen spurting right inside your sweet hole.

he breathes heavily, thrusting his cum right inside you slowly, making sure that nothing would come to waste. your hands released his neck, seeing how it turned red by the way you gripped so harshly. even his face was all flushed from all the slapping you did, with a small bruise forming on his temple, but suguru had a grin on his face.

his hair disheveled, chest heaving as you both catch your breaths. “still mad, baby?”

you shake your head, looking at him apologetically. “not anymore. i’m sorry, did i hit you too hard?”

suguru chuckled, his eyes half-lidded from the pleasure you just gave him. he took your hand in his, kissing your palm softly. “i fucking loved it, baby.”

he looks at you lovingly. suguru has already memorized you like the back of his hands, from your body to your heart and beneath your soul. and he'll do anything to make you feel better, to make you feel loved and cared for. he adores you so much that he wouldn't allow letting your insecurities pull you down.

suguru holds your hips, rocking yourself gently on his cock. your eyes rolling back, a soft moan escaping from your lips. he smiled, resting his head on the crook of your neck. “you're enough, baby. always remember that, okay?” he looked up at you before placing a kiss on your forehead. you basked into the aftermath of your lovemaking, your head falling on his chest as you nodded at his words. “don't ever doubt your abilities. failure is inevitable, it's a part of ourselves that symbolizes the efforts we do for trying.” suguru whispers, gently placing kisses all over your face. “and i love you for all your flaws and failures. don't ever think that you're not enough for me.”

🙂‍↕️ i genuinely want to make an academic rivals to lovers fic/series with suguru

[bonbonly]

bon thoughts (18+) a/n: i got carried away im so sorry

sweet boy CollegeAU!Charles Leclerc, affectionate with everyone. he may not be the smartest in class, but he's always respectful, always helpful, always just so damn sweet!

except for when it comes to you. little miss smarty pants who thinks she's better than him, she's above him. he tries to be nice, tries to move to the side when you're passing by in the hallway, tries to ignore your snarky remarks about his grades but he wasn't failing nor was he barely passing! he has good grades, just not perfect like yours.

and so a rivalry begins, where every day the sweet boy charles was becoming more and more angry, more and more frustrated by whatever you did. you'd purposely partner up with him during lab assignments, using the opportunity to criticize him further. he'd bite his tongue, and finally come to the conclusion that you needed something to shut your mouth.

in the library, in the bathroom, in his dorm, you'd be on your knees, on your back, on your stomach, taking his cock in any hole he could find at the moment. he'd fuck you rough, hands gripping on you to form bruises, biting into your shoulder while muttering, "shut the fuck up, shut your fucking mouth, slut," and you couldn't help but moan out loud through a giggle, surprised that the sweet boy in class had been pushed to his limit because of you.

"all you ever fucking do is complain and snitch, what if i snitch on you right now to your parents, hm? see you spread out like this for me as i fuck you?" he taunts, watching the way miss perfect grades shakes her head, trying to squirm away but he grips your waists and slams back into you. you choke out a strangled scream, trying to grab his shoulders but he grabs both your wrists in one hand and pins them above your head, "no you don't get to do anything, not after all the shit you do to me."

he has you bent over a table in an empty study room in the library, fucking your cunt. he glances down at the thick, milky ring on his cock and laughs out loud, "you like this don't you? you never cared about grades and scholarships, no, you wanted me to fuck you, you get off on seeing me mad, such a slut for me aren't you? my little whore." his words are awful but you couldn't stop the way your hips buck against him, wanting to take him deeper. and so during class discussions and group corrections for papers and tests, you would think twice before writing a harsh comment on whatever he contributes to the class. he's always staring at you when his paper ends up on your desk, a small warning to see if you'll write that nasty paragraph about how much of a failure he was like you used to do. some days when you were tired from studying and sucking his cock you'd write something nice, and give positive feedback but on other days when you were free for the day, or were very bored... the ink in your red pen would be gone by the end of the class, followed by the nastiest scowl on charles's face. he's in your dorm late at night, forcing you to re-read all the horrible things you wrote on his paper which even has the teacher wondering why you were so harsh on the poor boy. "you f-forgot... to capita- oh, charles!" you moan, and you feel him grab a good portion of your hair, yanking your head as your back arches further, eyes rolling to the top as his pace is brutal,

"read the damn thing, read what you fucking wrote, whore," he'd hiss, his hand coming to wrap around your throat, squeezing slightly. you'd let out another wanton moan, trying to hold the paper up with shaking hands as you continue your critique on his paper, but the more he pounds into you, the more you couldn't focus which earns a harsh slap on your ass, "fucked your brain too dumb? hm? miss smarty pants not so smart now huh? she's all fucking dumb for my cock, can't even think properly because my cocks all in her dripping cunt, yeah?" his accent was always stronger when he was mad, and his sweaty chest pins you deeper into your bed, his head poking around your neck to get a good look at that paper.

the next day, the teacher with a very confused expression walks over to Charles and hands him a paper, "Mr. Leclerc, Ms. (Y/N) submitted a new critique for your paper, she said she was in a bad mood that day and seemed to be very harsh on her grading. I hope you can forgive her and accept this paper." Charles, being the sweet boy that he was, flashes a big smile, "of course, Mr. Bell."

[fangswbenefits]

getting this off my chest

I really, really love writing for this fandom.

I think I haven't felt like this in years.

Astarion is such an enticing vessel for my creativity and has rekindled my joy for writing and putting it out there.

Alas, imposter syndrome really gnaws at my nerves more often than I care to admit.

"But Ruby, you have so many people who like your work. Why do you doubt yourself?"

Because I grew up being told I was never enough. That I was the worst at what I did best, which back then was learning English and surrounding myself in the language, hence why I sought comfort in fanfiction.

My sister, whom I love dearly, is an English teacher. She would be so harsh on me, and I know she meant well. She really did. But it was so hard back then. I would come to her with creative writing in English and she would just roll her eyes and tell me I wasn't good enough.

Nowadays, she acknowledges that I am more proficient than her and more at ease with the language, and even tells my nephew to study English with me instead.

But back then, I needed someone to believe I could do better.

So, there is a part of me that is proud that I am able to deal with real-life fatigue by writing and finding enjoyment in this hobby. But a much darker part of me tells me I'm not worthy and that I simply got lucky.

The Arrangement means a lot to me. I tend to dive right into fandoms and start writing for the character that caught my eye.

But I couldn't do that for Astarion... I am still unsure why. For those of you who have been here from my Miguel O'Hara days or when I first started posting about Astarion, you'll know The Arrangement was the first thing I ever posted for him.

Took me 2 weeks to get the first chapter out because I kept thinking I couldn't find a voice for Astarion. One that felt like him. After all, I'm always a step behind because I am not a native speaker. There will always be that looming feeling that I can't convey this story properly.

Even if you now know me for my Astarion smut, that wasn't even the driving force of my love for him.

It took me 2 months to feel comfortable writing smut for him. Why? I don't even know.

But The Arrangement feels different.

I love writing it and I love taking my liberties with the plot.

It's my opportunity to fully showcase my love for him.

I know not everyone likes it. I know some of you have dropped it. Some of you will drop it. But some will walk along this path with me, and I can't stress enough how your feedback and love help keep these negative thoughts at bay.

It's an internal work, though. It is not your job to validate my writing skills. This is not what puts food on my table. I am not looking to be published. I am looking for an escape. And it's so frustrating when my mind tries to rob me of joy even when it comes to a hobby.

"If this is a hobby why does it matter what others think or if they like what you write? Just have fun. Write for yourself."

And I do write for myself, but I share my work because I am hopeful my words can make someone's day. I seek that connection I never had growing up. Perhaps it sounds silly, but it's what makes the most sense in my head.

The Arrangement should be my pride and joy even if not perfect (nothing ever is, I suppose). And I'm exhausted of not feeling proud of it. I'm tired of this vicious cycle of self-doubt.

Don't get me wrong. I love writing smut. I think that's what I'm best at (well, in my opinion). I love exploring Astarion this way, too, but...

I don't know where I'm going with this... if anyone has made it this far, thank you, and sorry for the word vomit...

[seajelllies]

𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑷𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝟐 ♡︎ not quite, sweetheart masterlist ✎ roll call 1 ✎ roll call 2

"Don't get mad-"

"Every time you say that, my blood pressure rises."

He let out a long nervous laugh, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly before clearing his throat. "I kind of uha, have to pick up some things for a project in one of my classes."

"Yuji," You frown, lifting your head from the textbook you've been staring so deeply at he swore you'd burn a hole in it someday. "You were the one who told me to come over to help you."

"I know I know, I'm sorry, I'll be quick, really." He mumbles apologetically. He felt bad, really, and you could tell from the way he kept his eye contact.

You look at the time on your phone for a second before glancing back at him with a sigh. It wouldn't hurt to just stay put for a bit anyways, since he bought you food and all. If anything, you could just continue studying on your own with less distractions anyways- you weren't the one losing any time.

"Yeah, sure that's fine-"

"Thank you! You're the best! I'll be back, I swear!" And before you could even fully finish your sentence he bolted out of the door, and you could hear someone yelp in the hallway- probably bumping into him in the process. You almost forgot he used to do track in high school- surely you wouldn't be waiting for long.

You let out a soft snort, shaking your head with a sigh.

The first thing Sukuna did when he opened the door, was grumble to himself, running his hand through his hair in frustration. Attending classes was annoying, even more so after he already stays behind at his job for 2 hours longer than he should have.

