#not as good as the usual wall of squishmallows

[melancholyprince]

[skullsnbruises]

Fake fic titles

Unusual method of protection

Fire

Daydream

Sparkles

Dancing shadows

I had some ideas for “Fire” (Sapnap comfort noms) but didn’t feel like writing it, so I did “Daydream” instead. It gave me very soft warm feelings I hope this is good :) and I’m stealing “dancing shadows” for another time

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Taglist: @poprockpanda @brick-a-doodle-do @local-squishmallow @dingbatnix @data-expunged-0 @da3dm

Daydream

[445 words]

The diamond golden rested peacefully in the sun spot, cozied up, his limbs wrapping comfortingly around his body. The demon stroked over his head, and had been softly petting him since he’d first fallen asleep.

Skeppy looked so perfect, snuggling like there wasn’t a care in the world. While the diamond was usually a pest, being a pesky little brat, this was a calm, albeit rare, moment where Bad might admit he loved spending it with him.

Gentle pets rubbed over the sharp smooth surface. Bad’s fingers gently caressed the small hybrid, love poured into each simple action.

He looked so comfortable, so cozy, so perfect.

It was driving Bad’s protection instincts into overdrive, despite the lack of danger. It was like they were saying, ‘oh! Cute! Have to swallow!’ And Bad considered it embarrassing. Skeppy would definitely tease him if he said it aloud.

But Skeppy was resting. Eyes closed and softly dozing.

Bad was now daydreaming, imagining how he could simply scoop the diamond hybrid up, so easily pick the little one into his fingers and pop him into his mouth. Skeppy would be too tired to even realize, and he’d satisfy the begging, nagging urge in his storage.

It was so warm, so peaceful, so cozy. Bad’s caressing fingers slowly moved around Skeppy’s body, carefully lifting the little diamond onto his palm and then slowly again up to his mouth. His muzzle nearly blocked his view of the tiny blue figure. Lethargically, Skeppy was settled upon Bad’s tongue, nested up just as comfortable as he was a moment before. He barely moved, not disturbed by the suddenly warmer environment, as Bad closed his maw around the diamond.

He was hyperaware of his insides, feeling the shiny metallic sensation of Skeppy on his forked tongue, rolling across the hybrid casually. Bad focused internally, entirely on how Skeppy was softly placed on the appendage, sleeping. Bad titled back slowly, and Skeppy slid ever so gently backwards, until a swallow sent the diamond hybrid into a harmony of hugs, cuddled by Bad’s esophagus.

The embrace led the hybrid down, down, down into the open space in his core. His stomach welcomed the being lovingly, happily accepting Skeppy inside with warm stomach walls.

Skeppy shifted inside just a bit, just readjusted, probably realized where he was too. The diamond’s hands pressed against Bad on the inside, and began to rub, kneading the plush flesh between square fingertips. An involuntary deep purr sounded from Bad’s chest, right alongside the heavy thumping of his heart.

Nested up inside his very core, Skeppy enjoyed the sunny sleepy day inside Bad, wrapped up in love right beside his pounding heart.

[creaturefeaster]

good morning world & all who inhabit it

I slept in....... 09:17 PST at the time of writing this.

My ass might finally be going back to therapy soon o_o! Consider this cocktailed bitch practically cured!!!

...That's a joke, of course. But my mental cocktail has been so severely affecting my daily life as of the last couple years what with aggressive obsession, delusions, memory issues, dysfunction in general... bluh! I usually don't like talking about/making my issues like this publicly known because I feel like mental health isn't always something to be waving around like a flag, but I'm excited enough about the possibility of getting back into therapy to touch on it.

This is part of the larger journey of mine to get my life a little more on track-- I am still preparing to go to college, and I eventually would like to get a full time job, etc etc, and I don't think that'd be possible for me if I'm busy going mental every other day lmfao.

I'd really like to find out what else is going on with me, get a diagnosis, and figure out how I can manage & navigate it in daily life because I cannottttt spend several more years acting the way I do unchecked.

Going back to aggressive obsession, I recently counted my squishmallow collection. (This is a joke also. This is not an obssession, just my latest fixation & also this is a segue away from mental health talk. >_>) I strung together every one of their name tags onto a string, as I keep every one that comes with them, and the whole thing weighs like a pound and a half. I could beat someone with this.

There is like, upwards of 70 tags on this alone, and that's just the tags from the ones I personally got myself. For some reason people who gift them really love to cut off and throw away their tags... -_-. I think it may be time to find something else to collect. If only for the sake of the size of my room.

I might start collecting more skulls again, my skull wall is sort of barren. I'd really like to find a bird of prey's skull the next time I'm at a large antique store, but I think that'd be a rare find. They usually have loads of deer, elk, cow skulls, and so on, but I don't think I've ever seen one of a bird...

So here's a question for you guys: What have you been collecting recently? Or what have you wanted to start collecting?

[uhbasicallyjustmilex]

hot chocolate squishmallow and evenstar necklace for the writer ask ;*

hot chocolate squishmallow: do you include food in your writing? do you have a preferred beverage you gravitate towards while working?

i love writing in ways that include all the senses to make it a more vivid and immersive world, so yeah - food is definitely part of that! sometimes it's just to create that detail that makes the story feel that bit more alive, but sometimes it's more than that - i feel like certain foods can hold sentimental value for character or be indicative of their (non food related) tastes and traits, or their emotional state (eg, the raspberry jam in four walls isn't just raspberry jam, it's also a manifestation of the fact that alex is always present in miles's mind even when he's not present in physicality and... all the implications that go alongside that 😭)

i usually drink tea when i’m writing - ginger or rose are my current favourites! idk if it’s weird, but if i associate certain tastes/smells/sounds with the world of my fic then it makes it a little easier to immerse myself in that headspace whenever i want to write (see also: scented candles, fic specific playlists)

evenstar necklace: if you could give any of your characters a gift, what would it be?

oooh this is a good one! i think i’d like to give miles a plane ticket so he can go to alex's place in la and see all the stupidly sentimental little things from their friendship alex has kept over the years (eg the seashell, the fact he's never taken the keys to miles's place off that turtle keyring, plus a whole bunch of other things that i don't want to give away because they're minor spoilers), i feel like it might help him put together the pieces he doesn't dare to because he's too afraid of hoping. on that note, i'd also like to give him a big hug 🥺

[officer-judy-moon]

All About Judy

Archetype — The Innocent Child Birthday — May 8th, 1994 Zodiac Sign — Taurus MBTI — ENFJ-A, the Protagonist Enneagram — Type 2, the Helper. Core desire: to be loved and needed. Core fear: being unwanted Temperament — Sanguine Hogwarts House — Slytherin Primary, Hufflepuff Secondary Moral Alignment — Lawful Good Primary Vice — Pride Primary Virtue — Compassion Element — Earth

Overview: Mother — Leah Moon Father — Namseok Moon Mother’s Occupation — Music Teacher Father’s Occupation — Mathematics Professor Family Finances — Middle Class Birth Order — Oldest Brothers — Kevin, Jacob Sisters — None Other Close Family — Jun, Tae (cousins) Best Friend — Alyssa (friends since elementary school) Other Friends — tbd Enemies — Herself (as her top reason to keep losing her job) Pets — a cute maltese named Poppy Home Life During Childhood — relatively peaceful Town or City Name(s) — Toronto, Canada What Did His or Her Bedroom Look Like — Floral and cutesy on one end, and then one wall dedicated to her police dreams Any Sports or Clubs — Soccer, Tennis, Christian Club Favorite Toy or Game — Yahtzee, Trivial Pursuit, Pictionary Schooling — High School Diploma, Police Academy Training Favorite Subject — History Popular or Loner — Popular Important Experiences or Events — Graduating from high school, getting accepted into the police academy, getting reassigned from her first province, getting dumped by her first real boyfriend shortly after her reassignment Nationality — Canadian Culture — Canadian and Korean Religion and beliefs — Raised Christian

Physical Appearance Face Claim — Park Sooyoung (Joy) Complexion — Pale Hair Colour — black Eye Colour — brown Height — 5’6” Build — Soft Classic Body type, looks better with straight and clean cut lines Tattoos — None Piercings — Ears Common Hairstyle — Down or in a ponytail or updo for work Clothing Style — at work it’s the uniform, out of work relatively cutesy preppy, romantic, or sleek chic Mannerisms — wrinkling her nose, tugging at her ear a little, covering her mouth when chewing Usual Expression — a smile! She brings in the positive energy

Health Overall (do they get sick easily)? — No she stays fairly healthy Physical Ailments — None Neurological Conditions — None Allergies — Peanuts Grooming Habits — Very neat, clean Sleeping Habits — tries to go to bed early, gets up early Eating Habits — a bit more of a mess, mostly take out as she can’t cook Exercise Habits — Works out every day to stay in shape for the job Emotional Stability — relatively stable Body Temperature — Easily gets cold Sociability — Very bubbly and social Addictions — a minor addiction to collecting plushies (i.e. beanie babies and squishmallows) Drug Use — None Alcohol Use — None, she tries to avoid drinking

Your Character’s Character: Bad Habits — picking at split ends, giving up on cooking to get takeout Good Habits — telling herself positive affirmations, regularly stretches Best Characteristic — Optimistic Worst Characteristic — Naive Worst Memory — getting dumped right after she got reassigned by her first province Best Memory — becoming a police officer! Proud of — her family Embarrassed by — her many failures in different provinces Driving Style — she’s a bit of a distracted driver Strong Points — Brave, Confident Temperament — Sanguine, overall a bubbly happy person Attitude — Cheerful Weakness — Self-righteous, a little nosy Fears — being unwanted, failing again Phobias — of vampires and werewolves (thanks to her parents), also of cats Secrets — one of the times she got removed from a province was deeply traumatizing because [redacted]. She shouldn’t have been at fault but still ended up getting reassigned. Regrets — not being able to do enough for people Feels Vulnerable When — families start bringing up proud stories about their kids and what universities they went to or jobs they have. She wants to have those things to boast about too. Pet Peeves — slow walkers, someone standing too close to her or peering over her shoulder at her phone or computer Conflicts — her mess of a job experience, and some rooted prejudices Motivation — to do her best and be the best for people, to protect people Short Term Goals and Hopes — to get along with her cousins and aunt Long Term Goals and Hopes — to become the pride of the Swynlake PD Sexuality — Probably Heterosexual? Exercise Routine — Works out regularly at the gym or runs or walks, whatever works Day or Night Person — Day Person Introvert or Extrovert — Extrovert Optimist or Pessimist — Optimist Greatest Want — to become Swynlake PD’s finest Greatest Need — to figure out what her true strength is

[ctrl-alt-deleting-yr-face]

your turn!!

12, 25, 30/31, 62, 96, 99/100

feel free to not answer any of these :3

12: uhhh i can’t remember actually 😅 i basically never remember my dreams lmao

25: none! i despise socks usually! i have a pair of fishnet socks that my sensory issues are okay with and fit my aesthetic tho

30/31: i have. too many pillows. 4 pillows, a bigass squishmallow, and several large plushies. And there’s more at my mom’s since i sleep on a queen size bed there.. But anyways! I tend to like to sleep in a position that lets me get cuddled up against something. usually on my side facing the wall.

