#saw the opportunity for a meme so i took it

[levbolton]

[alien-bluez]

Sir this is a Wendy's

[lenny-zesty]

in case anyone was wondering why i've been quieter this past week

[fangbunny]

Wow… the local McDonald’s is really excited about TOTK… they’re so right… love this for them

[homophobicranch]

when u do a spotify listening party for a new album you've Obviously gotta immediately rickroll ur bestie

@homohabu

[kingkatsuki]

Thinking about a silly accidental confession with Kaji, because you just know he would have an entire photo album dedicated to you on his phone!!

It wasn’t unusual for you and Kaji to share phones, even though you weren’t dating. Swapping devices so you could create each other custom playlists for whatever new artist you were listening to that week, or searching through each others sound cloud to try and find that song you’d heard playing in a local music venue before the show.

The pair of you were so comfortable with each other that you knew each others passcodes, a fact that Hiragi took great delight in when he’d found out. Claiming that you could find out all of Kaji’s deep, dark secrets— causing his best friend to shoot him a glare across the table as he bit down on the hard peach candy he’d been sucking to stop himself from throwing back a retort.

But Hiragi was right— there was a huge secret that he’d been hiding from you, and one he was certain he’d take to his grave because there was no way you’d ever feel the same.

Kaji had left his phone on the coffee table as he’d got up to use the bathroom, giving you the perfect opportunity to pick it up and unlock it like you usually would. Intent on adding a new song you’d found by a local artist to his current playlist in the hopes of being able to drag him to one of their shows later this month. Typing in the digits across the screen as it unlocked and you were met with his photo gallery, not wanting to pry or come across an accidental lewd (no matter how curious you were) as your thumb moved to swipe out of the app but you paused when you noticed it.

Row upon row of photos of you. Candids mostly— of you smiling while sitting across the table in Pothos from him, ones where you were walking ahead of him beside Tsubaki as he lingered back, or your face pressed against the glass of an arcade machine as you tried to aim for a plushie inside. Along with selfies the pair of you had taken together, some with the ridiculous Snapchat filters Kaji had sworn he despised and barked at you to delete— bunny ears or fake blush filters on his cheeks, along with individual selfies of yourself that you had sent to him. And there was even screenshots of your conversations, or flirty and silly memes you’d sent each other.

And that’s the moment you looked up at the title of the album to see “My Everything <3” typed out. Feeling your heart begin to swell inside your chest as you were certain it would exert pressure against your rib cage and burst free, he really did feel the same.

“What are you doin’?” Kaji flopped back down beside you on the couch, his thigh nudging yours as he glanced over to his phone in your hands as he saw it, and for the first time since held known you he tried to snatch his phone from between your fingers roughly, “Give that back.”

“No.” You held it out of his reach as Kaji practically leaned his entire body over you to try and retrieve it, leaving your faces inches from each others as you met his steel-blue gaze, “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I didn’t think you felt the same,” His jaw locked as he tried to fight the awkward sensation that throbbed in his tummy, certain he’d ruined everything he already had with you because he had to go and catch feelings, “It’s stupid, I’m sorry I’ll delete it—”

“Why wouldn’t I?” You cut him off as you tilted your head to the side in confusion, and Kaji thought you looked so adorable it took every fiber of his being not to lean forward and smash his lips against yours.

“Why wouldn’t you what?” Kaji felt his throat start to tighten as his mouth felt dry, his Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed thickly to try and quell the feeling. Wishing he had a lollipop between his lips to stop himself from exploding as he tried to focus.

“Why wouldn’t I feel the same?” You gave him a soft smile as you dropped his phone onto the couch beside you in favour of cradling his jaw in your palm, feeling him lean into your warmth as your thumb stroked his cheek, “Because you’re my everything too.”

And that was all it took to have Kaji bridging the gap as he pressed his lips to yours in a gentle kiss.

[victorbutnotreally]

OMG I'M FINALLY FINDING A BLOG WHICH IS MY CUP OF TEA. YOU'RE AWESOMEEEEE

i have an idea but i can't write for shit, so i'll give it to my favorite tumblr writer (which is youuu)

smau where han messages the wrong number and it's some guy from like another country. and they become friends and then han comes to find out that his text pal is actually a celeb he fanboys over.

(bonus points if mn knows han as well)

OMG

A/N: Love that!! Thank you sm for requesting <3 (I can't title things for the life of me, so you can ask for a different title in the replies and I'll change it) French music makes writing so much more fun. warnings: slight swearing blue {} - han purple {} - Mn

{Oh. How nice of this person to wish me a good practice session.

"Is he getting here anytime soon?" Minho's voice echoed through the practice room.

"I'll ask!"

When he opened his phone again to change the number, he saw a familiar figure in the random person's profile picture. Mn Ln. Finally, someone who he can rant about the Mn Ln. }

{ Great. Got my hopes up for nothing }

{ Naturally, Mn wouldn't want his personal number leaked. So he lied. He was surprised at how smooth that was, but hey, it's text. He wanted to know more, though. Is that narcissistic?

He set his coffee mug down on his nightstand and looked a lot more like a contortionist as he continued to text, the risk of spilling coffee being gone now. }

{ Being called the best vocalist ever was certainly not something he expected. He was great, sure, but the best? Not when Freddie Mercury has music out there. But he'll take that compliment.

He was impressed at the fan. 'Achilles, my love" was one of his more niche songs, having been written when he was only 15 when he got completely shattered after reading 'The Song of Achilles' and decided to pour his heart and soul into a song which he released years later.}

{They don't know Mn yet, but who wouldn't like him after listening to Achilles my love? The way Jisung made the members listen to Mn's music was like a little kid making their parents watch Frozen. But the members never complained, the music was really good. Would they roll their eyes when Jisung keeps sending Mn memes into the groupchat? Sure. Did they have certain parts of certain songs memorized because Jisung kept watching his edits on repeat? Oh yes. }

{Mn didn't want his identity leaked. He had to think of a name quick. Chris, as in Bang Chan from Stray Kids was what came to mind. }

At the Paris Fashion Week

{Jisung found a spot away from the cameras and was texting 'Chris'. After a few months of them being 'text pals', he was pretty fond of the random citizen. But despite the sheer amount of songs, pictures, and videos he's sent of Mn, 'Chris' was never as obsessed with him as Jisung was.}

{Holding a glass of champagne in his hand and dearly missing his coffee, Mn who was decked head to toe in Hermes, makes his way over to the figure he recognized as Han Jisung of Stray Kids. How he loved that band. He was listening to Han's song 'Volcano' on the way there. As he goes to talk to him, his eyes caught onto the rapper's phone screen. And by instinct, he accidentally read a few texts. Texts that were from him. He wanted to tell Jisung, but how?}

"Hi! Huge fan, Jisung.." Jisung's eyes widened as he shoved his phone into his pocket and extended his hand for a handshake. It was his first time seeing his favorite singer in real life.