'I should just fucking quit.' His eye twitches at the thought- very tempting, but quitting meant no money. No money meant no classes. No classes meant no potential decent job. No potential decent job meant he was going to be stuck selling drugs again- which he'd much prefer.

But he can't subject Yuji to that kind of association. Detrimental to his future, or whatever he told himself to justify not taking the easy way out.

As he makes his way into the room, there's 3 things wrong.

One. Yuji's bag and jacket are here, but not Yuji. Sure, those two things don't always need to follow him wherever he goes, but he's gotten used to him just lazing around by the time he gets back.

Two. There's another bag next to his. Unfamiliar, just like the shoes that definitely do not belong to his brother sitting neatly at the doorway. Yuji doesn't tend to invite people over, he usually goes to hang out at Kugisaki or even Fushiguro's dorm.

Three. There's a stranger quite literally sitting at their shared table, head in their arms. He can only assume they fell asleep, because he was almost sure they'd turn around the second the door opens if they weren't. Who just falls asleep in someone elses dorm?

Especially on a table that he can't remember the last time was properly cleaned.

He walks closer, frowning as he shoves his hand in the pockets of his jacket. His eyes glanced down at them as he peered over their shoulder, trying to gauge how asleep they were.

"Oi." He sounded irritated and tired- mostly because he actually was, eye twitching at the unfamiliar guest that seemed to be quite comfortable just falling asleep here.

"Brat, wake up." He scoffs, kicking the leg of the chair lightly, hoping it would stir them awake. But it doesn't and their head stays still, the only sign of them even being alive was their body moving up and down from breathing.

"You've got to be joking." He groans, snapping in front of their head, trying to get them to wake up without simply throwing them off the chair. Calm. Calm. Calm. He had to stay calm, he can not cause another issue and risk getting expelled.

He was too tired for this.

He fights the urge to throw his phone at the wall, exasperated sigh leaving his lips again, his scowl deepening when he notices them adjusting slightly, their arms shifting so he could slightly see their face.

His eyes glance down at them, and he plops into the seat next to theirs, elbow leaning on the desk with his chin resting on his hand with an irritated frown.

How someone could look so peaceful sleeping in someone elses room, he would never understand. Especially a dorm with two college guys- were they stupid? Or maybe they really were exhausted, like Yuji said.

Strands of their hair fall onto their eyes, and he reaches out to move it before he catches himself.

He lets out another grunt, eye twitching when he realizes he was staring too closely at a random stranger, and he moves back, leaning against the back of the shitty chair- hands shoved back into his jacket.

But the feeling of the hair in their eyes seems to wake them up, lashes fluttering slowly as they blink to adjust to the sudden light. They seem to realize they aren't alone, rubbing their sleepy eyes as they turn to glance at him.

"Yuji?" Their voice was quiet, and clearly very exhausted. Hair still slightly in their face, eyes blinking in his direction in confusion

Cute. Almost.

"Not quite, sweetheart."

𝑻𝒐𝒅𝒂𝒚'𝒔 𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔!

︾ There was more writing than there were screenshots even though I told myself there wasn't gonna be as much writing to save myself the pain of thinking 🧍‍♀️ ;;sobbing

︾ Anyways I changed the title from what it was going to be originally and move it to chapter 3 because I feel like it'd fit better there! anyways grumpy sukuna is silly, he's so >:( but he'll warm up soon. probably. 🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️

︾ ik i already said this was fem/afab!reader but my dumbass brain kept writing they/them/their and i didn't realize till i got to the end. im sorry 😔

𝑹𝒐𝒍𝒍 𝑪𝒂𝒍𝒍! the taglist

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[madelynhimegami]

Sig Guide

That this was finished on Crimmus was basically a coincidence, but honestly I've put it off for long enough. accompanying image is in Puyo 20th style instead of my normal style because this continues to be the best Sig I've ever drawn.

Also, your regular reminder that these posts are not intended to be the absolute truth of these characters, but based on my observations of them in official media. You are encouraged to re-interpret as you see fit.

Sig is a tired boy that doesn't want (and doesn't want to be) trouble.

He's actually a transfer student that relocated to Primp between Fever 1 and Fever 2.

What prompted his transfer is currently unknown.

When I say he's a tired boy, I mean he is tired. He moves and acts and speaks like he just rolled out of bed. He has similar levels of energy, too (read: not much).

Sig doesn't really talk a whole lot. Just enough to get straight to the point, when he can be assed to speak up in the first place. And when he does, it's usually pretty simple. In Japanese, he speaks with the simplest possible grammer using the simplest, least complicated words.

Still, Amitie once pointed out that Sig's not the type to say something he doesn't mean. If he decides to speak up, it's to say something that he feels is important enough.

All that said, he can infodump very extensively about bugs when he's properly incentivised to.

As you might guess, his entomology knowledge is very extensive. He can rattle off scientific names of whatever bug he's got in front of him (and then some, a lot of some) from memory.

When he's especially engaged in infodumping, he actually speaks quickly and uses bigger words. In Japanese, he even says complete sentences!

Speaking of how he speaks in Japanese, Sig is unique among the cast-- and most people that speak the language in general-- to never use a personal pronoun/identifier. If he absolutely has to refer to himself in a way to make himself clear-- for example, "stay away from me"-- he'll say "right here" instead.

He struggles with studying, unless the subject is bugs.

Sig seems to really want to discover a new species of bug-- or, failing that, extensively study the behaviors of a bug that isn't as well-documented.

He can sleep pretty much anywhere. And while standing. He can even fall asleep with his eyes still open if he can't be bothered to close them.

Apparently his antennae actually are antennae. At the very least, they aren't just part of his hair.

His red left arm is not only bigger than his right arm, it's also much physically stronger. Careless use can cause injury to others.

It's also slowly getting redder. This is generally interpreted by fans to mean that the red part is spreading to more of his body.

Sig is very bothered by his red arm. The idea that it may spread all over his body (even as a joke) visibly stresses him out.

The soul that sticks out of his body seems to be visible to others. Sig may or may not be able to see it himself, though.

I've seen it interpreted by more than one person that it means he's dissociating. Makes sense to me, honestly.

Sig is has the ability to commune with other worlds. Part of that means he can interact with extraplanar entities around him.

Sig isn't lazy or apathetic, he's just tired and needs to be properly motivated to step up.

He actually knows Raffina and Klug's names, he just gets the former wrong and calls the latter "Glasses" as his way of teasing.

Teasing aside, he dislikes actively causing trouble, even going as far as to not communicate what he's struggling with so it won't become somebody else's problem.

(He's gotten a little better about it, but…)

His main method of coping is to just ignore the problem. If he acts like he doesn't care, neither will anybody else.

His secondary coping method is to stay far away from the something causing him trouble. And if he's the trouble, he isolates himself.

Sig enjoys banter, whether it be watching or participating. It's fun to see his friends bounce off each other.

Of course, sometimes he'll say something weird while not actually engaging in banter. He's just on his own train of thought. Or genuinely not paying attention. He might be too tired to try.

(this extends to getting Raffina's name wrong. Sometimes he genuinely can't be bothered to say it correctly)

He doesn't really try bantering with Lidelle, though. He tends to keep himself fairly grounded around her.

It seems that Lidelle does like to learn about bugs from Sig, especially butterflies.

He claims that Lemres gives him a bad feeling. What kind and for what reason isn't clear.

Sig's normal laugh is just him saying "ha ha ha ha" in his monotone. Despite it sounding that way, it's not fake.

(He also has a soft, more genuine-sounding giggle when he sees or hears something especially funny. As far as we know, only Amitie has heard it)

He genuinely does want to help people, especially his friends. He'll take more initiative when he's decided he's capable of helping.

Sig does not take kindly to acts of cruelty and will bite back at people that hurt others.

He also considers violence towards bugs acts of cruelty, whether it be feeding them to animals or using them as material components.

He once tried to hype Amitie up the same way she does to others. Energy-wise, it was still very Siggish, but he found it embarrassing to do.

Like Amitie, Sig often has supplementary classes after normal school hours. He's not especially happy about it.

Sig can think quickly on his feet in the face of immediately-impending danger, letting him fast-talk his way out of it. We saw this in the second Tetris 1 dream story, when he managed to trick Schezo into not taking his arm.

Speaking of which, him saying that he has bugs live in his left arm was a translation mess-up. In Japanese, he claimed that he was holding a bunch of bugs clutched in that hand. He then basically tells Schezo, "no backsies," so to me it sounds like he was bluffing to creep out the creeper.

[toadistoast]

"ɪᴛ'ꜱ ꜱᴏ ꜱᴡᴇᴇᴛ, ᴋɴᴏᴡɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ!!"૮꒰˶ᵕ ༝ᵕ˶꒱აᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ

》 cute study session

Hi, I died 4 a sec but I came back with this to motivate me to study! I will work on my requests after I'm done with my godforsaken testweek </3 Toya, my oomf, my silly I love him, the things he'd do for you <3

SOFT, CUTE AND FLUFFY!! FT. TOYA

It's 2:37 AM, his eyes are starting to droop but he doesn't want to fall asleep, he can't close his eyes, if he does, how will he be able to admire you like this?

All he can think about is how cute you look... he can only half see your face, your eyes and eyebrows are being covered up by your hair but even if he can't see your face properly, he can tell that you're determined to get the math equations that he prepared for you correct.

Seeing you so passionate to get them right is cute, you're cute.

You texted him at 10PM when you suddenly got reminded of your rancid math test tomorrow and he snuck out of his house and appeared right at your door.

Funny thing is is that you didn't even ask him to tutor you, you were just asking if he could send his notes so that you could review it yet he risked getting in trouble with his dad and showed up at your house instead.