62: I would say so! Most people say my voice is pretty good! I take professional vocal lessons so I do have a bit more experience than other people in that regard ehe

96: Well i have. Several names. but the name i’m most comfortable with as you know is Cypress so i’ll go with that!! So funnily enough i technically got it from a fucking mobile farming sim that i was hyperfixated on as a 6 year old called Meow Meow Star Acres. Why is that, you may ask? Because the Cypress Bath decoration item was my favorite thing in the game. I liked its name and the way that it looked. But that basically caused a butterfly effect- i remembered that word when making a splatoon oc a couple years ago and gave that name to my oc, i remembered the name of that oc when i was wanting to try out a new name, and then i had a dissociative episode and that was the only name that didn’t feel fake and wrong so now it’s my name ^^

99/100: depends on the house. Both my bedroom walls at my dad’s and my moms are this ugly beige color (gonna repaint my room at my mom’s to be white tho). My blankets at my mom’s are just basic white sheets and this big floral patterned comforter, and at my dad’s i have grey sheets as well as aquarium patterned pillowcases and comforter ^^

hope these make sense!! it’s pretty late and i wrote them in a rush since i’m gonna do something with family ^^

[tragcdysewn]

spring cleaning - allana solo

where does your muse live? a house? apartment? how big is the space?

allana lives in a decently large two bedroom a few blocks away from the white house. the second bedroom is her girlfriend's art studio, but even without that room, they have plenty of space to do their own separate things and have all their necessities stored

does your muse live with anyone else? who are those people?

they live with her girlfriend sella, in what was supposed to be a temporary arrangement. that was over a year ago and they're still there with neither one of them seemingly planning on changing the current situation. though fun fact, the apartment is not just in sella's name, it's rented under sella's older brother, so neither one of them pays any rent, it's all covered by sheev. they just pay their utilities and nothing more

how much time does your muse spend in their place? do they go out often or spend a lot of time in?

more when sella is home, she's not a huge fan of being alone in the apartment. but if sella is home, they're happy to spend hours doing their own separate tasks or something together. but most of her time while sella is at work or class is spent at her own job, considering they work for her grandfather and her hours are incredibly flexible

what is the view outside of your muse’s window?

lafayette square, and the washington monument. her girlfriend is a very aesthetic based girlie, so the view is absolutely a picture perfect shot of the city no matter what window you're looking out of. and considering how both of them are, i'm assuming we have a ton of windows here. sella is a big natural light girl, and allana loves the moon and stars

what do they sleep on? do they have a lot of pillows? what about blankets or stuffed animals?

their bed is absolutely covered in pillows and blankets and squishmallows. sella is a menace when it comes to decoration. but they don't usually sleep on those, they kick most of the pillows to the floor, allana will cocoon themself in like two or three blankets and then let sella flop on top of her and they're good to go

what items do they keep next to their bed?

she usually keeps a book on her nightstand, along with her camera and the one plant she’s been able to keep alive. her phone is also usually plugged in there

what is your muse’s most valuable possession?

probably her stuffed tauntaun, considering it’s the only thing she had of her father for most of their life

does your muse like to keep a lot of trinkets around or are they more minimalistic?

they're a very sentimental person, so they do have a lot of trinkets and keepsakes scattered around, and sella is the same. both of their desks are covered in trinkets, and there's plants and vases and little statues up everywhere

does your muse have any pictures up? what are they of?

so many oh my god. they're both into art, so there's art prints, photos of family and friends, paintings sella's done, artsy photo's allana's taken, probably parts of the wall just painted directly with little things that struck their fancy, notes and prints for projects allana's working on, their walls are probably the most cluttered part of the apartment

what, if any, other decorations does your muse have?

they exist on only fairy lights, because sella thinks they're romantic and allana likes the dimmer lighting for their aesthetic. they've got some soft fuzzy rugs, and the most polar opposite assortment of throw pillows you've ever seen. think a pink frilly one with flowers and sequins and a plain black one with a skeleton hand heart next to each other. also probably a ton of flowers

does your muse like having guests over?

she's not against it, but they're not a huge fan of hosting and having to be on planning everything. but now sella will do all the work and allana just has to show up and do what sella tells them to do? it's a lot more enjoyable for them

how tidy is your muse’s home/room?

they're pretty neat overall, and the apartment reflects that, but allana's desk in particular is a wreck, there's always various parts from whatever she's working on fixing or upgrading. she doesn't really ever throw out spare parts, because what if they can use them for something in the future? it might come in handy

does your muse have any pets living with them? what about plants?

they have a ton of fake plants, keeping a real one alive is not allana's or sella's strong suit. maybe a real succulent here and there, something hard to kill. they also have a cat named turnip, and allana's nexu from back home, anji

is your muse happy with their living situation? what would your muse’s dream house look like?

she’s honestly incredibly happy with it, but she’s not picky, growing up on rebel bases. as long as she’s got a bed and the people they care about? they're very happy in any situation. but they do spend a bit more time putting little personal touches on the apartment, because they've never had a permanent place before dc. and while they'll complain until the end of time about the amount of pink and pastel and floral in the apartment, she honestly kind of loves it, mostly because of the aforementioned simp behavior

[hannieween]

insomnia | city lights series | h.js

The last bit of sanity in your mind vanished the moment before you asked your hot neighbor to be your fuckbuddy. Whatever prompted you to muster the courage to get the words out was something you didn't know you had inside you. But he wasn't saying no.

✮ pairings: joshua hong x female reader ✮ genre: smut (18+) ✮ word count: 11.9k ✮ aus: rock singer joshua, neighbors with benefits

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›🎧: insomnia - shinee | closer - jihyo

› nsfw warnings under the cut

✮ warnings: smut with plot, soft-dom joshua, big dick joshua, somewhat inexperienced reader, sex talks, a bit of corruption kink, wet dreams, dirty talk, foul language, making out, oral sex (f), protected sex, squirting, multiple orgasms (f) after care. pet names: sweetheart, pretty, baby, princess (hers).

part i

A soft thud startled you. What followed then were muffled sounds of a woman crying out and moaning continuously, bed creaking loudly and pushing rhythmically, and then frantically against your bedroom wall.

You groaned.

Lying on your mountains of pillows and squishmallows, you covered your face with your duvet as the moans continued, crying out and being muffled by the walls, but you could still hear them.

It's the second night you hear your neighbors have really loud sex. The first time you didn't mind, since you were deep in a writing session and you have pretty good headphones that cancelled the sounds of your neighbor fucking someone into the walls.

But now there was no way to avoid hearing them.

Given that you'd presented the first rough draft of your manuscript early, you had time to relax for a bit. To the exception that you've pushed yourself so hard lately that your sleep schedule was deeply fucked up and now your body was wide awake during the middle of the night.

You jumped out of your bed and grabbed your coat, scurrying away from the sounds of your neighbors going at it.

You felt somewhat disturbed, but not in the way that anyone would if they heard their neighbors having sex. You felt rattled, as if your neighbors having a good time and not you was the actual problem and not that they were too noisy in the middle of the night.

The only way to the rooftops was through the emergency stairs, so when you got there, you were panting silently. The midnight air cooled you off and brushed your hair gently when you stepped out to the rooftop.

Beyond the door, a wide concrete square stretched off into the distance. Your typical route took you east, where the lookout point offered an impressive view of the city skyline.

The perimeter of the rooftop was lined with a brick mid wall that stood up to chest height, providing a protective barrier along the edges.

You were convinced that you were the only one visiting this place. Since it was vacated every time you came here to wind down and take fresh air away from your computer.

The night was so still that it offered you some solace, it made your imagination run. You loved this piece of tranquility, the times when you came here in the dead of the night to present the stillness of the city.

During sleepless nights, you found solace in this place, waiting for the dawn. As the city slowly awoke, you reflected on the ordinary lives of the people, contemplating their daily routines. It gave you some incentive to keep working on your manuscript.

You let an hour pass. It seemed reasonable to you. Drawing from your own lived experiences, an hour was too long but you decided to give your neighbors the benefit of the doubt.

When you returned to your apartment, it was quiet enough to force yourself to sleep. But instead, the hours went by and you stared at the ceiling for a while, lying in your bed.

It usually happened this way; whenever you felt like sleep was drawing near, something would snap in your brain and keep you awake until you'd blackout.

Wide awake, you were overcome with a curiosity that led you to wonder about your next-door neighbors. Although you had a vague idea of who lived there, the occasional sounds intrigued you. Sometimes a guy's loud singing would drift through the walls, or you'd hear the casual strumming of a guitar in the middle of the afternoon.

And also, the obvious loud moans of a woman in the middle of the night.

You have never had the chance to meet them, and you were pretty sure that you didn't want to now that you've heard them fuck twice.

It was 7AM the last time you remember looking at the clock before finally falling asleep.

The curtains of your bedroom blocked out the light from outside completely and there weren't any strange or loud noises that could possibly interrupt your long awaited sleep.

Until you heard someone strumming an electric guitar quite loudly on speakers. The sound came from the next door neighbor, the same you heard last night having really loud sex.

The same chords were strung over and over again, as if rehearsing a tune.

"Oh my god," you muttered under your breath.

Throwing the bed covers away, you jumped out of bed again. A deep feeling of rage boiling inside you when without thinking, you marched outside the hall of your apartment and knocked on the door of your immediate neighbor; loud enough for them to hear it over the guitar speakers.

What followed then was the sound of speakers dying abruptly, a shuffle of steps of someone coming towards the door. A tall man opened it, and you met his face. Big brown eyes looked down at you, while raising one perfect eyebrow.

The rage inside you smoldered down at the sight. You weren't counting on your neighbor being... well, being hot as fuck.

His hair was dark, with a few stray strands gently touching his eyebrows, you noticed the ring adorning one of these. Big eyes were dark and curious, like those of a doe, scanning you up and down. The ghost of a smile adorned his pinkish red lips, hiding his teeth.

"He-hello," you mumbled awkwardly. "I'm your neighbor from 317."

Why wouldn't you just say you were from next door, you didn't know. Probably you were so sleep deprived that you didn't know how to act human anymore.

Your neighbor showed you a kind smile. "Hi. I'm Joshua," he raised a hand and waved at you in a friendly manner. "Can I help you with something?"

"Yeah," you said, but after two seconds added: "Can you keep it down, please? I'm trying to sleep."

"Uh, sure. Sorry about that, I was just testing equipment," he said while smiling politely.

You quickly glanced at his strong arms as he crossed them over his chest and leaned against the door frame. You realized he was using his body's motion to check you out too.

That caught you off guard, making the anger inside you dissipate quite quickly and that was good enough of a reason to be angry again. It felt like your brain was short circuiting, struggling to control emotions properly.

"Maybe you could play at a more reasonable hour. Not this early in the morning," you blurted out before you could make sense of your own words.

He chuckled. It wasn't mocking you at all, it was as if he enjoyed being chastised.

"It's already 12 o'clock," he informed while coughing to mask his chuckle.

You felt your shoulders slump down a little. You were making a fool of yourself, not only that, you probably looked crazy. Sleep deprived, irritated, standing on your hot neighbor's doorstep wearing bunny pyjamas.

And then, your mouth lost all filters.

"Well, I lost track of time since you couldn't keep it down last night," you accused.

The pierced eyebrow arched up. "Last night?"

"Yes! You were really loud last night!" you felt your cheeks blush.

"Me?" his brow furrowed. And for a minute, you thought he was trying to play dumb.

"Yes! And it's been two weekends in a row now!"

His mouth parted in bewilderment. "Oh, no," he chuckled awkwardly. "I'm afraid that wasn't me."

A hot surge of rage and embarrassment flooded your body, boiling beneath your cheeks, so bad you were sure it would show on your face and neck.

"Maybe your girlfriend's been cheating on you cause I heard them having really really loud sex!"

His lower lip was still hanging a little, his brow deeply furrowed but he composed himself quickly to say: "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Well, whatever! Just try to be more prudent of your neighbors!" you hushed and then stomped off before you could embarrass yourself any further.

"Prudent," you heard him snort. "Kay. I'll keep it in mind! Nice meeting you!"

As soon as you closed your apartment door you let out a long frustrated groan.

You made your way back to your bed. Slumping down on your pillows and squishmallows to let out yet again another groan.

But your neighbor didn't use his guitar again.

Having insomnia can cause different symptoms depending on the person experiencing it.

The first time you remember having sleepless nights was when you were in university, pulling all-nighters had affected your sleeping habits and in the aftermath, you'd find yourself waking up in the middle of the night feeling not quite well rested but just as good to start your day.

So you've tried a variety of options to counterattack your insomnia. Ranging from sleeping pills, gummies, calming teas, meditating, to some more questionable ones, like alcohol or weed.

The one option that you resorted to sometimes when you were feeling up to it, you'd go to the gym. It was a good option because it was not as expensive as other alternatives, nor did it create codependency like gummies. And it had good results on your overall well being.

You closed your apartment door, the noise from it echoing along the long dust-smelly hall. As you walked to the elevator, you checked if you brought everything you needed with you, keys, phone, earphones.The latter you already had them on you, but you still patted your head to check.

The doors parted and you stepped inside, a shadow followed you closely behind. You turned to see who it was, only to turn back around to face the reflecting doors of the elevator.

From the brief glimpse you caught of him, hot neighbor was leaning back against the mirrored elevator wall. He had swapped his earlier attire of washed-up jeans, a black t-shirt, and a denim jacket. He was carrying a large guitar case over one shoulder.

Pretending to be oblivious to his presence, you couldn't shake the feeling of being watched. Sneaking another glance through the mirrored elevator doors, you caught him looking at you briefly, his eyes taking in your entire frame. In the reflection, your eyes met his, and you could see the corners of his lips rising in a small, knowing smile.

The blood on your cheeks seemed to boil. You bit your lip as you pretended to busy yourself on your phone, changing songs on your playlist aimlessly until the elevator stopped and you stepped out, rushing to the doors of the building.

The workout session that night was interesting, to say the least. As you were working on the mat, trying to strengthen your abdomen as best as you possibly could, your mind would wander elsewhere, inevitably falling on the thought of your hot neighbor.

You'd think on the way he looked leaning against the elevator wall, the mere presence of him was unsettling. And something made you think that he probably knew the effect his looks had on people. Looks and attitude.

Involuntarily, you scoffed quite loudly in the middle of the gym. Like a knee-jerk reaction. Luckily no one seemed to notice you, but you felt embarrassed either way as you continued working out.