"Oh my god...you..sorry, I'm just flustered all of a sudden. I'm your biggest fan, really."

"I appreciate it. We should collab someday." "Yes!!" Was that too loud? No, right?

Mn was endeared by the enthusiasm. He pulled out his phone from his pocket and unlocked it.

"Care for a selfie?"

"I'd love to.." Jisung tried keeping his voice from sounding too loud and excited as he smiled beautifully in the selfie he took with the singer. He took one on his phone as well, along with a photo of just Mn, not being able to resist the opportunity.

A/N: I'm ending so abruptly since I have really bad writer's block rn and I didn't even know how I posted this much. If you have any ideas on how Jisung finds out he's been texting Mn all this time, then let me know in the replies or send a DM.

[werewolfaday]

I saw the opportunity to recreate a silly meme with your artwork and took it. Keep up the good work! Your werewolves are excellent and I look forward to them every day!

OHHHH MY GOD THIS IS SO GOOD. CHERISHING THIS FOREVER. THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!!

[thali-lemmonpie]

Based on a meme I saw 😌 an explanation of my AU under the cut

I'm not good at writing but this is from an AU I have where Jim had a baby while Spock was doing the Kolinahr, Sarek didn't want him to be distracted so he never told him that he had a son (but Sarek still was full on board on being a grandpa, he's only shitty with Spock)

So Spock went straight to Vulcan after V-ger to sort some things out before going to earth and Jim never had the opportunity to tell him but he just assumed that he already knew since both Sarek and Amanda are so involved with Selik life (baby name) and they were currently taking care of baby while he was on that mission.

Anyway, Spock didn't knew because he went straight to the Entreprise after Kolinahr not even a hello for his parents.

He took Jim words literally and now has to navigate how to be a Sa-mekh to a grumpy 2 years old toddler 😌👍

I have just the beginning written and it is pretty depressing 🤗

[elliereject]

ifhy .1

* in which ellie’s obsession relationship with you begins to sour as your romance with your new boyfriend seems to flourish. it seems she’ll stop at nothing to ensure your happiness, (which you’ll find with her, obviously) even if it means hurting you in the process.

* lowkey obsessive ellie, (I LIKE EM’ A LITTLE CRAZY!), angst + comfort (next chapter(s), infidelity, unrequited feelings yet also mutual pining (just read it like, idk idk I forgot how to do these),lmk if I missed anything!

* im back, ok not really this has been rotting in my drafts forever and I was reading it back and I was like damn I lowk cooked with this. It’s unfinished as of RN but this is only 1/3 of the fic im just splitting it up so u don’t have to wait months,,for it..like my other fics..DONT ASK ME ABT THOSE, cuz I don’t got an answer. IN THE MEAN TIME ENJOY THIS! <3

* mdni (but like if u do wtvr, nothing crazy happens in this chapter)

wc ~ 1.6k

pt. 2 here

Ellie Williams fucking hated you.

Surprisingly, she didn’t at first. In fact, she was in love with you, bordering infatuation.

She had seen you for the first time at the local bookstore before the semester started, you were flipping through a book about time and relativity with a concentrated look on your face. She smiled to herself when she saw you push up onto your toes to reach for another book but to no avail. She took this as an opportunity to walk up to you and reach over your head to grab it, making sure to flex her lean, tattooed arm before placing it in your hand.

Her jade eyes locked on yours and your face heated immediately, you mumbled a “Thank you.” Before scurrying past her to the checkout.

Imagine her surprise when on the first day of classes, she walks into her astrophysics course and sees you, doodling in your notebook with that same concentrated look on your face.

Of course, she sits next to you, flashing that charming smile that has sweat gathering at your hands. She tells you her name then asks for yours and learns about your major, favourite course, and how you’re staying in a little apartment just outside the campus before more students and your professor filed in. You didn’t know why but you just felt so comfortable telling her things, She laughed at your corny jokes and made even cornier ones, and she admired the doodles that covered your notebook and the little duck pen you used.

You didn’t want to speak too soon, but it was safe to say you were harbouring a tiny bit of a crush on her.

Ellie on the other hand, was completely ready to admit it. She felt her love for you grow each second she was around you. Your smile quite literally felt like the sun shining upon her, your laugh made her want to drop her studies of space to pick up stand-up comedy just so she could make it her job to make you laugh. In her eyes, everything you did was perfect. Her thoughts were completely consumed by you, you, you.

And for a few months, things were amazing! You had been introduced to Dina and Jesse and even spent Halloween hanging out with the trio watching horror movies and eating each other's weight in candy. When the holidays rolled around you and Ellie, along with the others, cozied up under some blankets and made fun of cheesy Hallmark movies while she tried her hardest not to interlock her hands with yours even after your pinky brushed against hers for the sixth time.

During finals, Ellie and you organized designated study days that usually ended in giggling at stupid memes on each other's phones or late-night food runs. Of course, there were lingering touches and flirtatious glances here and there but you were too shy to act on it and Ellie would rather die than make you uncomfortable so she kept you just at arm's length. Besides, she knew you were too timid to approach anyone else, so in a way she had you all to herself.

Then, you met him. Some motherfucker whose name she didn’t care to remember. However, she did remember the innate feeling of anger that surged through her body when you gushed to her about him and how he was a history major and the way his glasses framed his face perfectly and whatever the fuck else you found interesting about him.

She nodded and laughed and smiled along with you when you would drone on about him but would excuse herself to the bathroom to tend to the crescent-shaped wounds in her palms from digging her fingers into them so hard.

She tried her best to not show these negative emotions to you because she knew how much you didn’t like when she got mad but fuck was it hard. Especially that one night when you were out with him and you hadn’t replied to her texts in over 5 hours. Man did her drywall take some damage that night.

And when you finally did reply you had completely disregarded her message and went on to boast about the time you had and how gentlemanly he was. All she could do was reply with a dry “sounds like fun🙂” before she went back to throwing a tantrum around her room and tormenting that poor wall…she’d have to remember to buy some spackle before the end of the semester.

Then, there was the time she trekked over to your apartment with some pizza for a surprise movie night and saw the bouquet placed in front of your door. She set the box down to pick up the flowers and read who it was from, her body reacted before she could rethink. She tore the flowers from the beautifully wrapped packaging and stomped on them over and over and over until all that was left were broken stems and tattered petals.

Thankfully, you got home just a few minutes later and missed her outburst. You gasped when you saw the smashed flowers and asked her what had happened, she shrugged and lied easily, claiming it was like this when she got there. She let out a breath when you shook your head and sighed, saying it was probably your next-door neighbor who had always been a bit of a grouch.

She had genuinely thought she was doing a pretty good job of hiding her true feelings for both you and him but it was when you gleefully announced that he was officially your boyfriend she knew she was done for. You squealed and pulled her in for a hug but it felt like her heart had shriveled up into a clump of black coal and woosh like magic, her love for you had turned into something twisted, something possessive.