Because it's you, it's always you who he would do these things for, you're his lover you're special.

"I'm done!! I swear that these are right this time!!"

Ah that caught him off guard, he goes a little red realizing that he's been silently admiring you the whole time.

You slide the paper with the solved math equations to him.

"Well done, you got 5/6 right."

He says after revising your answers, he smiles at you, proud of you getting so far despite you starting at 10PM yesterday.

He was expecting a little "yay" or something but instead you were sleepily zoning out with one hand on your cheek to support your much too heavy head, which was way too full with ways to solve math equations. Studying really does tire you out...

"Ah you're sleepy..."

You slightly snap out from your zone out sleep a little bit and tilt your head towards Toya.

"Ah and you're cute, getting into potential trouble with your father for me and looking at me like I'm the prettiest thing you've ever seen... I wonder how it's possible to be so cute like that..."

You flirt with him albleit sleepily and he just stares at you with a red shocked face. You really were cuter in a sleepy state but was 'cute' really the correct word to describe you right now?

You lay your head against his chest and he lays his chin above your head while he goes redder and wraps his arms around you, you make yourself little and comfortable in his arms and suddenly the word 'cute' does become the right word to describe you again.

He should go back to tutoring you he thinks, but maybe he could stay like this with you, just a little longer...

"You know we could just go to my bed right?"

you say, right before letting out a tired yawn

Yeah, sure that'd be fine but he really doesn't want to let go of you at this moment.

He notes that you're gonna fall asleep without a blanket, but that's fine

Tonight his arms will keep you warm instead <3

[smallangstdemon]

6, 16, 21 and 46 for the ask game!

6. Do you prefer writing or drawing?

Contrary to popular belief and to the amount of time I spend on each, I largely prefer writing over drawing. I think it comes to three facts. 1. When you look at a drawing, mistakes are way more obvious than when you look at writing and I also generally more easily how to fix a mistake in writing than in drawing. 2. What I prefer when creating is to tell a story, and so far I'm quite unable to do so by drawing (although the main reason I work so much on drawing is to be able to do so). 3. I'm studying literature, which means that I spend, like, at the very least 10h a week studying other writers, which is a very efficient way to improve; a thing I can't exactly do with drawing, since I don't go to art school. So when I write, especially after studying literature so much, I know what I'm doing, whereas I'm kinda a fly when it comes to drawing (one day I'll learn composition I swear)

16. Want any tattoos? What of?

Tattoos!! I'm kinda conflicted on this one. On one hand I'm kind of a butterfly and generally grow bored of things and getting bored of something you can't remove is... well. And also, I'm not fan-fan of how they age. On the other hand, tattoos are hella cool, and it's a tat cliché but you have one life? Either way, I think if I get a tattoo it's going to be when I'm at least 25 because apparently it's when brain stabilizes (maybe it's false but either way, I'm so not the type of rush things 😭).

About the content, I'm not sure either. It'd be certainly a manga thing, either from FMA, D.Gray-Man, Naruto or MHA; or for no manga: Marvel. I think I won't put any colour because that's what age the less well and it won't be too big. More generally, anything cute like a little ghost. Also, I think at some point I'll cave and have a tattoo of Le Cid by Corneille, but I don't know which quote yet.

21. How was your day today?

Wrote the answers in two days so I'm going to answer about them both 😭

Yestersay/Saturday: so great tbh I had my usual 6h exam in the morning and today's subject was french and I??? Liked doing it??? Which is really surprising because I'm not a fan of french literature usually. I think it's because last time I had a banger note at my french exam so I came in very confident. Plus, french exam is generally about dissing someone famous for 6h and :> I think I'll be less happy when the note comes but tbh I did great. Then we celebrated my father's birthday!!

Sunday/Today: Tbh Sundays are always the worse for me, if you have to know one (1) thing about me is that I fucking hate sundays. Because they're usually the only day where I don't have to wake up at 7 am so I don't put alarm which makes me wake up too late to properly work; and then I generally take a big nap in the afternoon and all in all it's a day I generally pack up with plans but end up doing nothing because too tired 🥲

46. What do you need when you're sad?

To be left alone, at least irl. Like, if it's about something specific, I'd probably vent ivl to someone (generally you dozjd8dh) but since I'm generally sad about nothing specific, I prefer to be left all alone and cry, like cry my eyes while listening to emotional/sad music and writing. What appeases really is the writing part I believe (another reason why I prefer writing over drawing blbl)

Ask game

[rotten-milk-and-honey]

kinda bored, kinda tired, and kinda stressed :']

so hot ;-; I hate summer

depends on what it is about, I tend to be very impulsive when it comes to buying stuff though

also depends, I'm organized in my own way but it always looks like a mess to other people because it's not neat

no, I doubt myself a lot :']

very urgdyeyxy

ig how I care? it can definitely be too much though

my inability to just do stuff whether it be because of executive dysfunction or being autistic or my chronic pain or just plain being tired, it is so frustrating

yes :3 I have a dog named bernard and I love him very much <3

so many 😭 I've fucked up so many times hfhcyfhchfg

nope :3

not much, I think we just kinda go poof although the concept of reincarnation is really cool so idk considering the options is fun though

I don't have a particular water bottle 🧍

yes, it is actually pink rn LMAO

yes, I already have a helix and septum but I also want a tragus and to redo the helix on my other ear since it never healed properly and just closed up :c

yes

I think the concept is cool but no

no

no

kinda?

world history and math :3

physical education (derogatory)

I think 2 years <3

read manga, research and interact with what I'm interested in/hyperfixated on, collecting cute stuff, listen to music, and study cool stuff like anatomy

cry and isolate myself 😭

vent channels on my favorite discord server or friends that are willing to listen to me vent

sweet probably :3

atm probably mug root beer or lemonade

mexican or japanese <3

dress up by chloe moriondo and that charlie xcx song from the barbie movie

pajamas (as always) but yeah it's a t-shirt and shorts

night probably, I usually am at my best around 10 pm to 3 am

my dog

excluding my dog, no

no

no

yes, grass 😭

yes, several people actually

probably periwinkle since it is cute hehe

kinda strained, I only really talk to my mom

elise ;-; (not a bad name I just find it too feminine for me)

"real" 💀

yes

ehhh not really, it usually just makes me very stressed and agitated

honestly idrk, it really depends on the situation and what the other options are

yes and no, I can easily follow my own routines and plans as long as I remember them but not others'

kinda the same as now where there is no career I truly want to do because I don't dream of labor 💀

currently suckerpunch by chloe moriondo but I'm generally not very into albums

having my dog

I hate a lot of foods but my most loathed has to be ambrosia salad or mushrooms

ig my legs? I think it would be harder to function without being able to grab/move stuff with my hands

my dog

I think it was something about having to do math to smoke 😭

not really

serendipitous or kaboom or epitome

ig loved?

no, never

kinda nerdy/geeky smart one who didn't have a lot of friends 😭 basically the epitome of undiagnosed autistic

my friend koi

a day where I have to do nothing at all and I don't feel guilty about it and just get to enjoy my interests

italy? idk I just really love the architecture and food there

have fun as much as possible

nope :3

no but I used to (unfortunately)

I can play a few easy songs on a keyboard but that is pretty much it

realizing I forgot my birthday when I was 5

freezing time

ignorant and uncaring people

coughing, I just can't stand the sound of it

13 since it is my birthday <3

no

yes! squishmallows and other plushes, stim toys, books, playing cards, earrings, etc.

idk why since I really love learning about bugs but the sensation of them crawling on me is terrifying to me and I have intense fears about them crawling in my ears and stuff 😭

no :3

cats although I really love both, as much as I love my dog I cannot stand barking plus he is heavy

I like dull pastel colors because they are cute and the easiest on my eyes :3

I usually just talk to people on discord or do stuff with my mom

I have several so my top favorites are sharks, jellyfish, snakes, lizards, and cats

alice in wonderland, big hero 6, or coco

freeze because I hate the heat

ruminating 😭

uhhh I probably shouldn't get into it :3 I have bpd if that helps htcgtgxy

a language fluently because I've only ever learned bits and pieces

mantises or moths or beetles

idk if it is the best option I am ok with it but it should never be the first choice

I chose it myself so I like it :3 I loathe my deadname though

there are a lot of cool names so idrk but rain and fae are such cute names to me

neither, I'm scared of both

I love them (unless I'm having a bad motion sickness day)

hmmmm a banshee maybe?

no

I start college in a little over a week 😭

mostly just lonely and stressful

depends on whether I'm sleeping too much or too little because I usually switch between those

buzz cut

18? idrk that is just how old I am rn

punk or rap (at least lately)

the south

only online

whatever you make it

random asks ♡

how are you feeling right now?

what’s the weather like?

are you impulsive?

are you organised?

are you self confident?

are you sensitive?

what’s something you love about yourself?

what’s something you hate about yourself?

do you have any pets?

do you have any regrets?

do you have any siblings?

what do you think comes after life?

what colour is your water bottle?

have you ever dyed your hair/would you ever want to?

do you have any piercings/would you want to?

do you believe in aliens?

do you believe in ghosts?

do you believe in karma?

do you believe in astrology?

do you believe in luck?

what is/was your favourite subject in school?

what is/was your least favourite subject in school?

how long have you been friends with your longest friend for?

what do you do in your free time?

what do you do under stress?

who/what do you turn to to vent?

spicy, sweet or savoury?

what’s your favourite drink?

what’s your favourite cuisine?

what song is currently stuck in your head?

what are you wearing right now?

what’s your favourite time of day?

who do you trust the most?

do you trust anyone completely?