That night you sleep soundly thanks to the exercise. Everything was going well until your sleep turned into a really unusual one.

Your brain registered that you were squirming in your bed minutes later after it had happened. Like fragmented memories that you paid attention to, like slipping in and out of your dream.

You looked down to your body huddled beneath the bed sheets, there was someone with you. All you could see was a shapeless body on top of you under the sheets.

In your dream, you half knew what needed to happen next, as if you were a mere witness of your own wet dream. Your hands grabbed at the covers of the bed at the same time you experienced an orgasm. It was short and spasmic, making your body tense up and let it be consumed by the unexpected pleasure.

Slowly pulling your covers back you found a man of deep black hair slotted between your thighs, ravaging your core with his mouth. Intuitively you knew who it was, but couldn't see his face, only the silver stud adorning his right eyebrow.

You woke up abruptly after that, caught up by a tingling feeling between your thighs. Did you just...? Your hand snapped underneath your panties, fingers digging between your pussy lips to find out that you were pooling, your aching core pulsating in need for more attention.

A groan came out from your mouth. Feeling helpless, you went in and grabbed the drawer from your nightstand to get your vibrator, even though you knew that what you needed was something more than that.

Your thoughts couldn't go past the fact that you just had a wet dream, one that included your neighbor who you barely knew. You tried to reason with yourself that you're just lonely, he is hot as fuck and been quite literally hammering loud sex into your bedroom wall for two weekends in a row.

Yeah, that sounds reasonable.

The jarring sound coming from the boiling kettle startled you.

You jolted and stood from your couch to turn off the stove. The steam when you poured the boiling water on your travel tea tumbler caressed your face, and you let the smell of peppermint tea leaves in, inhaling a big breath. 

It had been over a week since you got your manuscript back with all the comments from your editor, letting you know succinctly that now you had a lot of work to do.

But there was a suggestion from your editor and the publishing team in general that left you perplexed for what followed for the rest of the week.

Between all the things that needed fixing in terms of narrative and structure of your manuscript, your team suggested maybe including some mature sex scenes. You knew from the moment you signed in for this novel that there was a possibility to write in some erotic scenes but it was never settled. And you thought you might have gotten away with it.

But your literary agent and newfound best friend, Yena, told you that it was almost inevitable. Your romance novels have been fine without sex scenes so far, but now that you had signed up for a lengthier fantasy trilogy including vampires, you just had to be more serious about it.

"You can't have sexy vampires without the sex part," Yena told you over the phone.

"Yes I can," you countered, feeling a bit standoffish.

"Your book is already rated for adults with all the violence it has. There is nothing bad about adding a few scenes of your main character getting dicked down."

You sighed and looked up to the ceiling, as if you'd might find some escape there. "You're sounding really ridiculous right now, Yen."

Yena laughed. "I know. This is me trying to convince you. Trust me, this will be great for sales."

"I don't care about sales," you lied a bit. You cared, but it wasn't at the top of your priority list.

"Well, I care. Will you do it for me?" you couldn't see her but you could imagine her big puppy eyes beaming at you. 

"I'll work on it. But I can't make any promises."

"Nuh-uh," she tutted. "You pushed so hard to distance yourself from your teenage love romance novels. So now you commit."

"Pffft," you chuckled. "You got it."

"Hey, but take it easy," she suggested. "You're still within the deadline."

You knew that. But there was an eagerness inside you to get this out in the world. You had been lucky to be picked up for your 'teenage love romance novels', but deep down you always wanted to write something into the fantasy-romance, or romansy, genre.

But now with the evident push in erotica lately, you also knew that this was going to be asked in your books. It was an option at the beginning, but you decided to play dumb about it.

However you couldn't play dumb any further.

So, you hid in the best place you knew. The rooftop was busy with the noise of the big city. Lights from the endless maze of tall buildings shut on and off sporadically. You could see the traffic lights change every few seconds, and cars honking every now and then.

You brought your tumbler with you to sip peppermint tea as the noise from the busy night swarmed your senses, you closed your eyes, taking the night in.

It would be nice to bring a chair.

Before you could react promptly, you picked up some faint noises from behind you, a shuffling of steps and suddenly, you opened your eyes to see your neighbor standing next to you.

"Oh my god," your hand flew to your jolting chest. "You fucking scared me."

He was looking up at the sky, a calm expression on his face. When he heard you cuss he turned his smiling gaze to you. "Sorry. I didn't mean to."

"What are you doing here?" you asked, still a bit breathless.

Joshua shrugged, his hands were deep in his pockets. "I wanted to see where you'd go every time you take the stairs."

You eyed his dark frame up and down. Dressed in all black, black converse, jeans, t-shirt and leather jacket. He looked like he was attending a rock concert.

He noticed you eyeing him up, so you quickly had to put in: "You've seen me come here?"

"I only hear you. In the middle of the night, in the morning. You know, from someone who yelled at me for being 'loud', you do slam doors pretty loudly."

Your cheeks burned. "I didn't yell at you," you mumbled. "And you were the one who was really loud."

"It was nearly noon when I was playing," he smiled down at you.

"What about the nights you were loud too?"

"I told you," he pointed. "It wasn't me."

"I heard your girlfriend too," your brow furrowed. "Don't try to tell me that what I heard were two ghosts fucking."

The sound of your neighbor's laughter triggered a response within you. It seemed to intensify the warmth in your cheeks, yet the tightening sensation in your stomach was far more distracting.

"I don't have a girlfriend, 317," he crooned with his sweet voice.

"Well, I heard a woman," you insisted, trying to ignore that he called you by your apartment number. Three-one-seven. Anything could sound pretty coming from his mouth.

"Hasn't it occurred to you that I might have a roommate?" he asked, putting his arms up the border of the rooftop.

"Oh," you bit the inside of your cheek.

"Mmm-huh," he nodded his head once. "I suppose that your room is next to his and the woman you heard is his girlfriend."

"Crap," you muttered under a breath and you shut your eyes. "I am so so sorry."

"It's okay" he smiled politely and ran one of his large hands through his dark hair. "They can be quite loud, though."

"Right?" you murmured. "I'm still sorry you had to see me in such disarray, though."

"Disarray," he chuckled. "Why were you in disarray?"

He emphasized the word in a goofy tone, making you smile a little but you quickly rolled your eyes.

"Sometimes I get insomnia. Most nights actually," you told him simply. "And I'm quite protective of the few hours I do get to sleep."

"Protective is an understatement," he muttered. "More like feisty."

A laugh erupted from your belly. The sound made him look at you again with his smiling eyes.

"She can laugh," he said, feigning surprise.

"She is not usually as feisty as you got to see a week ago," you countered. "You just had the misfortune of meeting me on a bad night."

"It wasn't even night time," he pointed with another chuckle.

"Whatever," you quipped with a childlike tone and his smile grew broader.

The tea was cold when you lifted it to your lips. You poured more into the little pink cup in your tumbler, the steam lifting the city lights.

"So what brings a pretty girl like you here every night? Besides the insomnia" he asked, looking up to the building lights.

You looked at your neighbor. The sound of him calling you pretty shouldn't have the effect it had on you. Your mouth went dry and you felt the knot in your stomach tighten.

"I uh... come here for inspiration," you muttered shyly. 

You knew you had zero reasons to trust him but damn, you were lonely.

His eyebrow arched slightly. "Inspiration," he repeated slowly.

"I'm a writer," you mumbled shyly, diverting your gaze from your hot neighbor.

"Oh, I see. Makes sense," he replied shortly.

"Why?"

"You say big boring words," he smirked.

"Big boring words," you blinked. "No I don't. That doesn't say I'm a writer anyway."

"It says that you're just boring, then," he teased.

"I'm not," you whined. "You're a tease."

He laughed, he was enjoying this. "I might be. But at least I don't say disarray, or what was it? Prudent."

"I like big boring words," you grumbled with a pout.

A soft sigh came from your neighbor, he had a small smile on his face.

You drank your cup of tea while it was still hot and poured a little more.

"Am I interrupting your moment of inspiration, then?" he wondered.

"No. I'm actually procrastinating," you sighed. "I have to fix some subplots of my manuscript. I don't even know what to write yet so I came here to escape from it for a bit until I figure it out."

He arched one eyebrow again, his lip popping outwards and nodded. "I'm going to pretend I understood what you just said."

Fuck. He was also cute. The sharp pain in your stomach returned. It irritated you a little that he wasn't actually doing anything and you still thought he was cute. Or hot.

"I... was asked to add sex scenes to my novel," you rolled your eyes again, cringing from embarrassment.

His eyes read your face for a brief moment and you resisted the urge to hide away. You found it a bit amusing that your neighbor didn't seem to shy away from the abrupt shift in the conversation topic at all.

"And... you don't want to?" he mused, his brows almost touching together.

"I don't–well I do want to," you muttered, feeling defeated.

Your neighbor turned his back to the border of the rooftop and propped his elbows up at his sides.

"I'm confused," he mumbled.

"Apparently it's a trend that guarantees success in the genre I work with. This book deal is important to me and I don't want it to fail just because I can't write a few graphic scenes."

The corners of his lips rose slightly. "How graphic do they have to be? The scenes."

"Well... let's just say I can't just do the 'pan over to the next day' bit," you sighed dramatically. "I agreed to write explicit sex scenes and I don't–I can't write them."

A hot surge of embarrassment made you bury your face in your hands. Your heart was beating so hard and loud in your chest that it was also reverberating in your ears.

"Why?" you heard him ask slowly.

You turned your back the same way he had a moment ago, leaning back against the brick wall. "I don't know. I just go blank," you lied, adding a shrug to it.

The truth is that you lacked first-hand experience.

What little experience you had, it wasn't something you could even put into work for something to write about. And all the times you read explicit erotic scenes, you couldn't even compare it to your experiences, so it seemed more like a fantasy.

You knew you didn't actually require the experience to write, but still it would be a good starting point.

"You lack inspiration?" your neighbor mused with a grin on his face. He cocked his head to look at you, his dark hair falling away from his forehead a bit.

You swallowed hard.

"Yeah," you sighed, feeling your cheeks burn as you looked up at the night sky.

It grew quiet for a moment, even the busy noise from the city appeared to have died down.

"Well," he said, starting to walk away, "I wish I could help but I have to go to work. Have fun in your little writing adventure, 317."

Your heart still strummed in your ears when you heard yourself say, "Wait!"

Joshua stopped midway through the rooftop and turned to face you.

"You can help me," the words escaped your mouth. "F-find some inspiration."

The tall dark haired man closed the distance between you. His frame was so tall that you had to look up to find his big curious eyes.

"What do you mean?" he cocked his head to the side.

You sighed, trying not to roll your eyes at how ridiculous you felt while asking your neighbor to fuck you. "I need to build up some experience. To write."

The corners of his pretty lips raised as he spoke. "You want to use me to have something to write about?"

"No," you breathed. "I want you to use me."

As soon as the words left your mouth, you felt something in the air between you and him change.

Joshua tilted his head back, searching your face with his dark eyes. "You're actually asking me to fuck you."

The tone in his voice was pure awe.

"Yes," you sighed.

"My, you aren't as boring as I imagined you to be," he marveled, a playful smile on his rosy lips.

The last bit of sanity in your mind vanished the moment before you asked your hot neighbor to be your fuck buddy. Whatever prompted you to muster the courage to get the words out was something you didn't know you had inside you.

But he wasn't saying no.

"For how long?"

"Until I finish the manuscript," you blurted out, feeling a strange reassurance invade your emotions.

His eyes searched your face, their impatience palpable, as though you had triggered a chord of fascination in his mind. "What do I get from this?"

"You get to have your pretty, boring neighbor in any way and whenever you want to," you whispered.

There was a strange feeling of assertiveness that replaced the messy nervousness from a minute ago. For you could no longer ignore the times you'd caught him staring at you. Even in your bunny pajamas.

As if trying to test you, he grabbed your chin between his thumb and pointer finger. You blinked and gasped at the touch, a mix of emotions invaded you instantly. Your skin prickled.

"I don't even know your name," he narrowed his eyes. "You want me to fuck you but you haven't given me your name."

You mumbled your name out, feeling hot in the face but still not moving an inch from his grasp.

"Such a pretty name," he said, repeating your name, savoring it in his tongue. It sounded pretty coming from his lips and sweet voice, a tingle rushed down your spine.

"So much better than 317."

That was the last thing you said before his lips slid in between yours. A small sigh bubbled up in your chest and you let your eyelids flutter shut as his lips moved in yours.

It was a brief, sweet kiss. But it already had your heart battering against your chest frantically.

"I have to go now," he whispered, still so close to your mouth you felt his lips brush against yours. He placed a small peck on them before pulling away from you.

"Do I... get your number?" you felt stupid asking that.

You saw his back as he walked towards the door to the inside of the building. "Just knock on my door and I'll come by. Or I'll knock on yours, whatever you prefer."