It was when you invited her over to your apartment to eat dinner with him that she had started considering the idea that you knew she had a crush on you and you were just fucking with her emotions for fun.

How could you start dating, let alone seeing some random ass motherfucker when she was right here! She knew she could treat you better than he could even dream of, she knew everything about you and she’d make it known to you how perfect she was for you, one way or another.

That night at dinner she sat uncomfortably as you fluttered around your tiny kitchen, adding last-minute touches to the spaghetti you made and despite the grumble in her tummy it felt like she had no appetite when she watched the hungry way he looked at you, as if you were a juicy steak and he was a starved wolf.

Once you were finished plating the food and placing it on the table you sat down eagerly and tried your best to mediate the obvious tension.

“Soo uh, Ellie, you’ve been really into watercolour recently right?” You beamed.

“Uh-huh.” She said dryly, twirling her spaghetti around her fork.

“Oh that’s cool, you know watercolour as an art form has been around since Egyptian times! It’s funny to think that like—Cleopatra was painting with water and grapes or something!” He spoke and you giggled like it was the funniest joke in the world. She shot you a look that said really? because she knows she could make a joke that was way funnier, and would expel your real laugh.

“That’s cool. You know how to shut the fuck up?” She mumbled into her bite of spaghetti.

“Sorry?” He asked and you gave her a sideways glance.

She smiled tightly and swallowed before answering, “Just said that’s cool!”

Dinner dragged on as he droned about the history of the Renaissance or fucking Christopher Columbus, she didn’t actually know, she tuned him out. After you cleared the plates, you ushered them into your cozy living room for a movie and when you excused yourself to the bathroom she plopped down on the couch next to him, subtly pulling out her switchblade.

“So, Kevin—“

“Actually my name—“

“I don’t give a fuck what your name is, matter fact I don’t give a fuck about you in general. What are your intentions with ★?”

The man tensed up as Ellie expertly spun the blade around in her fingers.

“Uh—I mean, she seems cool and dating her has been pr—“

“Cool?” Ellie scoffed, “She’s fucking perfect, and I hope you know whatever you have going on with her right now? It won’t last. Soon she’s gonna see you for the limp-ass motherfucker you are.”

He was taken aback, “What?—I’m sorry, did I do something to offend you?”

“Your whole existence offends me.” She rasped, inching her blade closer to his neck. “She’s not meant to be with you.”

He furrowed his brows, “You like her, don’t you?”

Ellie rolled her eyes, “You don’t know what the hell you’re talking about.”

Before he could reply you were back from the bathroom and she slipped her blade back into her pocket and got up with a firm grip on his shoulder.

“What were you two talking about?” You asked as you grabbed a bag of chips from your small coffee table and tore into them.

“Oh you know, girl talk.” She smiled, digging her blunt nails into his shoulder. Translation: don’t say a fucking word.

You rolled your eyes playfully like you even had a clue of what was going on, “He’s not a girl, dumbass.”

She shrugged, stepping away from her previous seat to plop down on the other small sofa.

The rest of the night proceeded relatively smoothly, your boyfriend had been so shaken up by Ellie’s words that even with you sitting next to him he kept his distance with worried glances toward Ellie now and then. Ellie crunched on her popcorn happily and watched the movie with a satisfied smile and a chipper aura.

— ★

🤔 shall I put out the second part? only time (and interactivity! 💝 pls don’t let this flop) will tell!

[starlight-bread-blog]

My Take On "Momtara" – A Kataanger's Perspective

(I don't know who made this meme, but credits to them).

I saw this meme the other day, and while I agree with the sentiment, I have some notes.

I will not deny that Katara has maternal attributes, and I'll touch on this later, but she is not a mother figure. Let us go through each character of the Gaang and discuss how she is not their mom.

Sokka and Toph

Sokka and Katara's introduction is important. It establishes their dynamic for the rest of the show. Let's have a look at it.

Katara teases Sokka, as his little sister. Not his mom. This interaction is crucial in characterizing them both. And Katara constantly teases Sokka throughout the show. Mother figures don't make fun of their children like that. But I know what you're thinking. "Didn't Sokka say that he views Katara as his mom in The Runaway"? To which I say: now that we've established that their dynamic is nothing like a mother-son dynamic, let's look at The Runaway and at Sokka's character in general. Because this tells us a lot more about Sokka than Katara.

(1) "When our mom died, that was the hardest time in my life. Our family was a mess, but Katara? She had so much strength. She stepped up and took on so much responsibility. She helped fill the void that was left by our mom".

Katara canonically does motherly things. She does so to fill the role that was left when her mom died to save her. She feels guilty over her death and determind to carry on her legacy for her. But does that make her a mom figure? Well, no. Because Katara also canonically wants to do motherly things and not have it have that meaning. When she heard Sokka's speech, she joined to Toph's scamming.

People often forget that Katara stole a waterbending scroll because it was from pirates who stole it in the first place. She was mad at Toph for scamming because she was bitter that she was excluded. Katara would love the scams, as seen by her taking the opportunity to join Toph when she could. Katara is a fun loving child. She can be quick to anger and she often says things she doesn't actually mean ("then you didn't love her the way I did" "I don't want to heal, I want to fight"). She likes fortune telling, boys, fighting and yelling.

When Aang came to her tribe for the first time, she gave her own speech about the importance of fun.

That is not a mother figure. Not to Toph and not to Sokka. That's a mom friend. A peer who exhibits maternal attributes while still being a child and one of the gang. That's my critisism of the meme. "Mom friend" is a genuinely good term to describe her. Onto the next part of his speech:

(2) "I'm gonna tell you something crazy. I never told anyone this before, but honestly? I'm not sure I can remember what my mother looked like. It really seems like my whole life, Katara's been the one looking out for me. She's always been the one that's there. And now, when I try to remember my mom, Katara's is the only face I can picture".

Katara is an integral part of Sokka's entire being. When his father left him, he tasked him with keeping the tribe safe and specifically his sister safe. Now he's extremely protective of her ("You burned my sister"! & "Katara get back here! We don't know what that thing is"), and she kind of defines his sense of self. With that in mind, let's take a look at Sokka and Katara's mom:

She looks just like Sokka. When Sokka says that when he thinks of his mother, he sees Katara, he's wrong about why. It's not because he views Katara as his mother figure. He thinks of his own face and sees Katara because in his mind, she's become a part of him. Sokka's speech is him telling the audience about his trauma and that Katara has always been there for him.

Similarly, Toph viewing Katara as her mom also reflects more about her than it is about Katara. As I previously said, they literally fought in the mud instead of teaching Aang. That's not a mother figure. So why would Toph suggest that she is?