would you ever want to get married?

would you ever want children?

do you have any allergies?

do you hate anyone?

what’s your favourite colour and why?

what is your relationship with your family like?

what is your middle name?

what word do you think you say the most often?

do you miss anyone right now?

do you like making art?

do you believe in the death penalty?

do you follow routines/plans easily?

growing up, what did you want to do in life?

what is your favourite album?

what’s something you’re grateful for?

what’s a food you hate?

would you rather lose your legs or arms?

what is the most important thing to you right now?

what’s the last dream you remember having?

do you believe in soulmates/true love?

what is your favourite word?

would you rather be loved, trusted or respected?

would you want to be famous if you had the chance?

what are/were you like in school?

who’s the last person you talked to?

what would your perfect day be like?

where is a place that you’d love to visit?

what is your main goal in life?

do you exercise often?

do you play any sports?

do you play any instruments?

what is your earliest memory?

if you could have a superpower, what’d you choose?

what kind of person annoys you the most?

what is your biggest pet peeve?

what’s your favourite number?

have you ever been in love?

do you collect anything?

what is your deepest fear?

have you ever met anyone famous?

cats or dogs?

warm, cool or neon colours?

how do you deal with loneliness?

what’s your favourite animal?

what’s your favourite disney movie?

would you rather freeze or burn to death?

what are some of your bad habits?

what do you do when you’re angry?

what is something that you’d want to learn?

what’s your favourite insect?

what are your thoughts on euthanasia?

what are your thoughts on your name?

what’s your favourite name?

would you rather go back or forward in time?

what are your thoughts on roller coasters?

what’s your favourite mythical creature?

do you believe in love at first sight?

what is something you’re currently worried about?

what was your childhood like?

how long do you usually sleep for?

what hairstyle do you have right now?

if you could be one age for the rest of your life, what’d you choose?

what genre of music do you listen to the most?

where do you come from?

do you curse/swear often?

what is the meaning of life?

[7r0773r]

The Road to the City by Natalia Ginzburg, translated by Gini Alhadeff

The little children played and hit one another and my mother would come to slap them, then she would take it out on me for sitting on the sofa instead of helping her with the dishes. My father would then tell her that she should be bringing me up better. My mother would start sobbing, saying that she was everyone's dog, and my father would take his hat off the coat rack and go out. My father worked as an electrician and a photographer, and he wanted Giovanni to train to be an electrician. But Giovanni never went when he was called. There was never enough money and my father was always tired and furious. He'd come home briefly and then leave right away because the house was a madhouse, he said. But he'd say that it wasn't our fault if we were so badly brought up. That it was his fault and my mother's. By the look of him my father still seemed quite young and my mother was jealous. He washed thoroughly before dressing, and put brilliantine in his hair. I was not ashamed of him when I ran into him in town. Nini also liked to wash, and he stole my father's brilliantine. But it was no use as the lock of hair would bounce back over his eyes all the same.

Once Giovanni told me: "Nini drinks grappa."

I stared at him, surprised.

"Grappa? Always?"

"Whenever he can," he said, "any chance he gets. He even took a bottle of it home. And keeps it hidden. But I found it and he let me taste it. It's good," he said.

"Nini drinks grappa," I repeated to myself in amazement. I went to Azalea's. I found her at home alone. She was sitting at the table in the kitchen. And eating tomato salad with a vinegar dressing.

"Nini drinks grappa," I told her.

She shrugged.

"You have to find something to do, to fight the boredom."

"Yes, one gets bored. Why are we so bored?" I asked.

"Because life is stupid," she said, pushing her plate away. "What can you do? You get tired of everything right away."

"Why are we always so bored?" I asked Nini that evening, as we walked home.

"Who's bored? I'm not bored at all," he said and started laughing, taking me by the arm. "So you're bored? But why? Everything is so wonderful."

"What's so wonderful?" I asked.

"Everything," he said, "everything. I like everything I see. A little while ago I liked walking in the city, now I am walking in the countryside and I like that, too. " Giovanni was walking just ahead of us. He stopped and said:

"He goes to work in a factory now."

"I am learning to be a lathe turner," Nini said, "so I'll have some money. I can't be without money. I can't stand it. All I need to cheer me up is a few lira in my pocket. But when you want money you have to either steal it or earn it. They never properly explained that to us at home. They always complain about us, but just to pass the time. No one ever said, 'Get out, and shut up!' That's what they should have done.

"If they'd told me 'Get out, and shut up,' I would have kicked them out the door," Giovanni said.

On the way, we met the doctor's son, who had gone hunting with his dog. He had shot down seven or eight quails, and gave me two. He was a stocky young man, with a big black mustache, who was at the university studying medicine. He and Nini started arguing, and later Giovanni told me:

"The doctor's son is no match for Nini. Nini isn't like the others, and it doesn't matter that he hasn't studied."

But I was happy because Giulio had given me two quails, and he'd looked at me and said that one day we should go to the city together.

Summer had come now, and I started thinking of my clothes and that I should get new ones made. I told my mother I needed some light blue fabric, and my mother asked if I thought she had millions in her purse, but I said I also needed a pair of shoes with cork soles and couldn't do without them, then added, "And damn the mother who gave birth to you."

I got slapped and cried all day long locked up in my room. I asked Azalea for the money, and she sent me to Via Genova 20 to ask if Alberto was at home. Having found out that he wasn't, I went back with the answer and got the money. I stayed in my room a few days sewing, and almost forgot what the city was like. Once the dress was finished I put it on and went for a walk, and the doctor's son came up to me right away, bought some pastries and we went to eat them under the pine trees. He asked me what I'd been doing locked up at home all that time. But I told him I didn't like people meddling in my business. He begged me not to be so mean. Then he tried to kiss me but I got away.

I lay out all morning on the balcony at home, to tan my legs in the sun. I had the shoes with cork soles and I had the dress, and I also had a woven straw handbag Azalea had given me in return for taking a letter to Via Genova 20. And my face, legs, and arms had taken on a nice brown color. Someone came to tell my mother that Giulio, the doctor's son, was in love with me and that his mother had berated him for hours about it. My mother suddenly became all cheerful and sweet, and every morning brought me a beaten egg yolk because she thought I was looking a bit out of sorts. The doctor's wife spent all day long at the window with the maid, and when she caught sight of me banged the window shut as though she'd seen a serpent. Giulio gave me a half smile and went on walking next to me and talking. I didn't pay any attention to what he was saying—I was thinking that this stocky young man with the black mustache, and high boots, who whistled to summon his dog, would soon be my boyfriend, and that many girls in town would weep with rage. (pp. 10-14)

[ranhaitanisgf]

❝ mornings with ace trappola ‼ ❞

↪ otherwise read as: the various ways ace will make excuses to get close to you

[𖤐] hey twst nation .... how r we 2day !! my first work ever for twst! ive just been having too much ace brainrot okay, i needed to write this. i promise i'll get back on the tokyo revengers + nanbaka grind and finish all the reqs but JUST LET ME HAVE THIS OKAY. anyways. fellow ace luvers PLS ENJOY !! xoxoxo

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♡ i think out of all the twisted wonderland boys, ace is the one who is the most chaotic to wake up with in the morning. he's not very much of a morning person, but the consistent wake up call at heartslabyul has transformed him into a morning person, (quite against his will).

♡ before his antics though, obviously, the first thing he will do is admire your sleeping figure beside him, treasuring all the details of your face while you rest. he swears, it's not in a creepy way! he just gets a fuzzy feeling in his chest when he looks at you, and this is the only time he can unabashedly stare at you without judgement from anyone, (deuce already gets on his case for being so flirty with you, so he doesn't need anymore of that).

♡ however, once he's finished admiring you, he will immediately try to wake you up. he'll start off small, whispering your name in your ear, then slowly increasing his voice in volume. if that doesn't wake you up, he'll proceed to stick fingers into your ear, nostrils, and even your mouth. if that doesn't wake you up, then his last resort will be roll over onto you, his full weight never failing to wake you up lest you get crushed by him.

"a-ace, can't breathe..." "finally, you took so long!"

♡ (although he will never admit it, the reason he goes to such lengths to wake you up is because he misses hearing your voice and seeing your eyes; he also loves seeing the various expressions you make in response to whatever is going on around you at the moment. put shortly, he's impatient. he doesn't want to wait for you to wake up on your own).

♡ he will often sneak out of his dorm and make his way over to ramshackle, calling you in the middle of the night to come and open the door, greeting you with a mischievous grin, (despite your grumbling and sighing about him invading your dorm, you know that you'll let him in every single time).

♡ there are exceptions to ace's antics, however; even he knows that it would be cruel to wake you up early after you've had a rough day, and especially when you've been studying late or when you've had exams. he likes to tease you, but he's not heartless after all! on these mornings, he will brush his lips against your forehead, admiring you for a moment before heading downstairs, doing his damndest to keep quiet, (it is very hard with how creaky ramshackle is). he'll do his best to make breakfast; it won't be anything fancy, but the cute grin on his face as he hands you a plate will be more than enough.

♡ spending the morning with ace will never not feel domestic; the two of you will banter playfully as you eat, ace cutting off your words with kisses, (multiple times, and no, he will never ever get tired of it). grim will eventually wake up as well, joining the two of you in breakfast and making a disgusted face every time the two of you do anything remotely romantic.

"eugh, don't go kissin' my henchman so casually! hands offa them!" "oi, (y/n)'s mine, cat! go get your own!"