"Mine," you called. "Knock on mine."

Your neighbor pulled the door open and before disappearing inside he placed his free hand up his forehead, saluting at you. "Got it. See you tomorrow then."

Tomorrow.

"What?!" you gasped, but he was already gone. 

Most Sundays are quiet for you. Since you actually had set a boundary for yourself and made Sundays for yourself only. No work calls or emails, and definitely not turning the computer on.

Normally you would've stayed in bed, or gone grocery shopping. Whatever you hadn't done during the week you would tend to on your free day.

This Sunday however, was different.

A constant buzzing in your head made it nearly impossible to unwind. You even woke up earlier than usual. So you decided to get on with your Sunday routine as you normally would.

Said routine consisted in deep cleaning your apartment. Normally you would do the laundry and keep yourself busy tidying up your apartment completely. It wasn't much work, since you lived alone and you consider yourself an organized person.

But today it was a hard task to tackle. You tried to keep your mind away from the memory of your neighbor kissing you softly, tauntingly.

As you were bathing, you laid a plan in your head. You knew you had to relax, so planning your next steps seemed like the best idea to follow down your path to stop your body from being so jittery.

First step was to move your collection of squishmallows to your study. There was a couch in your study so you laid all your squishmallows on it.

Next step was finding the best piece of underwear you had. Now, despite having little to no action in the sex department, you did treat yourself to nice things. So you wore a nice set of panties and bra.

It was nearly nine o'clock. And you started to actually feel your body burn in anticipation. Joshua didn't say when he would come around, but you thought that it would have to be soon. 

Aside from chronic insomnia, you were also a victim to your vivid imagination. You couldn't help but daydream of the things you wanted to do with your neighbor.

His pretty lips on your body, his large hands caressing on your skin...

You let out a frustrated sigh. Joshua wasn't even in your apartment and you were already feeling a little bit impatient. Pathetic. You felt pathetic.

The minutes turned into hours, and you were deeply tempted to just go out and knock on his door like he said you could. But you didn't want to tell on just how desperate you were. If that were even possible still.

At 11 o'clock, you changed into your pajamas which weren't the bunny ones; just plain blue shorts and a matching top. Feeling embarrassed, but still not sleepy to go to sleep, you decided to wind down in the best way you knew how.

So you were sitting at your couch, playing a videogame with headphones on when you heard a thud over the soothing music of the game.

You removed your headphones, curiously looking at the door. And then you heard it clearly. A knock.

All the plans you had made in your head vanished the moment you saw him.

Scanning him up and down, the very first you noticed that his black hair was wet and pushed back in a relaxed style. He was wearing a white t-shirt along with some black sweatpants.

"Sorry I'm late," was the first thing he said.

"That you are," you pointed but moved aside to let him in since it was nearing midnight and you didn't feel like having a conversation with him at your doorstep.

He crossed your door and noticed the shoe shelf sitting in the entrance and stepped out of his Nike's, leaving them neatly beside your shoes.

You saw him in your living room, where you had abandoned your Switch and headphones. Seeing your neighbor standing in your living room made you feel butterflies in your stomach.

You half expected him to kiss you as soon as he crossed your door. Crashing his lips in yours, his strong arms pinning you to a wall. Like in movies. 

"I'm sorry to keep you waiting," he said. "Something came up and I didn't have a way to let you know."

"It's okay," you sighed. "I wasn't expecting you'd come."

The pierced brow arched. "Why? I told you I'd come."

"I know," you replied. "I grew tired of waiting."

Your face tingled as he noticed you were ready to go to bed, sending a flush of warmth across your cheeks.

"Mm, I can see that," he noted, taking two steps towards you. "I'm here now. What can I do to make it up to you?"

He stood so close to you that you could catch the smell of soap and body lotion.

"I," you gulped feeling your heart beating on your throat, "d-don't know."

He showed a playful smile that reached his eyes. "You don't know? This is your idea, miss writer, just tell me what you want."

"I didn't exactly make a list," you muttered, even though secretly you had crafted some fantasies during the time you spent waiting for him to show up.

"Then why don't we just get a feel of each other first?" he suggested, surveying your face as if not knowing how you'll react, then a small smile appeared in his lips as he added: "We can get into making your list for next time."

You nodded with your head quietly, and his lower lip pressed up in a cheeky smile. Probably delighting at the confirmation that there will be more nights like this. Joshua leaned closer, one hand on your chin, holding your face up to his.

"Wait," you breathed, and when your hand hurried to the middle of his chest, feeling his lean pecs as you pushed him back slightly.

He stopped as soon as he heard you. The smile faded and he searched your eyes.

"I uh... haven't done this in a while," you mumbled awkwardly. "Years, actually."

His brow furrowed slightly. "I'm okay with that," he reassured softly. "Just tell me what you like and what's off the table."

A sheepish smile appeared on your flushed face. "I've only done vanilla. So... anything's on the table, really. I'm game."

The hand that was on your chin moved down to a shoulder, pushing off from you to look at your frame. "Anything?" his eyebrows arched, his lips smiling. "You can't be serious."

"Why?" you laughed feeling embarrassed.

"Have you ever done something other than missionary?" he asked, you could tell he wasn't mocking your sexual experiences or lack thereof, he was genuinely curious.

"Uhm, cowgirl," you muttered, your tone sounding unsure.

He smiled sweetly. "And you really want to try new things in one night?"

"Why, we could just do what you like," you offered, feeling a little too eager. It made your cheeks flush again.

"You need a bit more practice for most things I'm into," he put in simply with a shrug. "We can leave it for next time."

"Oh," you blinked.

That made you think what could he possibly be into that you weren't ready for at that moment. But decided not to pry any further yet. 

"Have you ever had an orgasm?" he asked suddenly.

"Of course," you blurted out, feeling a rush of blood flow to your cheeks again.

He rolled his big eyes swiftly. "Let me rephrase, has someone ever made you come?"

Your breath hitched slightly, but just about enough for him to notice. He only nodded with his head when you didn't vocalize an answer.

"That's what I thought," he mumbled, his eyes locked on yours. "If we're going to do this, I think we need to start there."

You coughed up an awkward chuckle, feeling your fingers shake a little on his chest. "And how are you going to do that?"

He lowered his gaze, and you might have felt yourself grow smaller under his curious eyes.

"I think we can find that out together," he whispered. His hand moved from your shoulder, sliding on the crook of your neck and then you felt yourself angle your face for his lips.

At first it was only a small peck, his lips captured yours and broke away briefly once. And then they slid in yours expertly, dominating the kiss, you only followed.

As the kiss deepened, your lips became more comfortable in his. Your body felt more relaxed as your other hand joined in, feeling his hard chest through his white t-shirt.

You could almost swear that Joshua felt your heartbeat with his hand on your neck when it circled to the back of your neck, fingers tangling on your hair, pulling you closer. A moan escaped you and your lips parted on his, giving access to his tongue. 

Testing, his tongue lapped on yours once, the noise you made only made him repeat the movement again, at the same moment one of your hands slid from his chest to his lats, and you heard his breath shift a little bit.

That gave you a bit of confidence. You pulled your head back, your lips leaving him briefly.

His rosy lips parted a little, but before he could say anything, you took one of his wrists and started to lead him to your bedroom.

The soft warm light from your night stand lamp was just enough for you to see him clearly. But when you got to your bedroom and saw him standing there, your mind went blank again. It was just as if you didn't know what needed to happen next.

Joshua noticed. He smiled under a small sigh, using the wrist you were still grabbing to pull you to his body again. "Come here," he muttered.

Your chest clashed with his with a small yelp from your mouth. The sudden movement startled you a little. But you liked feeling the proximity to his hard body.

"I'll take care of you," he mumbled. "You don't have to do anything, just tell me if you want to stop. Got it?"

A strange warm feeling swarmed inside your chest. "Okay," you breathed.

"We can take it slow," he suggested with a small shrug.

A thought emerged in your head when hearing his words of reassurance. This wasn't what you had expected from the hot rockstar neighbor at all. You had half expected him to throw you in the bed and follow on what you had dreamt about him.

You blinked. "Don't hold back," you blurted out, "I don't want you to."

A chuckle came out of his mouth. "Okay, princess. Whatever you say," he mumbled before cupping your face to kiss you again.

"'m serious," you stuttered in his mouth.

"Get in the bed," his response was also muffled by your lips. His hands found your waist and he gently pushed you, making you take two steps backwards.

The back of your calves hit the edge of your high bed and you sat down, at the same moment that Joshua took the hem of his t-shirt and pulled it up his body and dropped it on the floor. Your mind went blank, it happened just as when you had to sit down and write.

Involuntarily, you swallowed thickly at the sight of his bare torso and arms. God, he's so fucking hot, you thought. The t-shirt had ruffled his wet hair a bit, so his hand brushed it back as his eyes found yours.

He approached the bed and placed a knee beside you. "Lie back, princess," he muttered softly.

Princess. You felt your skin tingle at the sound of him talking to you in that way. Even hearing him calling you princess was hot. And you were discovering how much your body liked it.

You scooted backwards in your bed until you were in the center of it, your knees pulled up. Joshua followed you as you moved in your bed, until he stopped before your feet, kneeling on your light-pink duvet.

Lying down on your fluffy pillows, you got a good view of his wide and lean chest and shoulders, his strong arms and his hands as they reached your knees.

With light fingers, he caressed your thighs as he moved them to slot himself between your legs. Your skin prickled under his touch and your eyelids fluttered a bit.

Joshua made notice of your bedroom, as if he was exploring it with his eyes and his eyes fell on your metal bed posts. He smiled slowly, and you could almost see what was formulating in his mind.

"Would you like to tie me down?" you mumbled.

"Would you like that?" he retorted, his head cocking to one side.

"Yeah, I think so," you muttered sheepishly, feeling tiny under his dark gaze.

His hand cupped your chin, and he leaned down, his free hand sinking on your pillow next to your head as his lips slipped between yours. "I'll keep that in mind, sweetheart. For later."

He continued kissing you, his hand moving from your chin and soon you felt it on the other side of your head in your pillow. 

"We can stop whenever you want to. Okay?" he whispered before his lips trailed down your jaw, pressing gentle and wet kisses.

"Okay," you whispered back, closing your eyes when Joshua got to the crook of your neck, planting open mouthed kisses, the brush of his tongue in your skin made you squirm and moan softly in his ear.

A hand crept up your cheek, his lips left the crook of your neck and slipped in your lips sweetly, slowly. You felt your heart racing, thrumming in your neck as his lips parted, and knowingly you gave access to his tongue with a moan from your part.

Your hands cradled the back of his neck, pulling him closer as you pressed against his touch. Melting into the fast, hot kiss, his tongue sweeping on yours, eliciting moans and whimpers from you.

"That feels good," you muttered when his lips went down on the other side of your neck.

Joshua only hummed softly in response when he heard you, then two of his fingers tugged the neck of your top to leave more open mouthed kisses on your collarbone. You felt your skin prickle, your nipples hardening against the thin fabric of your top.

"Joshua," you whispered, craning your neck to give him more space for him to kiss.

"Mmm?" he hummed again as the tip of his tongue lapped along your collarbones, earning a whimper from you.

When you made no response he stopped kissing your neck and lifted his head to face you properly.

"Undress me," you breathed nervously, your fingers twitching a bit on the back of his neck.

He grinned, planting a small kiss on your chin, and another on your lower lip. His hands grabbed the lower part of your top and tugged it upwards.

"Arch your back for me, princess," he mumbled.

When he removed your top off your body, a hand caressed your bumpy skin, his thumbs playing with your nipples to watch you squirm and moan in pleasure. He knew you liked that, so he bent down and captured one of your nipples with his lips, while the other was still being fumbled between his fingers.

The noises coming from your mouth only egged him on, his tongue circling your nipple and kissing it, sucking gently earning louder moans from you and then he would carry on doing the same for the other nipple.

Suddenly, you were overwhelmed by a lot of things at once. The smell of his shampoo on his wet hair as his head bent down to tease your nipples with his mouth, sending a wave of pleasure that sizzled beneath your skin, making it prickle.

You held onto him, one hand tangled in his wet hair and the other down the back of his neck. Breathing hard at the sensation of his tongue swiftly licking your tits, his teeth grazing softly on your skin and tugging to find out what made your moans louder, needier.

Kisses trailed down from your sternum all the way down to your belly button, casually lapping your skin with his tongue, tasting your skin as if he was familiarizing with it. You bit your lip down when the sensation of his tongue on your skin sent shivers down your spine, making you squirm in your bed.

You watched him lift his face, his dark eyes finding yours.

"Don't do that," he muttered, a thumb pulling your lip from your front teeth. "I like hearing you."

"I don't want to be loud," you mumbled shyly.

His eyebrow lifted. "Why?" he smiled playfully. "You can get payback on my roommate now."