Katara is feminine. Toph is not. Toph associates femininity with her upper class feminine mother. She accuses Katara of being motherly because she's feminine just like her annoying ableist mother, not because she actually views her as a mother figure. In The Tales of Ba Sing Se Toph shows distain for feminine activities, and in this very episode Toph admits that Katara is fun and that she was wrong about calling her her mother.

"Katara, you are fun. If nothing else, you're at least fun to argue with".

The lines do get blurry between how much is Katara acting motherly and how much is just a reflection of other characters' trauma, but I believe that they balance each other to create the "mom friend". Not a mother figure, just a type of friend.

Aang

One question need to be answered. Does Aang view Katara as his mother? He does not. In episode one when she said "I haven't done this since I was a kid", Aang said "You still are a kid".

And just like with Sokka and Katara's dialogue, this is one of the first times where they interact. Thus, it is important in establishing their dynamic. Now, I've gathered a few moments people point to to prove that they have a mother-son relationship. Let's examine if they hold up.

1#

In The Storm Katara is looking for Aang after he'd run away. This is not a maternal act. In Sozin's Comet Aang also disappears and everyone go look for him. But none of us would suggest that he has a mother-son relationship with all of them.

#2

Katara: Oh, good! Can you help me carry this back to the room? [She moves the pot toward Aang.] It's a little heavy. Aang : Actually, I can't right now. Katara: What do you mean, "you can't?"

Here Katara is doing chores while Aang refuses to help. Seem motherly enough, but is it really how their dynamic is characterized? In The Chase, Katara directly tells Toph that everyone does their job in setting up camp.

(Yes, she did say in the first episode that she does all the work around the house, but we are talking about her relationship with Aang. I already said that Katara was always there for Sokka).

3#

Aang : I'm sorry, okay! It's a desert cloud; I did all I could! What's anyone else doing?! [Pointing his staff at Katara.] What are you doing‌?!

Aang lashing out at Katara has nothing to do with him hypothetically being her son. Katara lashes out at Sokka in The Southern Raiders but she's not his daughter.

4#

Katara: Aang, we do understand. It's just ...

Aang: Just what, Katara? What?

Katara: We're trying to help!

Aang: Then, when you figure out a way for me to beat the Fire Lord without taking his life, I'd love to hear it! [Walks away.]

Katara: Aang, don't walk away from this.

Once again, Sokka also encouraged Aang to Kill Ozai. But Sokka isn't Aang's dad. And again, fighting doesn't mean mother-son relationship.

5#

Here Katara holds Aang like the statue in the picture. It is a statue of Virgin Mary holding Jesus. This can be seen as motherly, since it's based on a mother and a son, but this pose has been used for many other types of relationships in media:

6#

Katara passing herself as Aang's mother was discussed in this post, so I'll just quote it:

1) In Howl's Moving Castle, Sophie works as Howl's assistant and falls in love with him, but she's cursed, looking like an old lady. There's a scene where she too has to pretend to be his mom, and it turns into her realizing her feelings towards him. She becomes young again, a girl Howl's age. It's a beautiful confession, while pretending to be his mom. No one criticized that, becuase pretending to be someone's mom for the sake of a mission isn't maternal.

2) Sokka is also there. I don't think it's controversial to say Sokka isn't at all a parental figure to Aang. That's because the point of this joke isn't that Katara actually is motherly towards Aang, it's that they aren't actually similar to [Aang]'s supposed parents and this entire situaton is very silly. The implication behind this joke isn't that Katara is maternal towards Aang, but that she isn't.

I also want to add that Sokka and Katara pretend to be a couple, but no one would ever suggest romantic implications to this.

(I know it looks like I just made up a bunch of strawmen for argument's sake, but trust me, I've seen people bring it as proof).

I also want to add a subtle detail that proves that Katara isn't Aang's mom. In The Deserter, she literally hid behind him. This is the dynamic people say they have, but reversed. A mother would never do this.

(Yes, there is that one joke from The Runaway, but as I've established Katara doesn't actually act as Aang's mom. She just exhibits maternal attributes and that's what the joke is about).

Katara and Aang's relationship is nothing like a mother-son relationship, as well as her relationship with the rest of the Gaang. In a way, Katara is maternal. But she cannot be and is not a mother figure to anyone.

Thank you for reading.

[thoughtsforsoob]

beomgyu x y/n

tw: this is a piece surrounding the death of the reader. please read with caution. if somthing i wrote here is off or insensitive, please send me a private message or an ask. i haven't had to deal with a close death to this extent so i might get something wrong. again, please let me know if i did.

1.3k words

it had been only a few weeks since the doctor had broke the news of your condition but it never got easier. it never got better because you knew you would not be able to make it out of this. you saw no light at the end of the tunnel. there was no end of the tunnel. just a void you’d keep existing in for ever and ever. you hated to think of it this way but you couldn’t help yourself. your permanent state of misery would allow you nothing else. 

your boyfriend on the other hand, he was a mess. he didn’t want you to go. no one did. his friends and bandmates had to comfort him so that he wouldn’t break in front of you. he didn't want to worry or scare you in the last moment of your life. even if you told him it was okay to cry in front of you, he refused to do it. if he felt himself letting tears slip, he would run away and hide from you. you just wanted to see him but he wouldn’t allow it. 

he took the opportunity, when he wasn’t crying, to take care of you. since your illness had left you confined to your bed, he would slip under the sheets next to you and just hold you. he wanted to provide as much comfort as possible. he knew you were feeling scared and didn’t want to show him. he would also do his best to make you laugh. he would prepare all of the best jokes for you and tell you when he got some time alone with you. he would also save all of the best tiktok videos and instagram memes to show you when he would see you. 

if there was something he hated more than your condition, it was the fact that he had to work while you were wasting away. he didn’t want to go to schedules and he made it very clear. the boys did their best to help convince their company to give him some time to spend your last days with you but they didn’t understand. they didn’t care. 

he would do his best to end schedules early so he could run off to see you. his favorite day was when he woke up to a group texts from his band mates saying to skip work and go see you. they would cover for him. that day, he left bed with a giant dorky smile on his face and it stayed there when he arrived to your home. he got ready and made sure to look presentable for you that day. little did he know, that day would be one of your favorite too…but one of your last. 

two days later, the nurse was there when he arrived after work. this was never a good sign because it meant something was getting worse. they were usually quick visits but…this nurse was supposed to be gone a long time ago. 

the nurse pulls him aside and gives him sympathetic eyes. “she’s going soon. please just prepare for a goodbye within the next few hours. i’ll stick around if you need anything.” 

he starts to fall apart from the inside. not showing it outwardly. he couldn’t. it was impossible to let you know what he was feeling. he didn’t want you to cry of be scared. 

he walks in the room with a big smile but it soon faded when he saw how your condition had worsened. you looked paler than usual, thiner, and more than he was willing to let himself notice. you had your oxygen rubes in your nose this time. you hadn’t needed them in weeks. it physically hurt his heart to see you like this. 

he sits next to you in your usual spot and smoothes a hand over your hair. 