♡ when you're getting ready for the day, ace will scoff at the way you tie your tie, getting closer as he teases you for not being able to tie it right, (even if you tied it perfectly fine). he'll undo the knot, flipping your collar up and adjusting everything properly before he redoes the knot, claiming that it's a million times better than how you did it, (it's an excuse. an excuse for him to get closer to you without you making fun of him).

"there! now you look like an actual student!" "ace, it was fine before-" "nope! i perfected it! riddle making us practice those knots was actually worth doing!

♡ sometimes, he'll pull you in by your tie when he's done with it, his lips crashing into yours for a few moments, then abruptly pulling away with a proud smirk on his face. he'll walk away after that and pretend like nothing happened, telling you to hurry up or you two are going to be late for class.

♡ if the two of you have enough time, he might just let you attempt to do his heart makeup. however, he will absolutely insist that you have to sit on his lap, saying something about how you have to have a good angle to apply it, (it's complete bullshit; he just wants to to be close to him without actually saying it. you'll always let it slide, after a little bit of teasing).

♡ if you ask him, he'll also do his own makeup on you so that the two of you can match! (it makes him a bit more flustered than he will ever care to admit, especially when he sees the giddy grin on your face, simply because the two of you are matching). deuce will give the two of you so much shit for it later, but ace will just make fun of him for being single.

♡ of course, every time he spends the night at ramshackle, he is bound to get an earful from riddle. he tries not to make a habit of it, only coming around once a month in the beginning of your relationship. after a couple of months though, his visits will increase until he's coming by once a week, if not more (he's turned it into a habit despite telling himself he wouldn't). sure, he sees you during classes and after school, but there's something about being with you while you're sleeping that makes him sleep so much easier, (he knows that you're right there in his arms, safe and sound). if he's ever asked though, he will immediately say that he only does it because of deuce's snoring waking him up.

♡ he's just a big softie who loves you so much, (also a big tsundere though...)

[sparkvn]

[20:10]

Soft Boi! Lee Hyunjae x Drunk gf! Fem Reader

↳ Genre: fluff, slight angst? some hints of suggestiveness, drunk silly in a needy mood gf, sad bf

↳ wc: 1.9k+ (i can not write anything short to save my life)

masterlist!

My eyes take in what's in front of me as the alcohol continues to swirl in my blood, making my body feel warm and tingly.

I feel an arm around my waist and my other arm hanging over that someone as my feet involuntary walk.

My eyes are too tired, dazed, I can't function properly.

A familiar beep rings in my ear, I know that beep. I try to pry my eyes open and I'm welcome by a light that I know all too well. My eyes struggle to stay open as the body next to me continues to haul me inside, earning a mumble out my lips. These hands are securing me so tight.

"jesus y/n how much did you drink?"

That voice. I'm seated and I take in my surrounding and register the walls and the stone slab on the island in the center of a kitchen. It's my apartment.

The sheer exhaustion is taking over my body.

Ugh why did I drink so much~

"Drink this"

No please no more alcohol. I crank my upper body up off the island countertop to see a glass of what I hope is water and I let my eyes travel further up following the path of that arm to a shoulder then to a face my eyes can't quite distinguish enough without squinting.

My expression without a doubt is assembled by pouting lips and knitted eyebrows, suspicion evident.

But I take the glass and drink. Coldness runs down the corridor of my throat, instantly cooling my body, it feels nice. But it ends shortly, because I feel the buzzing of my blood come back.

I drink that oasis as much as I could as I assess the man in front of me.

My eyes fixate on his features, squinting and taking in everything he has to offer, and in return is knitted eyebrows and a look of frustration.

He has a really nice nose, and a sharp jaw.

All of a sudden, a content smile falls on my lips when I notice he looks an awful like someone I know, but before I open my mouth to voice that thought, he cuts it off, "come on let's get you to bed"

A pout surfaces on my lips when I hear that, but then he hooks an arm under my legs and one around my back, and that pout gets replaced with an adoring smile.

Am I in a dream? And this dreamy man is taking me to bed? I let my head fall against his chest and as I hear his heart beat knocking on my ears, I close my eyes, ready to let my dream take its course.

My course gets cut short when I feel a cold surface against my behind. I jolt my eyes open and I see him grabbing a toothbrush, squeezing a decent size of toothpaste on the bristles.

"ah" He's telling me to open my mouth and me feeling flushed easily obeying orders, I can't help but to do so.

His hand works thoroughly to properly clean my teeth, and I can't help but feel my heart racing and I can see in the way his brows knit, a look of concentration takes over.

“rinse and spit” I follow his instructions, while his eyes never leave from me.

When I lean back I see his fingers pulling out a makeup wipe.

"close your eyes"

Why do I trust him so much? For someone who has such a look of disappointment drawn on his face, why?

As I let that question invade my mind, he progresses onto the rest of my face as I continued to gaze at him, studying.

The alcohol coursing through my veins makes me feel bold and flustered.

"your nose looks just like my boyfriend's"

An indication of frustration flashes in his eyes, "I am your boyfriend"

I blinked profusely, I knew this man was at the tip of my tongue, but I couldn't pin it. My spine straightened, "Jae?" with my eyes round with shock.

"Yes" he exhales a heavy sigh and an eye roll, almost with relief telling me 'finally'

My heart lurches and I pull him into me wrapping my arms around his neck, "jae oh my god, why didn't you say anything?" I sounded almost whiney, and I knew my sober self would hate how this version of her was.

Hyunjae finally wraps his arms around me, holding me tightly in his embrace, then he digs his face into the crook of my neck sending my drunk blood into overdrive feeling his hot breath, "I assumed my own girlfriend would know who I am"

He then picks me up and walks us over to the bed, "lets get you out of these clothes"

I was feeling needy of sorts, and my lower belly fluttered with butterflies as he undressed me, but that dissipated when he gave me a sleeping shirt and put me in shorts.

Would it be too much to say that I felt a little disappointed? I was then welcomed by a very warm comforter and him pulling me into his embrace. I glanced up to see that possibly, just maybe I ignored and brushed him off during that whole party, I wanted to talk it out, but I was too helpless and drunk to help him, so I did anything, just anything that would bring him comfort.

Every being of me hated seeing him like this.

I ran my thumb against his cheek, under his eyes, "i'm so sorry Jae", my features turn sad while I continue to run my thumb across his brows, hoping I could take that tension that's invading my precious boyfriend's face. Hyunjae instantly loosens up and pulls me in just a tad tighter.

The weight of my eyes are getting too heavy for my comfort, and I close them to appease the sting. My fingers run to the back of his nape, letting them massage through his locks.

"you have really soft hair" and I received a hum in return. "and you have pretty eyes" another hum. "you also have a perfect nose that i'm rather jealous of" I can hear a faint snort. I continue my compliment, "you have an outstanding jawline......a perfect body."

With that last note about his body, I let my mind wander. My fingers drifted to his chest down to his abs, those slabs of abs that I loved so much and I heard a slight groan escape from his throat, that noise alone made me feel so much needier.

My fingers took a hold of his hand that was wrapped around my waist and I pulled them off me and up in between us, "and I love these fingers", my voice sounding sultry and evident of need, I brought his fingers to my lips so I can kiss it lightly.

My eyes fluttered open to see he had a dark intense stare in his eyes. If I wasn't drunk, I could probably pinpoint every thought behind those pools of brown, but I couldn't, not while alcohol was running in my blood.

But something that was very prominent was the deepening of his knitted brows and a swallow of his throat, he was taking in every will power to hold back, to refrain.

And he did, he pulled his hand back to wrap around my waist and snuggled his face deeper into my neck, "y/n please" his voice was desperately pleading, "I can't do that with you, not while you're drunk, so please....help me and go to sleep" his arm wrapped tighter around me like he was afraid I was going to run realizing that maybe I had felt rejected by him.

And I promise you, it wasn't that. My insides melted, my heart puddled, if it was under any circumstance where I was even just a little buzzed, Hyunjae would never ever take advantage of me, not even touch me in any inappropriate way.

I take a deep breath, and I feel his fingers tighten his grasp, patiently waiting what I was going to do next. I adjusted us, so that I was the one burying into his chest, "...and I love your heart" I slid my hands to the beating area of his chest, "so much.. for never ever doing anything that could possibly hurt mine"

Hyunjae's fingers graze the skin of my shoulder as sleep is ready to take over me, but before I do, I let out one last wholehearted fact, "and I'm very much so, in love with you Lee Jaehyun" I can feel his whole body tense, and for a few seconds I don't hear him say or do anything, and I couldn't help but be washed over by immense hurt, but the night is calling me to sleep and I can't stay awake enough to see how this would play through.

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My eyelids get glistened by the thin lights shining through the blinds and the throbbing of my head is killing me. I stir in my half awaken state feeling the hard yet soft surface under me.

"are you okay?" Hyunjae. Then a wrench of my heart takes over my body and that feeling alone triggered my mind taking course remembering everything that went down yesterday. Remembering at least the most important detail.

That he didn't say it back.

I lift my body off his chest, and Hyunjae quickly mirrors my action, letting him sit up himself, and when I feel the circles of his thumb grazing the back of my hand, I hadn't noticed he was even holding it. Like it was comforting me, like he knew that that was what I needed.

Hyunjae leans over to grab a glass of water on the bedside table as I rub my eyes on the back of my unoccupied hand and I can only respond with a weak 'yes' to his query.

I want so bad to take that hand back to my own body and out of his touch, but he's holding onto it for dear life, like it's the only thing he can do for me right now.

"are you sure?" He asks while placing a glass of water in front of me gesturing me to drink it. And I can't tell if he's asking me if I'm still drunk or if it's because he never reciprocated back my declaration of love.