You chuckled. "That's rude, Joshua," you said, but considered it for a second.

His lean shoulders shrugged. "I think it's fair game."

You couldn't think of a response, since he was already moving down on you.

"You're so pretty," he muttered, with a hint of awe, his eyes roaming all over your half-naked body. "So hard for me to say no."

"You're not so bad yourself," you blurted, a shy smile emerging on your lips. "Not bad at all, actually."

He chuckled, a soft sound that made your chest flood with a warm sensation. "D'you like me?"

His question caught you off guard, and for a moment you hesitated, thinking that he might be teasing you. Then, you took a deep breath and met his gaze.

"Yeah, I do," you admitted with a frustrated sigh. "I like you a lot."

He let out a short giggle. "Oh, really?" he asked as he continued placing sweet pecks on your chin and under your jaw.

"Yeah," you breathed, feeling a bit dazed. "I even had a dream about you once."

He hummed, his head was now between your legs, kissing your inner thighs as his hands caressed your legs softly. "Tell me more about this dream."

"Y-you, oh god," you uttered at the same time his mouth nibbled gently at the soft skin of your thigh, your grip on his hair tightened. "You were in my bed with me."

Joshua lifted his head to find your eyes, the ghost of a smirk showed on his red lips. "Pretty baby had a wet dream of me," he cooed, his fingers gingerly tugging at the band of your shorts.

You swallowed thickly before giving him a brief nod, your eyes trained on his fingers as he gently pulled your pyjama bottoms.

"Tell me what happened in your dream," he muttered. You could notice he wasn't being a tease now, there was a relaxed tinge in his eyes as he slid your shorts down your legs.

"I–don't remember much," you stuttered a bit, seeing him caress your legs again, his large hands on your skin. "You were beneath my covers and..."

Then two of his fingers slid down between your legs, gently touching your clothed core. The movement was swift, but it had you stuttering and arching your back under the tingling sensation on your core that ached for more.

"God," you whispered, shutting your eyelids tight. "Mmm..."

"What happened next, princess?" he asked in a honeyed purr, his fingers moving to the last piece of clothing you were wearing, sliding it down your legs slowly, a string of your arousal stretching from the crotch of your panties.

"Uhmm," you hummed as you saw him slot himself between your thighs, kissing down your belly, nibbling gently at the soft flesh of your thigh, licking the string of arousal that had trickled on your skin.

You gasped loudly when you felt his hot wet tongue so near your pussy. Your fingers instantly grabbed his dark wet hair. "Y-your face was between my thighs and you were... you were... eating me out."

You caught a glimpse of his smirk, and he shot you a glance with those large brown eyes. "Like this?" he muttered before bending his head down your core, licking a strip of arousal with his tongue.

Your back arched involuntarily as your words got caught in your throat, followed by a long high keen whimper. "Oh, m'god. Joshua," your voice sounded broken and distant. You felt lost in the movement of his tongue down your soaked core, licking your arousal and teasing your clit with the tip of his tongue. "Yeah, just like that."

His tongue gave a few gentle strokes to your core, teasing and tasting. He hummed while doing so, a sound of approval before pressing his tongue flatly on your sensitive bud, moving his head up and down in small movements, moving his tongue on you.

While he was exploring your cunt with his mouth, you couldn't stop the sounds of your whimpering and moaning coming from your mouth, your body squirming and trembling with every movement of his mouth on you.

"Oh, oh god," you whimpered nervously. You screwed your eyes shut, trying to calm down the uncontrollable spasms of your body, but it was just too much.

"What's wrong?" he asked, pulling his mouth from your core with a smacking noise from his lips.

"N-nothing it's just–ahm," you gulped hard when you felt his breath caress your sensitive clit. "I've never done this before," you managed to get out.

You darted a look at him, his hands were still angling your legs open for him so it was easy for him to dip his head down and plant soft wet kisses on the soft inner side of your thigh.

"Mm, why don't you just think of how good you're feeling," he offered softly. "Think of how good you're going to feel when you come all over my face," he said and then ran his tongue flatly on your thigh.

You squirmed and moaned, the crudeness of his words sent a warm sizzling wave through your body.

"Can you do that, baby? Don't hold back. Just let your body lose while I eat your pretty pussy out," he muttered.

Before you could give him a verbal reply, his tongue slid across your folds again, the only response coming out of you was in the form of a loud moan, your fingers tangling on his wet dark hair again.

Then his hands crept on your lower belly to stop you from moving, as his mouth sucked on your clit, nibbling at the soft flesh with his lips, testing you. You moaned again when the tip of his tongue swirled around your clit, but kept commanding your body to lie still and relax.

The sizzling sensation in your body grew, you could savor your release, your face and limbs growing numb as Joshua drew you closer, his mouth ravaging your cunt as if he were hungry for the taste of you. His hands pressing down your belly at the same time the tip of his tongue darted at the bud, swiftly and unstopping.

Your breath hitched and your eyes shot open, your hands clenching at his soft wet hair. "Oh–," you whimpered. "Oh, Joshua. I'm close. Don't stop. Please, don't stop."

Something inside you snapped, and you couldn't hold it any longer. A fiery wave of pleasure took over your body, your limbs succumbing to the warm trembling orgasm.

All you could hear were the high-pitched sounds of pleasure you made as you were cumming on his mouth. The whimpers and cries, moaning his name until you started panting, his tongue relentlessly flicking your clit, making it swell and ache from the stimulation.

Breathless, your fingers relaxed on his hair as you came down your high, his tongue still licking softly at your core, the flickering movement around your clit made you flinch. You let out a sharp gasp, noticing there was a small trail of drool in the corner of your mouth.

Joshua saw you wipe your lips with the back of your hand as he climbed on top of your body, licking his chapped lips, still savoring your taste in them. He dipped his head to capture your lips in his, his tongue swiftly making its way to yours so you tasted yourself in his mouth.

A moan bubbled in your chest. You had never tasted yourself in someone else's lips. You tasted slightly salty, almost had no taste at all but there was a taste in his tongue you recognized as yours.

"You taste so fucking sweet, princess," Joshua whispered as he deposited small feathery kisses on your lips.

You hummed, still languid from your orgasm but you could feel your core still spasming a little. "Joshua," you whimpered in his lips.

"Mmm? What's wrong?" he muttered, his hand cupping the side of your face.

"Want more," you muttered, pressing your lips in his.

"Don't rush. We have all night," you felt his lips smile.

"I want you, Joshua," you whispered, feeling shy at your word choice, even though it could still be open to interpretation. 

Joshua was lying on his side next to your body. He was still half dressed in his black sweatpants, his bare torso showing his muscular arms, chest and shoulders.

He smiled softly when your fingers traced an invisible line on his collarbones, almost as if they had mind on their own.

"Sure you're okay, sweetheart?" he muttered, capturing your hand in his, his fingers started tangling with yours playfully.

His hand was huge in comparison with yours, you noted the size difference, it almost looked cute. You nodded. "Yeah. I want to keep going." 

Compliant he nodded, his pierced eyebrow lifted slightly. "What do you want me to do?"

Your other hand slid down the back of his head, pulling his face closer to yours. Your lips locked on his, to capture his lower lip with your teeth, grazing the tip of your tongue against his shyly as he moaned softly on your mouth.

"Just take me, Joshua," you breathed, your lips brushing on his still. "I want you inside me."

He pressed lazy kisses on your lips. "Pretty girl is greedy," he hummed playfully. "Just came on my face and wants to come again."

You giggled, feeling shy under his teasing. "Stop it," you whispered.

His fingers tangled in your hair as he pulled you into another quick kiss.  "I have to get you ready for me first," he mumbled.

Your eyes followed him as he got out of bed, you saw his stocky back and the dimples where his muscles bulged in his shoulder blades.

"What d'you mean?" you whispered, searching for his face.

"Are you on birth control?" he asked, his voice low as he seemed to be appreciating your naked body lying on your bed.

You shook your head. "Mmm, nope," you muttered.

He nodded knowingly. His hand moved to dig in the pocket of his sweatpants. The only thing he had brought with his person was a pack of condoms, which he placed on your nightstand before removing his sweatpants and stepping out of them.

You hadn't noticed before the bulge in his pants, but you did now. It looked huge, even if it was still kept inside his underwear. The outline of his hard cock pressed on the stretchy fabric of his black underwear, there was a small wet stain where the tip of his cock rested.

Suddenly you realized that maybe he was a bit too big for your body. Your past lovers, though evidently not many, weren't as big as Joshua, and you haven't even seen the full length of his cock.

You gulped hard.

Joshua climbed back on your high bed, slumping his body beside yours again. He cupped your chin, pressing a chaste kiss on your lips.

"You're so pretty," he muttered with his sweet voice, his eyes studying your face briefly. "I knew I wanted to do this the moment I saw you standing on my doorstep, all grumpy at me in bunny pjs."

"Y-you wanted me?" you stuttered, your face blazing hot.

His lips brushed yours softly, almost kissing but not quite. "Yeah. You may not know this, princess, but you're hot when you're grumpy and flustered. I want to see more of that," he muttered on your lips.

You tried replying, but his hand was too distracting, moving from your chin to the apex between your thighs. His ring and middle finger ran down between your pussy lips, sliding in your wetness.

"Then you asked me to fuck you—my pretty neighbor. Never would've imagined that," he sighed almost as if in awe.

You flinched and your eyelids fluttered when the tip of his middle finger slipped in your entrance. Your hands grabbed at his shoulders when Joshua buried his finger inside you. "Oh, my–Joshua."

He bit his lip at the same time he grinned. God, he was insanely hot. "You like that?" he muttered, searching your eyes.

"Yes," you whimpered, feeling hot in the face. "I can take more."

He smirked but complied silently, his ring finger slipping along the middle finger, the squelching sounds from your cunt caused by his two fingers as he pumped them inside and out you deliciously.

"You want more?" he purred, the corners of his pretty lips rose.

"Please," you whimpered breathily. And you could see that he liked it, hearing your pleas.

"Baby, you're so tight," he replied softly while looking at his hand work on your cunt. "Practically sucking my fingers in."

You trapped your lower lip between your teeth and closed your eyes, feeling his fingers massage your cunt expertly. Whimpers were muffled in your mouth when Joshua crooked his fingers against your soft inner walls, the squelching noise growing even louder.

"I want to hear you, sweetheart," he reminded you, and you opened your eyes to see him. You were face to face, since he was lying on his side next to you in your bed, his hand between your thighs, stimulating your pussy, stretching its walls with his fingers.

"Joshua," you whimpered when the palm of his hand pressed on your clit, his fingers massaging your walls. The pressure in your body also to building up.

"Mm?" he hummed, pressing a soft kiss on your cheek. Then you felt his fingers scissor inside you, stretching your cunt more.

"Oh, god," you moaned above the sounds of your soaking wet pussy. "Please, Joshua. Fuck me, please. I want to feel you inside me."

His eyes widened slightly, as if something stirred inside his mind every time he heard your pleas for him.

He grinned and kissed your lips before pulling his fingers out of you. You shivered at the loss of stimulation but felt the anticipation rising in your body almost immediately when he stood yet again from your high bed.

"I want you here baby," he placed a hand on the edge of your mattress.

You moved in your bed as he got rid of his underwear, making you stop and freeze when you saw his hardened cock slap his lower abdomen.

It was large and thick, for some reason it looked heavy too, leaning to the side a little bit. You spotted a faint mark of a vein that trailed on the length of it, and that the dark pink tip of his cock looked wet in his precum.

While Joshua grabbed a condom from your nightstand and opened it, you placed your ass at the edge of your high bed, realizing that he was just as tall as his hips were just on par with yours.

Joshua rolled down the latex down his thick cock, his hands grabbing your hips to position you so that his cock aligned with your core. He bit his lower lip as he dragged his cockhead across your wet cunt, smearing your pussy lips and clit with it before stopping at your core, the crown of his cockhead teasing you slightly, making your breath hitch.

"Ready, princess?"

"'m ready," you nodded, searching for his big doe eyes, which were darkened with lust.

He grabbed your hips, supporting your legs with his arms as he started to push his hips to meet yours, his cock sliding inside your wet gummy walls so slow that you could feel him filling you up inch by inch.

It stung a little. You glanced down at where your bodies were connecting, the sight of his cock disappearing inside your cunt was so arousing that you felt a rush of heat flood inside you. You moaned in both pain and pleasure as he slid himself to the hilt, filling you up so good like you've never been before.

"You're okay?" he asked, his voice taut and breathing hard.

"Yeah," you breathed, lying back down on your bed. "'m fine."

A second later, Joshua started pushing his hips against yours, moving slowly as if he were trying to get you to adjust to him.

"You feel so fucking tight, princess," he gasped softly when he started to move faster. "So good."

He gave you a few shallow thrusts to then hoist your legs up and placed your ankles on his shoulders.