“hey, beautiful. i missed you all day today. what have you been up to today?”

he look up at him with your sunken eyes. you looked red and puffy. “well…i’ve been in bed. i can’t exactly move from here, silly.”

he smiled at your name for him and rolled his eyes, “ugh i know. I'm so sorry. i wish i could take you outside. maybe some fresh air would do you good.”

he give him a mischievous smirk. “let’s sneak out. you’ll have to drag me out though. i can’t exactly walk.”

he sighs and looks at you with a loving smile, “just as funny as always. you know, no one will ever be funnier than you. you’re an actual comedian.” 

you don’t reply. you grab his hand and hold onto it, pressing it to your face. he noticed how cold your skin was getting and reality hit him once again. you were only on your way out. you’d be gone within hours, according to the nurse. had you know? had you been told?

he didn't ask. he didn’t want to know. 

he had one final opportunity for this and he was going to make it happen now. 

he uses his thumb to rub your cheek and you smile up at him. you look so tired. you were holding on just for him. you didn’t want him to see you go but you were getting ready to let go. how could you possibly tell him though?

he uses his other hand to reach into his jacket pocket. his clumsy hand searched and finally found what he was looking for. it was a small, simple ring. one he’d been wanting to give you for a while. now was the perfect time. you’d be able to keep it forever. 

he pulls the ring from his pocket and shows it to you. “do you like this ring?” you looked a little shocked but had a shy smile painted on your face. “of course i do. it’s pretty.” he smiles. “I'm glad you like it. it’s for you. i know we can’t get married now but when you’re gone and I follow you eventually, you’re gone be there waiting for me. right? we can get married then.”

you start to let tears fall. something you hadn’t done in front of him in a long time. you pull him into you with what little strength you had left and just sobbed uncontrollably. the nurse peaked in the check in but once they realized what was going on, they left to give you some privacy. 

once you gained your final ounce of composure, you looked up at him, “of course i’ll wait. there no one else i love more in the world than you.”

he slips the ring on your frigid finger and presses a kiss to your hand. “i love you.”

your eyes rapidly start to flutter shut. it was happening. your speech was getting slower and you stared up at him. “lay with me.” that was your last request to him. the last thing you’d ever ask him for. 

you got comfortable with him and finally started to let yourself go. you hated to do this to him but you know that he didn't care. as long as he was close to you. 

“i love you, beomgyu.”

the life slipped from your body and only then, when he was sure you were gone, he started to cry. it started with silent cries and escalated to desperate screams for you to come back. he’d never felt so vulnerable in his life. 

hours later, you were being taken away. he watched your body being hauled of the continued to let out screams and cries of agony. his bandmates had come to comfort him. they rubbed his back and wiped his tears but he still screamed and cried. 

that night, he didn’t leave your apartment. he didn’t leave for the next three days. he sat on your bed, crying. he wanted you back but all he had were your clothes and your other stuff. your scent still lingered about the apartment and he held onto it for as long as he could. 

his bandmates finally got him out of the apartment but he couldn’t help but take some of your things. 

a hoodie, your shared bear stuffie and your perfume. 

he missed you desperately. 

he’d miss you until he was finally with you. 

[taggedmemes]

SENTENCE MEME BALDUR'S GATE 3 / PART FIVE

we won't survive this if we don't stand together.

it is through conflict that we strengthen our bonds.

the next resolution may not end in her favor.

it's a question that burns in my belly day and night.

have you been looking at my differently?

i was too hasty to judge you.

i thought you witless, gutless, and unimpressively bland.

i thought you cruel, stubborn, and judgmental.

you have stoked fires i didn't know i possessed.

you've gained my respect.

you know how to set my heart racing.

we'll kiss and make up in our own time.

someone prodding at a newly opened wound doesn't help matters.

admirable conviction.

how can you go through all this trouble and not understand why?

secrecy is ingrained in me.

i like night orchids and can't swim.

i can't remember much of myself.

i hope that's the end of this silly quarrel.

killing's never my first choice, but they were too dangerous to leave alive.

i've come to sate you, and be sated.

time for pleasure has passed.

there's something i want to talk to you about, something important.

i owe you my life.

i may not have survived that night without you.

i'm trying to say that you've earned my trust in a way very few ever have.

i'm not usually one to elaborate if i can avoid it.

most fear the dark, because in darkness they see their fears reflected.

in darkness we do not hide, we act.

you pray with such conviction.

the presence of your goddess must fill your whole being.

perhaps we need not speak farewells.

i never pictured myself as a hero.

never thought i'd be the one they toast for saving so many lives.

i hate it, this is awful.

i would've liked more for my trouble than a pat on the head and vinegar for wine.

all i want is a little fun.

it's not you, it's me. i have standards.

you have no idea how good it feels to see these people smiling.

don't waste a night like this talking to me.

i thought you might care to have a drink with me.

i rarely imbibe, the stuff goes right to my head.

before you know it, i'd be breaking into song or declaring love to the first person i laid eyes on.

you strike me as extremely resourceful.

there are many grateful people here who want to spend time with you.

i must not keep you all to myself, as enjoyable as that may be.

this might be the wine talking, but i'm feeling inspired.

look at them all, guzzling poison l ike we've the right to be happy.

i need to dance.. nope, i need to lie down.

the others will kill me if i keep you all to myself.

spontaneous thank-yous make me suspicious.

this is a night for celebration, not suspicion.

amid all this merriment, i wasn't sure we'd have a chance to speak this evening.

were our bond a little stronger, i might even have shared a moment of magic with you.

our fledgling acquaintanceship has not yet taken flight.

such intimacy will have to wait.

they could not match your nerve today.

it was enough to drive me to madness.

i won't be nursing their pounding heads and sicks stomachs in the morning.

everyone seems to be in high spirits.

you know who i never thought i'd find myself caring for.

i think you'll find i've been showing ample concern for myself since the moment we met.

share a bottle with me?

i'll find you after everyone's turned in for the night.

i think a toast is in order. any suggestions?

sounds like you just need a little more liquid inspiration.

you're beautiful.

i know [i'm beautiful], but you're sweet to notice.

i'll trust your judgement.

i do not truly care if you approve.

that night meant a lot to me.

i'm not sure what kind of sourtship we'll be afforded, given all that we're facing.

if you want to see where this goes, i do as well.

we share something special.

my people are nothing if not resourceful.

thought i'd shaken you for good.

that'll teach me to underestimate you.

she's trying to trick us, don't believe her lies.

when i saw an opportunity to get away, i took it.

you're asking me to trust a devil.

i don't want this to end badly for either of us.

you know monsters, right? better than anyone?

thought i was going to have to take your head.

there have been enough threats today.

how would you feel about helping me kill some evil bastards?

turns out i've got a knack for killing demons.

she looks like she could throw me over her shoulders and carry me to safety.

i'd hug you if it wouldn't scorch your skin off.

she's got the brawn of a warrior and the wiles of a survivor.

she speaks her mind, plainly and fully.

in other circumstances, i would have done the same.

best to not dwell on nights past.

you've been naughty.

you know what happens when you're naughty.

aren't you a luscious thing.

if i had a warm heart, i'm sure it would be skipping.

i've taken more pleasant shits than you.

that's no kind of talk for a lady.

you better not lay a damned finger on [name].

a promise broken, a price paid.

been a long time since someone stuck their neck out for me like that.

he's a good man, maybe the best of us.

the sex gets better the more experience you have with someone.