"yes" it's still weaker than I wish and when I look up to see him, I see his jaw tighten as his eyes flicker between mine and I hope that what he's seeing is not the pain behind them.

He swallows a lump down his throat and asks me, "you're not drunk anymore right?"

Why he would ask that? My mind is running a couple of possibilities, yet I reply with a shake of my head and a 'no'.

"good......because I'm very much in love with you too y/n"

My mouth gapes open at him and my eyes widen slightly for a second, before the realization that he was just waiting till I was sober hits me, and my body relaxes and falls into him.

I'm such a fool to ever doubt that he didn't love me back.

"I was so terrified you didn't love me back...y-you didn't say anything" and I feel him tensing under me.

Hyunjae tightens his arms around my shoulders, planting a kiss to my head, "not nearly possible, I waited till all of you were somewhat here with me"

My heart constricts all the more.

"I don't think I'm capable of not loving you y/n"

[giorno-plays-piano]

Vicious

Part VI

Pairing: Steve x reader, Bucky x reader, Thor x reader, Loki x reader, Peter x reader

Warnings: yandere, obsession, stalking, possessiveness, theft, mention of blackmail, all characters are adults.

Words: 1567.

Summary: Transferring to Stark Academy that has only allowed to take in female students last semester, you realize you are just one of three young women among hundreds of students. Your things are constantly being stolen, and soon you begin fearing for your safety.

Part I

Part II

Part III

Part IV

Part V

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You spent the rest of your evening like a somnambulist, barely able to concentrate on your projects before you went to bed, barely finishing half of the things you planned for today. Even the change of locks didn't make you as happy as you thought it would. It felt like something between a dream and a nightmare.

Lying in the dark, you stared at the ceiling, thinking of what happened just a couple of hours ago. Why did he do it? Was it just out of habit and didn’t mean anything? Naturally, with his appearance and easy-going attitude, he probably dated many girls and didn’t think much before kissing someone he liked.

Remembering the way he talked to you in the morning, you thought he must have pretended to be shy around you. Thor certainly wasn’t sheepish.

Was it all a sham? Was Loki right about all of them, playing their roles to get close to you? You couldn’t forget the way Thor looked the moment he told you about being smart. It was like something switched inside him, and for a second you saw the real Thor who was far from being your simple, good-natured athlete.

Why did you keep thinking about that stupid kiss even after seeing the man could be dangerous?

Aroused and angry, you tossed and turned until you fell asleep.

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Waking up was especially tough, despite the fact you didn't really do much yesterday, meaning you were going to spend your weekend studying. Shoot, and that's when you planned to visit that new chocolate boutique in the city. Maybe you could still make it if you spent more time studying today?

But then again, going to the city alone might be a bad idea. Even if the guys who stole your things were beaten, it didn't mean it had always been the same people following you. The school was full of weirdos, in the end. What if somebody went after you? Steve would definitely say you had to bring one of your guards with you.

Damn. It was better staying in the dorm then.

"Good morning! Are you ready?" Peter's voice broke through the silence, and you flinched, hurriedly applying some lipstick because you didn't have enough time to put your makeup properly.

Well, at least you were fully dressed.

"Just give me a second!" Picking up your bag, you put your shoes on and opened the door, looking at a young guy who's face was lit up like a Christmas tree. "Hi!"

He definitely liked what he saw, and you felt your cheeks growing hot from embarrassment. From the very start of the semester Peter acted very sweet around you, and you thought you could be friends with him. He wouldn't do something as ugly as blackmailing, would he? Thor said it too. Clearly, Steve was exaggerating.

"Did you sleep well? I've heard you changed your lock, so now it'll be better."

"Ugh, I hope so. But I still sleep with my dresser blocking the door." Sighing, started walking, afraid to look in the faces of other students, hurrying off to school.

They must have been disgusted, watching you being friendly with one guy after being all lovey-dovey with the other just yesterday. Although you didn't see anyone in particular, you were sure somebody saw Thor kissing you. And now you were walking the corridors with Peter.

"By the way, what's your Insta?"

What? Your Instagram? Whatever for? Although you had no idea why he needed it, you let him add you, by the time leaving the dorm and walking towards the main building.

Suddenly, Peter got pretty close, his arm on your waist as he lifted up his phone and hummed, "Look here and smile!"

Before you realized what he was doing, the boy kissed your temple, and you heard the sound of a photo being taken by his front-facing camera. What the Hell?!

"Peter!" Pissed at him, you quickly break free and stepped back, but he was already looking at his phone, editing the photo and posting it almost immediately.

You heard your phone buzz when he marked you on the photo.

"That's a good one. You look very cute here."

"What are you doing?!"

"Making a proof we're dating, of course?"

You were taken aback by the sincerity in his voice, and Peter smiled from ear to ear like an excited teenager, showing you the picture: it wasn't that bad, and you looked as if you were slightly embarrassed by Peter's closeness. Oh, of course. He had to convince his friends he was dating you, but he didn't kiss you on the lips that could make other people too suspicious. Instead, friends of Barnes or, say, Thor, would still think it was all for show, and it was their friend who dated you for real.

Shit, Steve's plan was incredibly complicated, and you didn't like it at all.

"Oh, alright." You mumbled, lowering your eyes to the ground, and Peter laughed.

"We'll make a TikTok dance later. If you wanna make people talk, just use your social media." He winked at you and put the phone in the pocket of his pants, resuming walking, and you moved along, your face still hot.

God, what did these guys got you into? You felt like you were lost in the middle of a play, not even having a script to read what was your role in all this.

Before you parted your ways, going to a different classrooms, Peter talked about videogames, the upcoming Resident Evil - apparently, his favorite franchise - and some Dota tournament, but you didn't know much about it, and Peter offered to show you his favorite games "because you can't spend all your time studying!"

He was as careless and sweet as always, but you couldn't get Steve's words out of your mind. Damn, if only you could know for sure that Peter didn't blackmail anyone. Who could you talk to about it? Obviously, not Peter himself, but every time he spoke you had that nagging feeling you needed to talk to him. You barely kept your mouth shut before he went to a different room.

Ugh, why didn't you transfer anywhere else when you still had a chance? Obviously, now you could only drop out of school, and it definitely wasn't something you were going to do.

Luckily, the next couple of hours you were busy with your classes, trying your best to prepare for the upcoming exams. The academy held high standards, and even though you were a good student, it still took lots of efforts to keep up the good work. How Thor even managed to get enrolled, judging by the fact he hated studying and often skipped classes?

Ah yes, he mentioned something about getting a scholarship from the academy for his success in the sport.

By the lunch time you were drained, listening to Peter chatting with an absent-mindedly epxression on your face. Funny enough, Peter's grades were better than yours, even though he spent much less time studying. What, was he some genius like Loki? You felt a little envy.

"I gotta go take my tracksuit, I have PE next," the boy said, and you nodded, throwing away the leftovers of your lunch.

As you stood close while he grabbed his sportclothes, you heard two guys talking behind the lockers to your right.

"Have you seen her today? She's with Parker!"

You tensed immediately. Of course, they were talking about you.

"Yeah, so what?"

"She was with Thor yesterday!"

Watching you froze on the spot, Peter stilled too, listening carefully. Oh shit, you hoped no one cared about who you went with - why should they, in the end - but, apparently, you were drawing too much attention simply because you were a girl among hundreds of male students.

"So what?" The other guy asked impatiently, growing tired of this conversation.

"Are you stupid? She's going out with them! I bet she's looking for a guy." The first student said with excitement, and you cringed. No, you weren't going out with anyone, you wanted to stop the weirdos from following you and steeling your things. Was it too much to ask?

"Yeah, who cares?"

"We have three fucking girls in the whole school, and you don't care if one of them could be going out with you? Besides, this one's pretty. I'd fuck her!"

You felt like you were going to puke any moment. Why on Earth did you decide to transfer to an all-boys school? It was like the whole school were a men’s room filled with stupid-ass guys, and you were locked inside, forced to listen them talk junk.

"You'd fuck a sheep, weirdo. Go get yourself a girlfriend if you can’t stop thinking with your dick.”

Laughing, the guy left, and his friend followed him, shouting something stupid while you breathed out a sigh of relief. Of course, you knew there would be some talk, but you didn’t expect it to be so... gross. Were you really gonna spend the two remaining years here?

Watching you getting frustrated, Peter gently touched you by the arm and said softly, “Don’t worry. They won’t talk rubbish about you.”

“What do you mean?” Suddenly thinking of Steve’s words, you blurted out exactly what you were thinking of the whole day, “Are you going to blackmail them with something?”

“I... what?”

Part VII

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[tsunderedoctor]

Hello Purple.

I have been you're reading your writtings for while and I always enjoyed to read them since they always helped me with bah mood.

That's why...I really hope it's okay for me to ask for emergency request cause' I never actually asked for anything like that. If you don't feel comfortable with this - please ignore this message.

Well, I...I have been really...really stressed and..exhausted because of my assignments recently. No matter how much I tried to accomplish any of them in a good grade - they just coming back again. I felt...I felt like if I fail any of them - my life will became hell or something worse. That haunting me down quite often , that often I just realized did I don't actually sleep and eat properly.

While I can't talk to people who supposed to be my support because I always feel like a burden to them - they have their own problems that they need to delt with.

I...I just wanted some..some warm cuddle sections with Luffy, Zoro and Franky. You can choose one of them.

However, if you really tired or exhausted - please do mind me and remember that you're important.

Have a good day/night/evening!