You thought the position was awkward, until Joshua pushed his length in again pressing his hips down on you, making you feel his cock buried fully inside you.

"Ahm," you tried to utter, your hands clenched in your duvet as your eyes rolled back. "You feel good too. So b-big."

You heard him chuckle. "All for you, sweetheart," he muttered, his breathy moans becoming more frequent as he thrusted his cock in and out your cunt at a delicious pace.

You opened your eyes to search his face. He was working on your body as if it were the only thing that mattered, his hands keeping your legs resting on his shoulders, his eyes taking you in, flickering down to where his cock was pushing in and out.

Your eyes followed down your lower belly, where you could feel his cockhead hitting your gummy walls each time he pushed his cock inside you.

Then, his pace started to pick up speed and depth. Almost methodically, as if he already knew you needed it without you having to verbalize it. His thrusts became more forceful–animalistic. His hands gripped your legs tighter, his arms circling on your legs to keep your body in place as he rammed his cock inside you.

Joshua had his eyes closed, his sweaty temple rested on the side of your knee as he bit down his lower lip. "Fuck, princess. You sound so fucking good too."

The lewd sounds coming from your mouth were almost foreign to you, unknown to your ears. Words coiled in your throat, broken moans trying to verbalize just how good he felt inside you. You'd whimper when you felt his cock reaching a glorious spot you didn't know could be reached, every time he hit there you felt yourself sink down in pleasure.

"Joshua, I'm–" you called in a breathy whimper.

"You're going to cum again?" he asked, and groaned softly when you nodded with your head. "Rub your clit for me. I'll cum with you."

Your fingers slipped between your pussy lips, finding your swollen clit and started rubbing, reaching your climax in just a few seconds. Joshua's generous thrusts on you and your fingers working on your clit.

A long moan came came from your mouth as tears sprung from your eyes almost instantly, your walls clenching erratically around his cock as he fucked you relentlessly through your high. 

"Oh–Joshua," you whimpered breathlessly. "Fuck. Fuck. Fuckfuckfuck."

Your eyes fluttered shut as you felt your body languidly reach its high, a rush of warmth flowed between your legs. But it was wet–it came gushing out from you, smearing on the soft side of your thighs and onto Joshua's crotch.

He groaned loudly, shoving his cock inside your cunt to his hilt, in and out, until the plunging of his hips became mindless. You opened your eyes to see his face, his furrowed brows, his parted pretty lips and the sweat that covered his face faintly.

God, he's just so fucking pretty.

In languid movements, you removed your hand from your clit and felt your arms slump on your duvet as you tried to catch your breath. Joshua's hips were coming to a stop lazily on yours as you heard him breathe hard as well.

You blinked slowly, and saw him look down his body, sneaking a finger between your bodies to run his fingertip on his pubic hair. "You squirted on me, baby," he muttered in a tone of surprise.

"That's what it was then," you said, sounding almost as surprised as him, you glanced down to find that he was covered in a glistening wetness.

His chapped lips rose in a faint smile. "Was it your first?"

You nodded with your head, still feeling breathless. "Yeah," you breathed. "It felt good."

He replied with a nod too. "I know," he panted, his chest rising and coming down in heavy breaths. "So fucking good."

He eased your legs back down on the bed as he slowly pulled out from you.

"My legs are shaking," you whispered, feeling embarrassed. 

He nodded knowingly, he gently held your shaky legs and motioned you to lie down on the center of the bed. "I'll get myself cleaned up," he muttered.

"The bathroom is the first door on the left," you muttered unconsciously as you crawled languidly to slump down on your pillows face down.

"I know," he chuckled and walked out your room.

A few moments later, you heard water running, the continuous sound of the stream seemed to calm you down from your high and you decided that you could fall asleep like that, naked in your bed and tired after all the work Joshua put you through.

You don't know how much time passed when you heard Joshua return to your bedroom, but you turned to see him picking up his things from the floor. When he found his underwear, he put it on with one swift movement.

"Leaving already?" you asked.

He lifted his head, you realized that you had startled him. "I just thought you were asleep," he explained. "I can leave if you want."

"Can you stay?" your voice sounded small.

Joshua's face seemed to relax. "Of course," he replied.

You patted the space next to your bed and he smiled softly, climbing on the bed and lying down next to you.

"D'you want to cuddle?" he asked with a small sigh. "I don't know what you like doing for aftercare."

"For what?" you mumbled.

He chuckled. "What did you usually do with your ex partners after sex?" he asked, his curious eyes locking on yours.

You shrugged. "Um, I'd usually leave. Or they just didn't stick around, dunno," you replied, frowning. "You?"

"God," he sighed, suddenly sounding disappointed. "Who you've been with?"

"A couple of idiots," you replied flatly.

He rolled his eyes and nodded briefly as if saying 'no shit', but a faint smile rose on his red lips. "Turn over," he instructed gently and you did, turning your back to him.

His strong arms encircled you, pulling you closer to his warm body on the bed. A warm sensation filled your chest, making it hard to breathe.

"This is aftercare?" you mumbled, feeling a bit uneasy.

"You don't like it? We can do summin' else if you want," you felt him shrug behind you.

A small kiss pressed on your shoulder blade, soothing you instantly. Then another, his breath brushed your skin and caused it to prickle.

"This is fine," you mumbled, closing your eyes briefly.

"Kay," he whispered.

After a brief while, it grew quiet in your bedroom. You lied so still that you could feel Joshua's heartbeat against your back, his soft breathing landing on your back.

"Are you okay?" he asked softly. "I didn't ask if I was too hard."

You swallowed. "I'm okay. I liked it hard," you answered sheepishly, in a small voice.

He let out a chuckle. "We're just warming up, princess," he muttered, placing more kisses on your back.

You giggled at the feeling of his lips in places where no one had ever kissed before.

"You're ticklish," he noticed with a soft tone. "Oh, princess. I'm going to have so much fun with you."

Your whole body was set ablaze again, a gentle reminder of what was yet to come. 

"I'm glad I asked you to do this," you mumbled with a sigh.

"You do?" he asked, his voice low but sweet.

"It felt good. I didn't think it would be this good," you sighed, feeling shy again.

Then the tip of his fingers started tracing invisible lines along your back gingerly, as he hummed a tune faintly, almost absentmindedly.

"Mmm, I'm glad you liked it," he sounded distant, and you thought that he might be dozing off. "Was it material you can put into your book?"

You glanced back to find his face, he eyed you playfully, a ghost of a smile in his lips.

"I wasn't thinking of my book," you admitted sheepishly.

"Good," he muttered, his eyes wandering to the rest of your body. "I wanted you to enjoy this."

Then you felt it again. That tingly warmth sensation on your chest, it struck you for a moment, leaving you breathless.

"Why?" you had to ask.

His eyes locked on yours again. "You were nervous," he shrugged. "It was your first time with a stranger, right?"

You nodded briefly.

"Though you did say you like me," the corners of his lips rose. "A lot, if I remember correctly."

You groaned, sinking your face back to your pillow and that made him laugh. "Ohmygod," you mumbled.

The gentle caress of his fingers reached the small of your back and moved to the side of your glute. You heard him sigh softly when your skin prickled, and you could imagine that he was smiling.

"What's wrong, princess?" he asked sweetly. "Were you lying? Was it the heat of the moment?"

You could tell he was teasing you, but the fingers on your skin were too distracting. Even the sound of his voice was alluring.

His fingers moved from your back and found your jaw, he lifted your face from the pillow and you found his eyes. "Mm? Tell me," he insisted.

Was he really that egotistical? You brushed his hand from your jaw and he laughed quietly.

"I wasn't lying," you mumbled sheepishly, feeling like it was easier to be honest.

Joshua's mouth curved into a smile. It looked somewhat endearing, as if he found you cute.

He bent down and locked his lips with yours, his hand cupping the side of your face as his lips moved on yours passionately. Then he planted small lazy kisses on your lower lip and chin and went back to cuddling you. 

"Joshua?" you muttered.

"Mm?"

You turned in his embrace, finding his face. "I wanna go again," you mumbled sheepishly.

His eyebrows arched up and he laughed. "Right now?"

You nodded, a bit too eagerly. "I want you again. Please?"

Joshua's hand moved to cup your face, his mouth pressed on yours, slowly locking his lips with yours. You parted your lips to give access to his tongue, and he moaned in resignation.

"So hard for me to say no."

✮ a/n: ahhh this reader is my most personal one because i suffer from insomnia (˘･_･˘) anyway, if you liked this feel free to let me know with a like, reblog, comment, whatever you prefer wink wink

✮ this was edited in 17.03.2024

✮ READ PART 2 !! ✮

[sweetmusingss]

I practically lit up when seeing the contact name 'Daddy 🥰💕' come across my screen, showing me that you were calling. I couldn't even leave you waiting or pretend like I wasn't on my phone, too eager to talk to you. I already missed you tons and I knew the two of us were usually cuddling in bed at this point so I was probably going to be up late tonight. "Hi, my love," I speak sweetly as I settled back against my pillows, clutching my Squishmallow to my chest. "How are you? How's your mom?," I ask you, my heart racing just from hearing your voice.

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Gerard decided to keep his mouth shut for now about your comments about Kayleigh. It was clear as day to him how jealous you were of Frank's relationship but he didn't have the time or the energy to dissect how dysfunctional you and Frank were. He just needed to get his best friend in well enough shape to get his ass on stage tonight. He shook his head when seeing the state Ray was in, having had enough of Frank at this point. He looked back at you, not even knowing what to say. He was hopeful you could get through to him, though. 

Frank looked up when you walked up to his bunk, about to yell because he thought it was one of his bandmates again. No one would leave him alone and he just wanted to be left alone. He was shaking, his eyes completely red from crying since you had left. "W-What are you doing here?," he asked you, a harsh bite in his tone but it wasn't really personal. He was just so far gone at this point and he felt like the walls were closing in on him. 

"My mom is good, she is very happy to not be dealing with empty nest syndrome for the weekend. It's weird being here, in my childhood bedroom, with her just a few rooms away... definitely different to be doing this willingly as an adult." He chuckles, settling into his bed. Luckily, they had switched out his childhood twin sized bed for a full size one. His room was still the same exact way it had been when he left for college. "How are you, my love? How is the loft? Evans hasn't burned it down yet, right?"

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Some of my anger drifted away as soon as I saw the state Frank was in. His eyes were bright red and it was obvious that he had been crying, his entire body shaking and I just wanted to cuddle him in but I had to keep reminding myself that he wasn't mine to care for anymore. He had his girlfriend and that's who was allowed to cuddle him, not his ex-girlfriend-turned-kindof-friend. I couldn't deny that hearing him refer to Kayleigh as his 'girlfriend' had hit me a lot harder than I anticipated. I never called Anthony my fiance, he was just... Anthony. I scoff a bit when I hear the tone in his voice, annoyed that he was being abrasive towards me. "I'm here to save you because apparently your friends think I'm the only one on the planet who can." I climb into his bunk, sitting in front of him. "What's wrong, Frank? Gerard told me you're refusing to go on stage..."

[teacherunicorn]

I wanna talk about sensory issues!

So I see a lot of people complain about sensory overload/discomfort, but only ever in the classic five senses way. While I can go on a rant about problems I have with four out of five of these, my hearing sensory issues aren't so much sound based as they are vibration based.

Like, the pipes in the wall aren't really making a perceptible noise, but I still can't sleep pressed against the wall without a squishmallow barrier cuz touching the wall makes the vibrations inside echo back into me like some kind of tuning fork.

I don't really have a fitting metaphor for it, but for now let's go with the stupid desk toy with the balls that clack back and forth. Even though the balls in the middle aren't moving, they're picking up the vibrations and transferring them back and forth between the two on the end, hence the clackity clack clack.

Except I don't have anything to transfer this to. It all just gets absorbed like soundproofing foam then doesn't go anywhere. The clack doesn't stop either, unless acted on by an outside source, so it just kinda builds until I explode. Or implode, meltdown, what have you.

It's naptime for the small children whilst I'm writing this, and there is soft music playing. It should be in no way overwhelming. But the notes spread though my body and echo in my skull like an amphitheater and I can't really decide if the acoustics are amazing or terrible.

This is for music playing in an open room that is otherwise quiet. I have similar music that I sometimes listen to on my headphones, and yet I don't get this feeling then. The headphones have fancy noise cancelling technology though, so they block out all of those noises that aren't really making noise so the only input is the music.

Tbh, I'm not really sure what I'm saying either. I just know that the song ended on the naptime track just now and I felt the tension leave my shoulders in the moment of quiet in between songs, only to have it come right back when the next song started.

I know this isn't as cohesive as my last mental health rant, and I'm sorry. I just had to put this feeling somewhere, and this site is usually a good place to scream into the void with PVP.