[screams-in-writing]

This was actually written for my fic right before the most recent episode, which is kind of funny, as it is the start of mr puzzles trying to apologize/explain things to smg4.

Mr. Puzzles waited for Smg4 to be alone before he approached, well aware that this situation could quickly go wrong.

Smg4 tensed up when he a) saw Mr. Puzzles, b) noticed that they were alone and c) Mr. Puzzles is between Smg4 and the exit of the room.

“I would like to talk.” Mr. Puzzles held his hands up in a placating gesture. “Though if you don’t, I will leave.”

“…really.” Smg4’s expression was understandably wary.

“Really.” Mr. Puzzles confirmed.

“Then…then leave.” Smg4 said, though clearly wondering what kind of a trick this was.

Mr. Puzzles turned to do just that; this was much too soon, just as he’d told you before he approached Smg4’s home. Mr. Puzzles made his way out of the castle before quietly meandering his way through the showgrounds before reaching the wooded area. He paused upon hearing Smg4’s voice.

“Wait.”

Mr. Puzzles didn’t turn around.

“You meant it.”

A statement.

“As much as I do love to go on and on when I am able, I have learned that my…past actions may have been much too extreme.” Mr. Puzzles twitched. “The meme factory stunt you subjected me to was, shall we say, an eye-opening experience?”

“You don’t have any eyes.”

“I do, they’re just digital ones.” Puzzles retorted.

There was a long silence.

“What did you want to talk about?” Smg4 asked.

“Perhaps ‘talk’ isn’t so much the term.” Mr. Puzzles fidgeted, stopped, but kept his back to Smg4 as he continued. “More apology, and an explanation”.

“Apology.” Smg4 said flatly. There was an incredulous pause. “Are you serious right now?”

“I am leaving, as you asked, if you’re not ready to hear me out.” Mr. Puzzles said.

“And if I don’t want to hear your apologies or excuses?” Smg4 sounded nervous, as though Puzzles might push the issue. Or maybe, the man thought Mr. Puzzles might try to take him into his television mindscape like before.

“Then I will simply have to accept that.” Mr. Puzzles responded after a moment. “As I just told you before, I’ve become well aware of just how much my actions, both directly and indirectly, have caused.”

“Do you actually understand?” Smg4 sounded angry, but there was fear just below it. “What you put all of us through, for your own gain?”

“Just as you did in the meme factory?” Mr. Puzzles couldn’t help but retort. “To Meggy and myself?” When Smg4 didn’t respond, Puzzles took the opportunity to address Smg4’s first question. “No, I do not understand, so much as I can surmise what happened. I can’t understand how badly things affected you personally. How it affected Meggy, and your other friends. And that’s because I’m not you.” Mr. Puzzles hesitated. “But we’re not so different, you and I, so may I wager a guess?”

Smg4 continued to be silent, but doesn’t tell Puzzles to stop talking, or leave.

“Nightmares.” Mr. Puzzles said simply. “A replay of nightmares of those events happening, or occurring, again.” Puzzles’ shoulders dropped, his voice dipping to a softer tone. “The feelings of inadequacy. The idea that no matter what you do, eventually, no one will like it. You feel like a failure, even if there are many they still support you. The fear of losing everything you hold dear, unless you can recapture that feeling you initially had. Of doing what you love, and sharing it with others. To enjoy the satisfaction and happiness that comes from sharing those creations with others.”

Mr. Puzzles didn’t realize that he’d sat down on the grass, not that his screen had settled onto a miserable, teary eyed expression. Not had he noticed that Smg4 now stood in front of him, but a good distance away with a curious look on his face. Mr. Puzzles looked away, so he was surprised to hear Smg4 settle down on the grass as well, about ten feet away.

Smg4 was quiet, then raised his gaze to Puzzles. “Let’s hear it, then.” Smg4 eventually said.

“I-“ Mr. Puzzles felt a strange relief that there was no hostility (for the moment) in the smaller man’s voice. “All right.” Mr. Puzzles exhaled with a staticky sound. This was an opportunity he likely wouldn’t l get again, so Puzzles knew that he had best get this apology and explanation right.

[mikuni14]

The Sign - Ep 7

First of all, as always, I will officially ignore all the cop stuff, the doctor discussing his patient's condition and giving his data without a court order, how a person with a mental disorder is treated, and the meme quotes from Paulo Coelho 🙃 (It's interesting that the Dr. Chewconcretemotherfucker treated both art Art and Tharn 🤔)

It never ceases to amaze me how much Phaya has NO control over his face and his behavior in Dr. ChUNT's presence lmao. And how all Tharn gives him is basic politeness, and how it must be apparent to anyone interested (including Dr. Changinghisnameisapublicservice) that Tharn, his heart, and his body belong to someone else. So what exactly is he trying to achieve? The only thing left for him is to actually end this relationship in a drastic way… "So don't worry, I will see him to his bed" I bet your ass that you will Phaya! 😆 I'm 100% sure the only thing your bird brain registered is "I" and "Tharn" and "bed" 👍

Somehow, in this episode, Tharn was able to de-escalate the situation between Phaya and Dr. Chanceyougettharniszeroyoucunt (with just one sentence), and he was also able to confess why he was the way he was (it took him one sentence as well). This is what I wanted in last episode, but what we only got now to fit the plot… *sigh*

I really liked the scene of Phaya trying to explain himself to Tharn: he's freaking out, not controlling his emotions, grabbing Tharn's hands.. and those broken sentences, grimaces on his face, visible nervousness and distress. And how Tharn is worried about what he sees (that deep crease between his eyebrows), trying to hide his worry, comforting him. Phaya's line: "Just tell me you forgive me and all these symptoms would probably go away" floored me. That's some old romance novel shit, it gets me every time! 😍

Phaya and Tharn's conversation in the archive was great, making Phaya's position on being in a relationship clear. Tharn's reaction to what Phaya says and when he asks what would he do? Really nice, as Tharn shows mostly with his eyes how much it all affects him..