Of course it's okay to ask for an emergency ask, even if you ask for 50 of them, it's still okay!! I'm very sorry to hear you are struggling with your grades, I know right now it feels like the end of the world, but please don't let them affect you, it won't determine your life at all. One thing I learned from a professor when I first started college was this: Don't worry about the grade, no one cares what grade you get, just graduate and you are set for life. Please try to take care of yourself, and know your CCs want you to be the best you and they love you! I hope things start looking up soon for you, love!! This blog is always open for you!❤️ Reader is gender neutral! 

Monkey D. Luffy

Luffy definitely understands getting failing grades, unlike you however, he doesn’t seem to care on the matter. I believe our sunshine boy is dyslexic so he struggles trying to read and truly thinks it’s normal so he never says anything. Due to this he will try to help you study, but struggles on his own, letting you know something isn’t adding up.

Though he’s stubborn, so he won’t give up that easily and is determined to help you! You help him on more difficult words too, so it boosts your confidence seeing him learn from your help! 

After the study session on both ends, you find yourself somehow in the thin man’s arms while his head is on your shoulder, snoring innocently. Ruffling his hair, you leaned against him, trying to find a more comfortable position to cuddle.

Hearing him mutter about meat made you laugh a bit as you placed the book down, taking the time to enjoy the little moment. At this time nothing seemed to matter, not school, not your grades, nothing, just the serene moment between you and the man you loved. Smiling to yourself, you closed your eyes whispering the words to the sleeping man as you dosed off with him.

“Thanks again Luffy.”

Roronoa Zoro

Zoro is another one who doesn’t care about grades, the type to go with the flow and not pursue anything he doesn’t believe in. He truly is a cat in your mind, whether he agrees with it or not. Staring at the book in front of you two, it had been another late night and you were close to giving up. Seeing the look of defeat in your eyes, he closed the book on his own.

“Break time.” 

It wasn’t a suggestion, you both knew that. Sighing, you nodded and crawled over to the green hair man. collapsing in his lap, hearing him mutter something as his hand found its way to your hair, softly rubbing his fingers on your scalp, a nice massage from the growing headache you experienced from reading for two hours.

Wrapping your arms around his waist, you looked up at the man with a look of sad curiosity. “Do you think it’s cause I’m dumb?”

Confused by your words, you gave you a surprised look before it quickly turned incredulous, his hand leaving your head to pinch your cheek harshly as you cried out in pain and annoyance. “You aren’t dumb, you just don’t get it, and honestly, I don’t think anyone does.”

Smiling a bit at his words, knowing he was trying his best to comfort you, you laid your head back down in his lap, grabbing his hand once more to massage your head, silently telling the man thank you for helping you.

Franky the Cyborg

This man is perfect for some needed comfort! He’s a word of affirmation lover and despite his humorous personality, he is quite observant and catches on when you are down. However, he is also a solution seeker, he likes to build and create ways to solve problems, and that includes yours too! So he will help build a regime to use when studying!

“I don’t think this is working, I’ve only remember a few more formulas.”

Hearing you sigh in defeat, the large man turned to face you, reading over what you had written down so far. Shaking his head, he gave you a thumbs up at your work. “No it’s working! You’ve already improved so much, it’s a suuuper good job!”

Taking your hand, he dragged you away from your work desk and sat down with you on the couch, watching some mechanic show that Franky found to be interesting. Taking a drink of his soda, he wrapped his arms around you as he continued to watch the show. 

“Will it really work?” Turning back down to look at you, your own eyes now facing the TV, too ashamed to face his gaze. Knowing you could see him in the corner of your eye, he gave you a wide grin before answering.

“Of course it will and if it doesn’t, we will find something else to try!”

[1800-omi]

scared.

characters: sakusa x reader

warnings/genre: liberal use of italics, female reader, swearing, angst, fluff

notes: i tried to proof read as much as possible i swear

Saying Sakusa Kiyoomi was good-looking was an understatement. Everything — from his soft skin to the way his perfect black curls fell on his forehead to his deep brown eyes — looked amazing on him. From that description alone one might say Kiyoomi is feminine, but his well built body and strong jaw say otherwise. He was pretty. Perfect balance between masculine and feminine. With that said, you couldn’t understand how Sakusa Kiyoomi had eyes for you when everyone else had eyes for him.

In fact, Kiyoomi not only had the looks, but he had the smarts too. He had perfect grades, had won so many awards, so many certificates. He had been at the top of his class ever since primary school. You weren’t sure whether there was something he has not achieved. He is the golden boy every family wanted, so when your family found out you were dating him you could say they were more than pleased.

Having known him for more than 3 years and having dated him for 2 years, you knew that being Sakusa Kiyoomi’s partner wasn’t easy. To others, you weren’t Y/N, you were Sakusa’s girlfriend. The perfect girlfriend for the perfect boy, always by his side, always supporting him. This was not necessarily a bad thing, but at times you thought whether you’d ever be more than just someone’s girlfriend. Not to mention, were you just an accessory to him too? When with him, you had this terrible desire to be loved, and still there was a horrible fear of being left behind.

Once again, you decide to put all these thoughts and insecurities aside. Letting out a soft sigh, you open the door of the café you were supposed to be meeting your boyfriend. The edge of the door shakes a little bell, causing it to ring, alerting the people in the café that someone has entered. You look around the place, eyes searching for your boyfriend.

The café was decorated beautifully, with big lilac plants planted in vases placed at the corners of the room. Each table had a little vase with a small flower on it, you never were sure whether all of them were real or not. The metal chairs were each coloured differently and looked quite vintage, each of them had a cushion placed on top of it, to make it more comfortable. The pastry and desserts the café offered also smelled wonderful. This place calmed your nerves the moment you stepped in which is why it was your favourite place to spend time in.

Looking around the café, you see Kiyoomi sitting at your usual place, at the corner. You make your way to the table he’s sitting at and sit in front of him.

“Hello, love,” he says the moment you take a seat, “how was your day?”

You take your bag off and put it on the empty chair beside you. “My day was good. I'm quite tired, though.”

“Not getting proper sleep again?” he raised an eyebrow, “you do know that's not healthy, right?”

Another thing Sakusa Kiyoomi likes to do is make sure you’re living as much of a healthy and perfect life as he is. You knew he did this out of love but sometimes you couldn't help but feel as if you couldn't keep up with him and his perfect lifestyle.

“Yes, I know. Don’t worry, I did get sleep, I just didn't get my daily coffee today.” That was a lie. You were up all night studying for your exams. The exams you have not studied nearly enough for because of the responsibilities that came with being the cheerleader’s captain.

“That’s good then.” A waitress walked to the table you were sitting in, placing two coffees and two slices of cake on it, one for each of you. “I ordered for us, I hope you don't mind.” He says and he removes his mask getting ready to sip his coffee.

“Thank you, you always know what I like.” you smile at him before looking down at your slice of cake, grabbing a fork and begging to eat it.

You see Kiyoomi grab his phone and swipe a few times all before opening his mouth and saying. “The exam results are out.”

With that, you feel your stomach turn and you get hit by a sudden wave of anxiety. You are not sure whether or not you want to check your results right now. You know you did not do well, but you can't just stand there staring at your cake either. You slowly pick up your phone, hands slightly shaking. Kiyoomi doesn't notice this, actually, he does not know this side of you at all.

He sees you swipe a couple of times, all before freezing and gulping. You’re praying he doesn't ask about your grade, so you try to ask him questions instead. “So, what did you get?” you put your phone down and put both your hands on your lap, playing with your fingers under the table.

“Maximum points, as usual,” he answers, making your stomach feel even sicker.

“That’s amazing! Congratulation—”

“What about you?” he interrupts you, his dark brown eyes staring into yours.

“I did, um, I did alright!” you stutter, forcing a smile at him. You were proud of your grade, but you knew he would not feel the same. It wasn't even his opinion on his grade that mattered to you, it was the fact he did better than you. You used all the free time you had for studying, you truly gave it your all, and yet here you are, second, again.

“Let me check.” before you could protest, he grabs your phone.

“No, Kiyoomi, ” by the time the words left your mouth he’s already swiped a couple times.

He opens his mouth and lets out a soft sigh, a soft sigh that almost went unnoticed by you. “You know, I’m gonna need to tutor you more often.”

Here he goes, once again, making your heart ache. Making you feel so small, so useless, so ashamed. He does not know that you were expecting way worse. He does not know that if you didn't have him, you would be way happier with your results. To him, your efforts are small, so, so small. This feeling has been going on for years now, you can’t remember whether there was ever a time where you didn't feel like the second-best beside him. He made you feel so pathetic, it made you angry and unbearably sad.

“Actually, no, I don't think I need your tutoring. I did quite well.”

“I know you did, but you could’ve done better.”

“Oh? Well, I didn’t and I’m proud of my results.” You raised your voice slightly. Your tone made it seem like you were trying to prove something wrong even though there was nothing to prove him wrong.

He could sense you were mad at him and he didn’t even know why, which made him angry too. “What’s with the attitude? It’s not my fault you didn’t study. You literally had weeks to do it.”

That did it. You were at the edge of breaking. “You know what? You’re right, it’s not your fault. I was the one wasting time coming to all your games and getting your cheerleading squad ready. I was the one wasting time supporting you and your dumb fucking team.” At the end of the sentence, your voice broke and your vision was getting blurry by your tears. By now, everyone else in the café was staring at the argument go down. “Next time, I won’t even fucking bother.” You grabbed your bag and rushed out the door, trying to sob as quietly as possible.

His eyes had widened at your response. He put his head on his hands and whispered, “Fuck, I messed up.”