[namism]

college rooming with: sabo

➳ category: college au · established relationship · gender neutral reader

➳ warning: none

Sabo doesn’t dorm on campus. He owns the campus.

Kidding aside, Sabo’s family is affluent and his grandparents run the university. His grandmother is the President and his grandfather is the Dean. His father is a professor in the Humanities department who also happens to be one of your professors.

That said, Sabo is freer than most because he has the faculty on his side, so when he asks his grandfather if he can move out of the dorms yet still keep his room halfway through freshman year, he’s permitted by the office.

So now, with the power of the Dean, Sabo basically has three places to call home. One on campus, one where he grew up, and one in a nearby condominium.

All those places at 18.

Naturally, this bit of information surprises you when you learn about it, but as time passes you become accustomed to it.

Before dating you, Sabo would have you swing by his campus dorm because it was more convenient. At that time, he was preparing for his finals so staying at the dorm was a better approach.

You studied with him after building your personal space at the corner of the room. When it was time for a break, you would stop and pull him to the couch to cuddle.

It was a cycle of studying and cuddling until finals ended. When your schedules were less hectic, he would bring you to his apartment off campus.

And now as his significant other, he wants you to hang out at his place off campus more than the onsite dorm. This is because you’ve made the mutual decision to get used to living together until your parents approve it, and so far you’re both doing a great job.

Rooming with Sabo is very domestic and sweet. It feels like you’re out of college sometimes. You have a personal drawer in his bedroom—which is also your room at this point—and traces of you are littered around his flat. Your skincare products are mixed in with his, your Squishmallows are often used as couch pillows, and your favorite snacks are stored in the pantry.

Your influence is prominent in the living room layout and the way the kitchen is organized. Bits and pieces of you are everywhere in Sabo’s flat that it no longer belongs to him but also to you.

Cooking and cleaning are assigned to whoever wants to do them, but you find yourself taking these chores as of late while Sabo helps in the background. To return the favor, he takes care of all the bills for being a good partner to him.

You refuse this practice at first but end up allowing it, after thorough convincing.

In terms of hygiene, you and Sabo are in the clear. You’re both hygienic and it’s reflected on the organized apartment with squeaky clean marble floors and white bricked walls that look freshly painted.

You’re both living in a modern day aesthetic apartment and it motivates you to clean all the time because everything is so bright. This fact also influences you to be physically clean.

Curfew is non-existent since you’re always with Sabo when you go home late anyway. Since you don’t permanently live at his, if you ever stay past his usual bedtime because of school matters, you’ll crash over at a friend’s dorm instead because it’s more convenient. Sabo is fine with this as long as he knows you’re safe.

As for transportation, it’s not an issue. Sabo is the type of guy to charmingly have everything so it’s expected that he has a car . . . sorry, correction. It’s expected that he has a lot of cars.

He isn’t a car fanatic but he isn’t ignorant either. Having more than one vehicle did stress him out when he first moved in the condo because every flat was only entitled to one parking lot each. Additional parking space required a huge fee.

Stressed out, Sabo ended up buying additional lots instead. So really, transportation is not an issue. If he’s in a good mood, he’d even let you choose which car to drive.

Overall, rooming with Sabo is a good experience especially if you’re in an established relationship. If you aren’t with him yet, he’s still pretty good because he’s willing to help whenever and with whatever you need help in. He’s the type of person who you can trust to never neglect his duties, so he’s one to look out for if you want a good roommate (and a good boyfriend) during your college years.

[bluravenite]

Do you do ghoul HCs? If so how do you see everyone's personality?

I have talked so much with my moot friends about this!! To be honest a LOT of our HCs make no sense,, I'll list a couple below the cut!!✍️✍️

There’s a LOT…

Dew is afraid of children (he doesn't know how to interact,, they freak him out)

Dew absolutely sneaks into the kitchen at night, mountain might make him a sandwich if he's there

(dew isn't allowed in the kitchen,,, he's burnt things before)

Dew gets really soft and mushy if you catch him at the right time,, woken up hungry?? Feral demon,,, cuddled in bed woken up by soft kisses?? Mushy baby, you might even get kissed back,, but if he wakes up too much he's like "fuck off I’m to sleep!"

Aether always has a banana,, how?? Banana pockets, no I will not argue.

He keeps extra banana stashes hidden in his room and in the walls (rain keeps them for him)

He took so many bananas from the kitchen imperator had to limit him to 1 banana a day per ghoul,, sometimes the ghouls are nice and give him theirs so he can have extras though

Rain lives in the walls,, absolute gremlin,,

Rain likes to be paid in dabloons (he calls chocolate coins dabloons, he will eat the wrapper too) I cannot explain this one… it just happened…

Rain keeps Chex mix boxes inside the walls,, i also cannot explain this one but all the rain has belong to @ghostsseeghosts

I also believe Rain is a slimy boy,, not intentionally,, he’s just unusually moist at times…

Swiss enjoys those sensory dancing vegetable videos, no he's not high, he just likes dancing vegetables....

I remember making one about the kind of coffee they’d get with @nocturnal-birb ,, dew would def get like a frap with extra whipped cream and caramel fsr,,, I think mountain would enjoy his coffee black because it’s more “earthy” i think,, I don’t remember some of the rest bc i have shit memory dhjgfdhjgf

I also remember a hc I made with birb about what if Mountain’s room floor was just covered in soil lmao,, so maybe the ghoulettes saw that mountain really liked being barefoot in the garden (this is a partial projection bc I really like being barefoot in damp soil hsjfhfjhf) so they put some garden beds in his room where he can soak his feet while he cares for his plants :)

He’d also have vertical planters I think,, total plant dad,,

The ghouls have plushies,, like a lot of them,, it started off as a cute playful joke,, where cumulus gave dew a plushie because Aether and rain had their own, and Swiss was like “none for me??” So cumulus got more,, and then they just began gifting each other plushies

Dew has the most plushies bc he says he hates them even though he will 100% snuggle up with them when it gets cold in the abbey,,

They do cuddle piles with squishmallows,, rain gets squished too,, mountain is the little spoon

I think Swiss is actually a bit insecure about his fashion sense, I imagine he enjoys fashion but he rarely talks about it unless it’s with Aether and cumulus who 100% support his fashion choices and help him pick outfits,, he likes vintage and somewhat feminine styles also,, sometimes cumulus does his eyeliner! It really builds his confidence but he tends to overthink it a lot and so usually on a bad day you’ll see him wearing solid colors or blacks,, and on good days he’ll wear flowy fabrics, nice patterns, and very sexy silhouettes!!

Aether really likes rolling up his sleeves,, that’s a fact.

I think cirrus likes pants a lot,, she’ll wear big pants, flowy pants, crazy pants, tight leather pants, Amy fun pants, she likes pants,,,

Cumulus likes fluffy clothes,, idk why, she just does,,

Sunshine really enjoys sundresses (pun not originally intended),, but she enjoys dresses with pockets… although she has to wears shorts underneath bc she will hang down from the ceiling if prompted,, or unprompted….

Swiss likes peanut butter,, dew hates it,, they both eat it straight out of the jar with a spoon… nobody knows why..

This is also a personal thought,,, but I’m at least 69% sure half the ghouls have fucked papa fjhjfghgjk (especially terzo and omega but also the ghouls and copia lmao,,)

I think as for personalities rain is a secret menace,, dew is a rage baby, Aether very much the dad friend of the group, so is cumulus,, i think cirrus is very stern but loving, sunshine,,, MENACE,, WORSE THAN DEW,, will scream into your eardrums if she thinks its funny sdfhjgh… Swiss,,, Swiss is like an idiot with a dick lmao,, absolute himbo i think,, as well as mountain, i think mountain is very chill but can be playful and even scary if he wants,,

as for sexualities I’m pretty sure most of them are some form of bi, pan, or curious,, I wouldn’t say they’re strictly a polycule but I’d say they def delve!!

I also have some comfort Swiss headcanons!! If you want those <3

There’s always too many ghoul headcanons to be able to fit all of them in one post!! But lmk if you like these and if you want more I’ll definitely write them down next time jshfhsjfgsjhf💖💖🫶

[bonny-kookoo]

Jungkook: Am I Cool Yet? (3)

In which Jungkook thinks your eyes are kind of really fucking cool and cute.

Tags/Warnings: Kangaroo Hybrid!Jungkook, Sheep hybrid!Reader, part of my unconventional hybrid series I'm starting, University AU, mc has a stutter when shes nervous, mentions of mild bullying (nothing physical), mc owns an illegal amount of squishmallows, sports fanatic kook but what's new, strangers to lovers, romance and fluff!

Additional Chapter Warnings: they're both idiots, but we love them, misunderstanding, like big time

Chapter length: mid/long

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Over the course of time, you became really good at hiding.

As a sheep hybrid you're naturally nervous whenever you're on your own and without a 'herd'. It was basically just a fancy word for friends and family, to be honest, but at the end of the day the fact still stands. And due to Jungkook clearly regretting what happened, you had decided to just take the burden of the awkward conversations off of him, and avoid the kangaroo boy altogether.

Not knowing that he's just confused as hell now.

He knows he shouldn't have rushed so hard- he probably made it all awkward and you uncomfortable, and he lets his head fall onto the table at lunch when he notices the way you walk into the cafeteria- just to spot him and make a run for it again.

He really fucked up.

He'd completely ruined his chances with you for good reason, and that pisses him off even further. Because he did what he always thought he'd never do- who the fuck kisses their crush the first fucking time they're over for a visit? Exactly, only guys who think solely with their dicks, and jungkook had been convinced he wasn't one of them.

But it seems like he is.

He tries to catch you after classes, but it seems like you're already long gone by the time he gets his bike. He feels defeated going home, his feet unable to quite push into the pedals the way he'd usually do- no strength left in his bones, even when it starts to rain. He searches for shelter when it starts pouring heavily, underneath the small storefront of a 24/7 shop, when he notices who's standing there, shivering right next to him in clothes soaked to the bones.

It's you.

He's frozen in place as he watches the water droplets collect at the tips of your hair before they fall down, the material of your pastel colored shirt underneath your soft jacket damp and clinging to your skin- a sight that fuels thoughts he doesn't want to have right now. He should say something, now could be the only chance, but he's scared that real life won't work like all the cheesy anime shows he's been binge watching for years at this point. Maybe he should just shut up and wait for you to-

But oh, then you look up at him with your precious eyes, and he's a slave dropped right at your feet.

"I-" He starts, before he clears his throat, hands gripping the handles of his bike. "I uh.. I'm sorry. For what happened." He says out loud to you, and you've got the audacity to just lean your head to the side a little in confusion, the white sheep ears flicking a little to get the water off of them, and he wants to punch a wall because why are you so cute?

"Why're you apologizing?" You ask, and he looks at you a bit confused as well now.

"Cause- you avoided me today and I think it's because of the kiss? Because I rushed shit and made you uncomfortable, and I just wanted to make sure you know that that's not.. like, that's not what I planned to do, I swear I'm not like that-" he rambles nervously, until your hand pulls on the material of his sweater sleeve to cut him off.

"I'm not mad." You giggle, and now he's absolutely confused.

"But- why did you run from me today?" He asks, making you shrug.

"I- people think I'm weird, so I didn't want them to think you're weird too for hanging out with me.." you say, pouting and looking down a little, making him hop down from his bike, the metal of its frame hitting the concrete but he doesn't care- and neither does he about the way your wet clothes cling to one another when he hugs you.

"I don't care about others." He mumbles into your hair, while your arms wrap around his body as well, making him smile. "I thought you hated me." He sighs out, making you shake your head.

"No no, never!" You argue back, and he chuckles when he spots your tail wiggle as he watches from above. "In fact.. I-I actually l..liked the k-kiss.." you stutter, and his eyes widen as he continues to hold you like this for a bit longer.

"I- you did?" He asks himself, and when you nod, he's glad you can't see the way he blushes.

"Hmhm.." you answer shyly. "I.. like you." You confess, and he has to summon all self-restraint to not run out and yell into the rain because fuck-

You liked his kiss.

You like him.

[princessbeebee]

Squishmallow Scare and Peter Bucky Barnes x regressed!reader

I have been obsessed with squishmallows lol so I decided to write this. If anyone has any suggestions my asks are open ♡

word count: 1.7k 

Mute!regressed!reader 

Y/N had accumulated a bunch of squishmallows since Bucky loved spoiling his baby. Almost every time he’d go to the store he would actively search for any squishmallows. Steve has also looked for them before when the store opens just to get the one she wanted even though she would rarely ask for them. 

Bucky would hear her talk about new ones that come out and so he would try and get them, even with Steve's help. Y/N woke up from a scary nightmare and Bucky was gone. Bucky had left for an emergency in Canada of all places and was arriving that morning. She wanted to wake up peacefully but obviously, her brain chose violence. 