I love Phaya and how persistent he is, how he doesn't give up, how he treats all obstacles to his happy relationship with Tharn as something that simply needs to be overcome and that's it 😄 That's why he follows him like a dog, uses every opportunity to be with him and creates his own opportunities. Like inviting Tharn to his nest house to disarm him with his family, food and cat and ultimately WIN him. Which of course works! Who would have guessed, Phaya actually has some game after all lmao

The scene at Phaya's house was so sweet! Tharn is so loving and gentle with the cat, immediately noticing Namami, unconsciously petting him just beacuse he is within his arm reach, which is what cat people do without thinking. I love how everyone just passed the cat between them lol

I liked Tharn having fun, being relaxed, the way Phaya shows him around his nest, the way he talks to him about himself. Tharn staring at the eagle painting…

Ohhh, and we have a perfect confession. As it should be, because Phaya is so serious when it comes to Tharn: it was long, honest, romantic without exaggeration or cringe. It's nice that Tharn didn't interrupt him and made an emotional confession himself. I'm not surprised that Tharn gave in because everything had been building up to this point. The way he saw Phaya freaking out, the way Phaya kept pushing, the whole "love" atmosphere of their current case certainly made him think too. Tharn himself tells Phaya not to press him, suggesting that he doesn't have the strength to resist, because as Tongthai even said earlier, you can't "fall out of love." You can't just shut down your feelings and desires. And Tharn FEELS it and oh god how much he wants it. And what I think convinced him was that Phaya didn't dismiss his worries with the traditional "don't worry" or "everything will be fine" or worse, "you're exaggerating, it's just a delusion." No, Phaya took his fears upon himself, saying that HE would try not to leave THARN, taking the burden of keeping Phaya alive off Tharn's shoulders. "I'll do whatever it takes so that you won't be sad or lose me", because his life is his responsibility, not Tharn's. What Phaya did was notice Tharn's worry, recognize it, take it upon himself, and let Tharn relax. That's why I'm not surprised that Tharn allowed himself a moment of happiness, to reach for what he wants. Perhaps it's a moment of weakness that he will regret later, but come on, Tharn is not made of steel! He's just a cute lil' guy and he's in love and horny! 😭 Oh, but this confession had its beautiful moments: "I really want to have you by my side in every day of my life" "This is the best I can do, please don't force me" "I promise not to leave you"

Love scene: YES. I love Phaya when, before they started, he takes a deep breath, as if he's finally at peace, because this is it, he FINALLY has everything he wants, everything is right with the world. And then he just go for it. I fucking love predatory, hungry Phaya. I love the pliant Tharn, how he's almost always with his back to Phaya in an act of sweet submission and ultimate trust. Phaya had moments as if he couldn't believe that they were together and when he realized that yes, this was really happening, he became even more passionate, as if he couldn't get enough of Tharn. It was incredibly hot. There was a lot of heavy breathing, pulling on skin, tight embraces, intense caresses, hungry looks. And am I seeing things or there was a scene of Tharn nodding his consent and implication that Phaya was preparing him? 👀 Anyway, the scene was an intoxicating mix of Phaya and Tharn's fantasies: it was pretty, pink, emotional and hot.

When I finally see them together, I'm as happy as Phaya with a naked, tattooed, wet Tharn in the shower 😄💖🥳 everything is right with the world.

[sommerflue-22]

Say Yes to Me | Maki Zenin x f!Reader

Part 1

Being in a long-distance, backstreet relationship with Yuta wasn't easy. Not only there was nobody who you could talk to about your relationship, you also let Yuta did what he wanted to avoid arguments. That was until Maki noticed what was happening and reminded you that relationships weren't supposed to be like that... and that you deserved better.

Featuring: Yuta Okkotsu, Nobara Kugisaki

Tags: Alternate universe - college/university, Slight Yuta Okkotsu x Reader, long-distance relationship, cheating, angst

Word Count: 2.7k

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A/n: the amount of time i play Say Yes to Heaven on loop while writing this is uncounted. it's painful to write this because i love yuta, i love maki, and i hate cheating. but here we are... i just love the idea too much to actually abandon it :" also this is not beta-read so sorry for any errors

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Long distance relationships are not for everyone, especially not for you. Ever since your boyfriend, Yuta, went abroad for an exchange study, you’ve been nothing but miserable. You both have only been dating for around three months. Being left behind as he went away is definitely not the plan. He also took the opportunity so suddenly, leaving you no room to talk about it.

Another thing that bothered you as well is how Yuta wanted to keep your relationship a secret. You didn’t know the reason behind it, but he asked you one day if you’re alright with it. Blinded by your new-found love, you said you were okay with it, but now you regretted saying yes. Nobody knew you were dating Yuta. There’s nobody you could talk to when you miss him, or when you just had a little argument with him over the phone. Sure, people knew you two were close. However, they saw you both as close friends, not romantic partners. So, whenever your friends or your family overheard your arguments with Yuta, or whenever they accidentally read your text message with him, they just assumed you both were keeping the friendship sailing.

You were not alone, but you still felt lonely sometimes…

…until Maki shot you the question.

“You’re dating Yuta, aren’t you?”

Your eyes bulged as she stared back at you with her piercing gaze. You two were just hanging out after class in your shared apartment’s living room. You averted your eyes towards the laptop in the coffee table, displaying a movie you were just watching with her.

“Oh, you don’t have to answer, I already know.”

“H-how did you know?” You couldn’t help but cave in, turning your attention back to her.

Maki grinned, “So, you really are dating him…”

Your face grew hot as it felt like steam was coming out of your ears. Maki was only teasing you, yet she managed to make you spill the truth.

“Maki!” You threw a pillow at her. “Stop messing with me.”

Maki laughed, “Sorry, you’re just too cute when you’re flustered. Also, it’s kind of obvious, don’t you think? All the quarrels, all the night calls, exchanging memes everyday.”

“Nobara sends you memes everyday and you’re not dating her.” 

“Yeah, cus I don’t fancy her.” Maki tilted her head. “So, why do it backstreet? Did Yuta ask you to keep it a secret?”

You sighed and nodded. Maki hummed, and seemed to have predicted this answer as well.

“I bet it sucks… probably that’s why you look like you’re constipated every few days.”

“Shut up!” You snorted. Maki had a really weird way to lighten up the mood, which you appreciated. You found her words funny sometimes.

“It’s true! I noticed because every time you fought with Yuta, you always looked so gloomy… almost too gloomy. That’s why I thought you both are dating. Yuta and I fought all the time, but none of us became that gloomy. That’s no friendship behavior, that’s lovers behavior.”

You hugged your knees and rested your chin on top of it. “We’ve only been dating for six months now, but it doesn’t feel… real. We’ve only gone out for a date no more than five times before he went abroad. There’s a thirteen hour time difference between us, so it sucks.”

Again, Maki didn’t say anything. Her gaze was fixed on you, hand combing her ponytail. You could feel her knees bounced from how close you both sat next to each other in your small sofa bed.

“Then why are you still holding on?”