It had been two weeks since you last talked to Kiyoomi and there was not a day that passed in which you had not thought of your fight with him. Whenever you thought about what went down you felt sick. Yet here you are, sitting on your desk, homework waiting to be finished in front of you while you think about it again. All Kiyoomi was trying to do was help you, how could you be so selfish? How could you let your jealousy take over? Your failures are not his fault. You should’ve just studied, but you’re so fucking useless you can't even do that properly. Regret and anxiety had consumed you. Seeing him in the hallways of the school didn't help. You weren't sure what was going on with your relationship anymore, is he breaking up with you? Once again you were dragged away from these thoughts by the sound of knocking on your bedroom door. You shake your head, trying to make yourself sound as normal as possible before talking, “Come in!” you say, looking back at the homework in front of you.

“Hey, ” You’re shocked to hear a voice that didn't belong to any of your family members. You turn around to see Kiyoomi. “Your mom told me to come up, sorry if I'm interrupting.”

“No, it's alright.” you stay quiet, not sure whether you're gonna continue this conversation normally or not. Should you apologise? Should he be the one to apologise?

“I’m sorry,” Kiyoomi speaks up and continues before you can reply. “Can I sit down?” You nod and get up from your desk as he sits down on your bed. You sit down next to him and speak.

“ 'm sorry as well.”

“No, you don't have anything to apologise for. I shouldn't have said what I said.”

“No, you don't understand, it's my fault. I, ” you start tearing up, “I was so selfish and I was jealous and, and–”

“Jealous? Of what?”

“Of everything! I mean, you’re so perfect and you achieve everything you want to and I’m just so terrified of being left behind. I'm so terrified of always being second.”

“Love,” he pulled you into his arms, making you start sobbing.

“And I’m sorry I’ve been so selfish. I’m sorry I couldn’t be a better girlfriend, I’m so sorry.” You manage to get out through the sobs. “It’s just that these thoughts have been hurting me so, so much. I don’t think I can take it.”

He kept hugging you as he answered. “Love, I couldn’t have asked for a better girlfriend. You’re always so supportive and I know you always try your best.” He placed a kiss on your forehead, “I’m sorry for making you feel this way. Please know that to me, you’ll always be the first. I love you.” You hadn't expected Kiyoomi to say anything, he had always been the type to just let his presence comfort you. The fact he’s trying to reach out to you with his words made you realise how much you meant to him.

“I love you too.” you wipe your tears. “Thank you, Omi.”

Instead of replying, he kisses you. You missed his soft lips on yours, you missed the feeling of having him so close to you. You missed feeling so loved, feeling so important to someone and at the same time having someone who’s just as important to you. You missed him.

reblogs are greatly appreciated <3

[milkybonya]

6 Drinks with Hyunsuk

-> this is completely inspired by @daybreakx 's "Five Drinks to Share with Yeonjun" , so please give that a read too! It's so amazing... arguably even better than this hehe

-> Warnings: food mentions+alcohol/drinking mentions and mentions of stress

-> Pairing: college!Hyunsuk x (gn) reader

1st drink ♡ iced coffee

"Okay, okay! Let's get this meeting started!" Hyunsuk announces, passing around iced coffees to all of the club members. You take one from the tray that's handed to you before passing it along. The bitter taste makes you wince slightly, but the cool texture leaves you feeling more awake.

"So, I'm sure you all know why you're here. I'm glad to see all the new members too! In case you've forgotten, this is our college's event club. We'll help with the organization and running of events on campus. Sound good? Now let's start planning for the first event!" Hyunsuk explains.

You admire how dressed up he is for such a simple event while you wear nothing but a hoodie and sweats, having woken up too tired that morning to properly get dressed. In fact, you aren't able to focus on the meeting as you grow excited over how his accessories and clothes match so perfectly -- not too over the top, but not too simple, either.

It's only after the meeting ends that you find the courage to speak to him, approaching him after the people who were asking him questions finally step away.

"[y/n], hello!" he greets you, gesturing for you to sit beside him. He lounges comfortable on the café couch.

"Hello! I uh... this is a little random, but I just wanted to say I really like your style," you say, shyly pointing to his outfit.

Hyunsuk smiles and opens his jacket, fanning himself like he's the coolest person on the planet.

"Thank you!" he says, blushing slightly. "I prefer your style, though. Very comfortable... these skinny jeans are killing me!"

2nd drink ♡ orange juice

"I don't think I'll be able to drink orange juice again for the rest of my life," Hyunsuk groans, sipping the last of the juice out of an orange juice box before tossing it to the side of the event club room.

"Seriously.... why did we buy so much orange juice, again?" you ask, also throwing an empty carton to the side.

"There was a sale... I can't believe they're all gonna expire tomorrow. No wonder it was so cheap!"

"We didn't even have time to use them at the event," you complain.

The two of you collapse side by side on the rug you've been sitting on, your faces right next to each other even though your legs are sprawled in opposite directions.

After a moment of silence, the two of you look at each other. Your heart races with how close your face is to Hyunsuk's, but you can't help but laugh at how sleepy and full he looks.

He laughs along with you, scrunching his eyes shut.

"My stomach hurts so much," he wheezes.

"Mine does too!"

"How about we take a nap?" he suggests after calming down, resting his head on your stomach. You wonder if your friend can feel the butterflies that he's stirred within you.

"Sounds good," you agree, laying your head on his stomach, too.

3rd drink ♡ strawberry milk

"How in the hell am I going to learn everything in this book for my exam?" you complain, picking up a heavy textbook and letting it thud back down. As you sit alone in your dorm room, trying to study, you feel incredibly overwhelmed. It's exam week again :(

Then, you hear a knock at the door.

"Delivery for [y/n]!"

You could recognize that voice anywhere.

After opening the door, a giddy Hyunsuk enters your room with some strawberry milk in his hands. He opens the carton for you and encourages you to take a sip.

"Refreshing?" he asks you, and you nod.

"I ran all the way here so it would stay cold!"

"Hyunsuk, it's winter, anyway."

Hyunsuk pauses, realizing his mistake. Then, he laughs it off.

"I know our event planning session went terribly last night and you have some exams left to work on still, but you're gonna get through this, okay? I'll be here with you," Hyunsuk tells you, stretching his arms out and offering you a hug.

His jacket feels cool on your cheek, but the hug still feels warm. Your boyfriend only pulls away to cup your face in his hands and ask if he's allowed to kiss you. When he does, he does so ever so softly and for a long time.

"Tastes like strawberries," he smiles, touching your bottom lip with his thumb.

4th drink ♡ water

"I'm so thirsty!" Hyunsuk groans as the two of you run along a trail near campus.

"I told you to bring some water for yourself," you pant, scolding the boy. He laughs while continuing to run.

"[y/nnnnnnn]," he sings a few moments later, approaching you from behind.

"Can't you let me have a sip of yours?"

"The bottle is so small, Hyunsuk!"

"PLEASEEEEEEE?!"

You sigh, slowing your pace until you both stop running. You hold out your water to him and he takes it with a smile, taking huge gulps.

"Hey, stop! Leave some for me!" you whine, slapping his arm.

He rubs the spot where you hit him, acting as though he's hurt while continuing to drink.

"Thanks for the water," Hyunsuk says after handing you your bottle back. He gives you a wink and a kiss on the cheek before starting to run again.

"Slowest person has to pay for our lunch!" he yells.

"Get back here! You didn't even give me time to drink my water, too!" you shout, quickly taking a sip before you follow behind him.

5th drink ♡ milk tea

"So the instructions say that now we leave them on medium heat for as long as we like," you say, reading out the instructions on the back of the tapioca packet.

"For as long as we want?!" Hyunsuk asks, looking up from the pot of boiling water with some pearls floating around in it.

"Yeah, if we want the pearls to be softer, we leave it in longer!"

"Okay, I guess we just wait a minute or two," Hyunsuk says, putting the lid back on the pot and slowly walking towards you. He rests his head on your shoulder and you reach out to ruffle his hair with your free hand.

Before you know it, you've overcooked the tapioca into a squishy mess, but the two of you still eat your soft boba pearls and milk tea.

"I like my boba soft 'n squishy anyway!" Hyunsuk declares after taking a sip from your shared cup.

"I'm glad you do," you say, taking a sip after him and laughing at his attempted positivity.

There's some silence between the two of you until Hyunsuk speaks up.

"Wanna buy some boba from the campus boba shop?" he asks.

You nod, laughing because you had predicted this, yet you couldn't have said no to Hyunsuk earlier when he asked you with a pout if you could try making boba together.

6th drink ♡ alcohol

"Cheers!"

All the glasses hit each other before meeting their owners' lips, their contents being downed by everyone at the table.

"I just want to say that it has definitely been hard for all of us this year, but we've all done a great job," Hyunsuk says. His hand rests on your thigh after he talks, gently stroking it to reassure you in this hectic environment.

"You did a good job too, Hyunsuk," you tell your boyfriend, placing your hand on his. He smiles at you shyly in response.

As the alcohol takes its effect, many of the club members start to get quite rowdy and annoying. Hyunsuk senses that it's making you uncomfortable, and he whispers into your ear.

"Wanna go out for some air?"

When you nod, he takes your hand in his and guides you outside.

"Where's the club leader going?" someone whines.

"Just getting some air!" Hyunsuk responds, quickly rushing you outside before anyone begs the two of you to stay.

The two of you giggle as though you're children sneaking out.

Under the street lamps outside, both of you stand quietly side by side, just holding hands. There's no need for either of you to say anything: just being there together is enough. Hyunsuk rests his head on your shoulder and you rest your head on his, or try to at least. You feel his soft hairs tickling your cheek and it makes you smile.