She turned over in their shared bed and reached for the squishmallow that fell onto the floor when she was sleeping. The sun shone through the window causing her to strain her just closed eyes. She was sweaty and just did not want to be an adult today. So she headed to the living room where the other half of her many squishes were located. She also had a designated room that was next to Bucky’s office that was her playroom. She went up to the ten squishes and gathered them up to put them back into the playroom. 

She placed ten of them on their couch since she was home alone and needed company. The playroom had a light pink wall with a bookshelf filled with coloring books and children's books, a small comfortable couch, a bean bag, a small table, and of course all her squishes and other toys. The squishmallows were in the corner of the room and piled up. She dumped them on top of each other carefully and stared at them. She sleepily bent down and moved some over to make a hole. She then crawled into it and laid down on the fluffy carpet and had all the squishes cover her body. 

She hugged one to her chest and heard the front door open and her Bucky shout out “drăguță!” Y/N stayed quiet while Bucky searched each room for her. She decided to scare him when he called for her. Bucky walked inside the playroom, where she usually was when regressed, and looked around for her. She heard his footsteps approach where the squish pile was. When it got quiet she rose suddenly which made Bucky jump and scream. “Oh my god you scared me so bad Y/N” Bucky exclaimed. She chuckled as Bucky gave her his hand so she could stand up. She still held her favorite squish as Bucky pecked her lips. He had noticed that something was off. Usually, she was talking his ear off, but she was quiet. He had experienced this a couple of times with her, she went mute when she hadn’t regressed in a while. His absence had caused her to not be able to regress since she had become accustomed to him aiding her in her regression. 

He looked at her fondly and asked “Do you need my care honey?” She just nodded and he put his arms around her waist and commanded a quiet “up”. He held her in his arms and spun her around which caused her to smile. “Is that your baby? They are very cute.” He patted the squishes head with one hand as he balanced her on his hip. “I know you’re regressed Y/N, but I will just tell you about my flight back because oh was it eventful,” Bucky said as he sat down on the playroom couch. “So I was heading to the airport and saw one of the stores that sell squishmallows and I saw that they had the mystery ones you wanted so I had to get you a couple of bags!” She squealed with joy as Bucky sat her down on the couch and walked out into the living room to grab the bag he got. She hopped on her butt in excitement as he walked back in with the colorful reusable bag. He had bought her six of the mystery bags each of them 8 inches.

She bit her lip and did grabby hands to the bag. Bucky just chuckled and placed the bag next to your lap. She dumped the bag onto the couch and a couple fell off of it. Bucky just placed the fallen ones with the others as she adamantly opened one of them. “These are not like any of the ones I have gotten you before, they are scented, but I am not sure if all of them smell like marshmallows or if they all have different smells. The bag doesn’t say but I am sure your nose will figure it out huh baby” Bucky explained. She struggled with opening the bag so she grunted and held it out towards Bucky. He smiled and dug in his pocket to grab his abalone shell pocket knife to cut it open. “Here honey you’re too small let me do it.” “And remember to never touch a sharp object, only me ok?” He asked while giving her a wink. 

She blushed as he handed her one bag. “Ooooo which one did you get princess!” He exclaimed. The scent of chocolate was overwhelming but comforting as she pulled out the green dragon. She beamed as she hugged the small green creature. Bucky continued cutting the tops open and handing them to her. She just squealed in joy as she pulled out each stuffie giving each a kiss and hug. Surprisingly Bucky had gotten each squish in the series, so Y/N was happy. He would grab one and smell it to attempt to figure out each scent. He’d hold out the stuffie for her to sniff also as he listed off his guesses of each scent, which she’d either respond with shaking her head yes or no. He would list off weird guesses like “grass” or “slime scent”, which would just make her laugh. Her favorite had to be the unicorn since she smelled like flowers.

 “So how about a snack, you know Peter is coming over today right?” Her head shot up and looked towards Bucky. She hadn’t played with Peter in so long since he was moving into the tower and preparing to work as a full-time avenger. Y/N and Peter were regressors, but the only issue is that Tony was his caregiver and had passed away the year before. This caused him to struggle to regress, which would affect his crime-fighting. Luckily, Y/N, Bucky, and Steve had helped him get back to his old self, but being an Avenger was hard. Bucky and Y/N walked into their shared kitchen to have a quick snack before Steve and Peter came over. 

She sat at the table and watched her caregiver cut fresh strawberries into tiny pieces for her. She eventually ate all her strawberries and patiently waited for Peter to arrive so she could play with her. She had never been mute when Peter came over to play, so Bucky knew to explain to Peter why she isn’t talking to him and how she is not being rude to him. Thankfully, Steve texted Bucky and told him that Peter was about 8 years old today. Bucky had completely forgotten to ask Y/N what age she was today, so he asked and she held up four fingers. “Aw such a good baby thank you for showing me four fingers, you’re so smart,” He cooed. 

Steve came in with Peter rushing inside to find his friend Y/N. She got a little frightened by the rush and cowered and hid her face with the purple unicorn. Bucky placed a soothing hand on her arm as Steve reprimanded Peter for not keeping his composure. “Peter I told you she is younger than you right now. I know you are excited to see her but you need to apologize for giving her a scare,” Steve said. Peter walked up with his green plastic dinosaur with a sad look and apologized to her. Peter sat directly in front of her on the floor as she sat on the couch rubbing her unicorns fur. “Hey! I said I was sorry Y/N! Why are you ignoring me,” Peter whined. Steve quickly told him to lower his voice since the whining made her cower. 

Bucky then explained why Y/N was acting the way she was. Peter seemed to understand that it was not his fault at all and seemed to get embarrassed. However, this made Peter even more caring of her. He felt the need to be protective of her now, to be her big brother. He quickly placed his favorite big green T-Rex next to her thigh as Peter ran to her playroom. Steve just sat and let Peter do what he wanted to do. Peter then came rushing back in taking all the squishes he could grab in his hands and bringing them inside the living room. He then placed them all on the couch which made her smile at Peter. He knew your dolls were like a security blanket to you. 

You two played together for the whole day. Peter mostly would tell you stories he made up in his brain about dinosaurs and robots which would make you smile. He also helped you eat dinner, which was dino nuggets, french fries, and a Capri sun. He’d even give you an extra nugget just because he felt bad. Dessert was a pudding cup with sprinkles in it. Eventually, it was 8 pm which was your bedtime, Peter did not want to leave and pleaded that he stay the night. So Steve agreed and left him there with Bucky.

Both Y/N and Peter slept in the playroom on foldable beds that could be turned into chairs. A night light was turned on near the door as Bucky set up their beds. He opened the closet and pulled out two fuzzy princess and robot blankets for the two. Y/N walked up to her squish pile and handed Peter a dog squishmallow to sleep with. He ruffled her hair and said thanks as they both cuddled in their beds. Bucky stood by the door and smiled at the two. Y/N hugged two of her new squishes and wished that she had more to cuddle.

Drăguță -  Cutie in Romanian

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[themrswallace]

Squishmallows for sale on ebay: Pinned link to our shop.

Putting this here so it's easy to find for any curious fellow squish collectors and because stock NEEDS to go due to a split-second decision to adopt pug sisters ASAP following a lowkey breakdown at bingo (I WAS EMOTIONAL, OKAY!) where my soul instantly knew they were mine and long story short, the "No dogs ever" plan became "WE GOTTA GET THESE GIRLS HOME! NO DISCUSSIONS". --- So yeah, We're adopting pugs and my original "Have this as a part-time, whenever I see a good squish to sell" plan, has become a shift everything so they have all the space and I can spoil them with the proceeds thing because yes, instead of fuelling my squish collecting, it's gonna go to cute lil outfits for them which yes, I will post via IG and on here at times. Basically, what's left of current stock is gonna finish going up soon, and then after that, our eBay is gonna be for one-off random things and squishes from my collection that inevitably, I decide to sell to loving homes. Until then, it's just leftover stock and size swaps! Our shop can be found under rebeccahn879 --- If you ever spot a squish you're after via my IG pics and wanna make a deal then don't be afraid to drop me a line, the right price in certain situations could make me part with a few from my personal collection, plus it makes space on my wall so double win. As usual, funny business will result in reports and blocking, and rude customers get added to my dick files. Happy squishmallows buying and don't forget to check out our lil corner of squish!

[chil2de]

Oh take as long as you need love, hope you were able to get the furniture you wanted and that the remodelling’s going well, love you - 🥰

i will sell you my entire soul, a kidney or literally a lung for ur forgiveness because i’ve been mia for ages LMFAOO

i’ll talk about myself afterwards!!! i heard about your exams baby, i’m so fucking happy that you passed! i had a premonition since the start and i knew you had it in you :D believe me when i say i started grinning, u better have celebrated and treated urself to some nice things!!!!!!!

congrats on the reread! i have to give major kudos in the first place that you even had the patience to go through with it in the first place, no because seriously that’s genuine dedication it’s mindblowing. like. you would sit there and read through all my old works?🥺🥺 ur my no.1 contender of giving me heart problems istgggg

i’m totally fine if you wanna keep sending asks instead, i genuinely don’t mind and i’d prefer for you to be comfortable. so whatever you do end up choosing, i’ll support it regardless!

it’s been a while so maybe you read up on the jjk manga? mayhaps? lemme know, cause i’m interested to hear about it! i swear jjk came back as well, i saw some of the recent chapters briefly

the jjk shirts sold out super fast but i managed to grab a white one with four panels of the curses on em, the one with jougo, m*hito sukuna and someone else who is probably not of importance if i can’t remember their name LMAO— it’s nice!! the material is 100% cotton so its one of those stiff-er(?) shirts, 10/10 would recommend for you to get one the next time they’re in stock again

i remember very faintly how i said i’d recommend you some anime LMFAO excuse me it’s 5am as i write this but i was extremely hellbent on getting back to you before sleep <3 dont wanna worry ya

you should totally check out oregairu whenever you can, or maybe violet evergarden? they’re not similar in any way shape or form to gintama, jjk, hq etc but.. they hold a special place in my heart ;; i suck at explaining without accidentally spoiling things or rambling for ages so check out the blurb for them whenever you can ! plus the animation in ve is absolutely stunning

and yeah, i’m from england! i get you completely djghdhg it’s just because most fic writers are american so at a certain point i just wired it into my brain, then whenever i meet someone who’s from england i just get so excited it’s like ?? wow?? you know what anime is? i hope that doesn’t sound rude LMAO it’s just how i said before that the lack of anything anime related here is horrid. esp waterstones, like you said. god that’s awful. i recently caught up on the haikyuu manga online but i wanna support the author by buying the volumes and they’re literally sold out or sold in strange numbers </3

aside from that, how have you been?? taking care of yourself? happy september, btw! it’s basically autumn now, an absolute shocker of a fact but i’m trying my first ever psl whenever starbucks releases them here~

tysm as per usual for your kind complimentsss AAAA u have no right!! absolutely no right to make me blush. genuinely a crime, you should be locked away and kept under supervision :<<< thank youuuu you are the sweetest angel to walk this earthhh~

i’m starting to slowly try to ease myself back into writing for gintama lmaoo, it’s a slow process but i’ll get there eventually!! just gotta wait for my hyperfixations to shift, is all

as for me, the remodelling’s going pretty good! i’ve picked up most of the things i’ve needed like paint, new led strips and bed sheets. i made a grave mistake of buying a mirror from ebay and it smashed in transit LGMHJJD it’s okay you can laugh cause i totally did too, so i’m going up to ikea again next week to get that plus a bed because mine broke? it just.. collapsed? also very funny i promise you it’s not tragic at all <3

thinking of covering up a wall where my pc’s going to go with manga panels, especially haikyuu and blue lock (another sports manga, it’s about football! 10/10 would recommend) because the panels are just *chefs kiss* especially... miya atsumu... damn like timeskip tsumie just hits so different idk why, plus some sneaky gintama panels to help me forget that i still haven’t watched the movie and refuse to watch it. that’s a lie, actually. i got 30 mins in before i quit cause it felt like i was going to violently sob /j

sorry if i missed anything that you said! pinky promise i read it but my brain might’ve short circuited, u definitely have permission to bully me into it if i did forget (i say this like you’re not a kind soul and you wouldn’t just remind me nicely in a soft tone LMAO)

yeah!!! they do have cutouts, they shouldn’t let me and u near them tho cause we’ll end up taking a few home LMAO

first class tickets hell yeahhhh here we go🥺🥺🥺 i call dibs on paying for the shinkansen!!! we can go to the anime district, get some cool merch! akihabara? i think? pretty sure! also does japan sell squishmallows? everyone keeps talking about them but no one sells them in the uk... i want to expand my stuffed animal collection but build a bear charges like 40 quid for no good reason (that sentence in itself was the epitome of being british)

alright that’s a goodnight from me! i hope you’re having an absolutely great day/night/ evening, if not, hope it’s tolerable instead (:

take a sip of water<3