“Well… because I lo-like him,”

“Hmm… It reeks of second thoughts here…”

You chuckled. “Don’t be like that, Maki. He’s your friend too.”

“A dumb one. How can he keep you, his girlfriend, as a secret? I don’t understand! If you’re my girlfriend, I’ll take you on dates and show the world how gorgeous you are.”

“Maki…”

“What? I might need glasses everyday, but that doesn’t stop me from recognizing a real beauty.”

Truth to be told, Maki’s words made your stomach flutter. It had always been that way, especially when she’s telling you how beautiful you were. You always thought she was just good with her words, but that might not be the case. Or you hoped so. If Maki’s words could lift you up during your worst days, then you would bask in it even when your heart told you not to.

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“I’m so sorry, (Y/N). How can I make it up to you?”

Usually, you would actually think of something Yuta could do to make you feel better. However, it was the third time he forgot your date night even though he was the one who initiated it. His reason was his new friends were taking him to watch a basketball match. You were tired of having to find a solution for problems between the two of you. 

“You know what, forget it. It’s fine,” you sighed. “Enjoy the game.”

“I’m so sorry, (Y/N). We’ll watch the movie next weekend, how does it sound?”

“Sure!” You tried to make your voice sound cheerful, but you didn’t smile at all. It’s alright, your boyfriend couldn’t see you.

You exchanged ‘love you’s with Yuta before hanging up the call. You sighed again, wanting to throw your phone against the wall. You were frustrated, there went another good opportunity to spend time together watching a movie while doing a video call. You didn’t know what to do.

“Damn, I’m surprised you just let him do that. Ditching you on a date night? Scandalous.”

Your head turned so fast to see Maki leaning against your door. You thought you were alone. Nobara was out to do her homework with her friends. You also hadn’t seen Maki since you came back from groceries shopping, but then again you didn’t check inside her room. You just assumed she was out with her friends as well. Obviously, you were wrong because she had somehow sneaked into your bedroom.

“I don’t need your teasing right now.” You stood up and walked towards Maki, about to push her out.

“I’m not teasing you. I’m just telling you the truth, he’s not supposed to do that.” Maki’s hands gripped your wrists gently. “It’s a jerk move. You shouldn’t let him do that.”

“I just… I’m tired of fighting, okay? I want us to be okay and not have arguments.”

“That’s not how relationships are supposed to work. You have to be clear about what you want, be honest with yourself. Don’t let your partner decide what’s acceptable and what’s not. If you keep doing that, you’ll lose yourself.”

Your heart was pounding inside your chest because you realized Maki was right. Most of the time, you let Yuta do what he wants to end an argument. No, there was no shouting, no yelling at each other. Yuta was still being his usual, soft self. The distance between you and him also made you realize how good he was at twisting his words. He got you wrapped around his fingers.

“You look like you’re about to cry.” Maki pointed out.

“Maybe because I want to.”

Maki looked at you with sympathy in her eyes. She muttered a small “come here” and pulled you into a tight hug. Your height difference made you feel so small in her arms. You were engulfed in Maki’s scent, sweet blackberry and citrusy orange blossom. You couldn’t help but let your tears roll down your face in silence, nuzzling your face under Maki’s chin. It wasn’t a rare occasion, really. Maki was the oldest girl living in your apartment, and she’s also the most mature one out of the three of you. She had comforted you and Nobara multiple times before. 

This time, Maki let you cry for a while before lowering her head. Her lips were next to your ear when she asked you, “Do you know what can make you feel better?”

You sniffled, “W-what?”

Maki slightly pulled away, now looking down at you as she held your face in her hands. Her thumbs wiped the tears off and she leaned in. You quickly closed your eyes, your heart was beating like crazy inside your ribs. You felt Maki’s lips touch your forehead so softly and lingered for a moment.

“M-Maki…”

Maki shushed you as her kiss trailed down to the tip of your nose, then to your cheeks. Yes, Maki had hugged you before, but she had never kissed you in any kind of way. You didn’t realize you were zoning out until Maki tilted your chin up.

“Do you trust me?”

You wanted to say no, it felt so wrong. You were fully aware that you’re on the edge of betraying your boyfriend… but you couldn’t help it. Your body was burning, you needed someone whom you could reach, someone to hold you, someone to touch you.

“Y-yes.”

The moment Maki’s lips crashed against yours, your hands crawled up to touch her face… then it moved to slightly tug her hair, evoking a small chuckle. Maki’s hand traveled down your shoulder and towards your back, pulling you even closer to her. You gasped, letting her tongue slip into your mouth. Maki smirked as she successfully drew a soft moan out of you.

“M-Maki…” You breathed out.

Again, she just shushed you. “Don’t think, just feel it.”

You whined as she continued to deepen the kiss. You hated to admit it but Maki was a good kisser. Her touch left you feel powerless, as if you’d dissolve into nothingness if you let her go. 

“Maki…” You broke the kiss, staring up at her. “Why… did you do that?”

“‘Cause I know you needed that, (Y/N).”

“What… I, I…”

Maki pecked your nose and tilted her head, a sincere smile plastered on her face. “I make you nervous, don’t I?”

“Well, of course you do!” You stomped on her feet out of annoyance. She just chuckled and leaned in to leave more kisses all over your face.

“My precious (Y/N)...”

“I’m home!”

You jolted as you heard Nobara in the living room. Maki seemed to not care, because she kissed you on the lips softly once again. Then she pulled away, leaving you empty and cold. Since when did Make feel so warm?

“Follow your feelings, (Y/N),” Maki said, turning the door handle. “Listen to your heart.”

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Days after days passed since the night Maki kissed you. She still acted normally as she would, but you couldn’t keep your composure around her. Nobara noticed your strange behavior, but decided not to pay attention to it. She just assumed Maki caught you doing something and you were embarrassed because of it. Thank goodness for that, because you didn’t think you could explain to Nobara if she asked about what happened to you and Maki. 

Yuta kept his words, he was there for your next video call date. You wanted to watch a Disney classic, but he persuaded you to watch some Pixar movies instead. To avoid having a useless argument which could possibly threaten your date night, you let him choose his movie. As you were watching one of the Toy Story movies, your mind wandered to the night where you were pressed against Maki. How she gently yet passionately kissed you.

“That’s not how relationships are supposed to work… If you keep doing that, you’ll lose yourself.”

You crossed your arms and frowned, thanking the gods that Yuta was too immersed in the movie. You just gave up on what you wanted and let him decide based on what he liked. Even though she was in her own room, you couldn’t help but feel her piercing gaze at you. 

“Follow your feelings… Listen to your heart.”

Guilty. That was what you were feeling ever since you let yourself kiss Maki back. You had betrayed your boyfriend. You kissed another person despite knowing that you were in a relationship. You slumped back against your pillows, resting your head against the headboard. You didn’t know how to tell Yuta. You didn’t know if you should tell him.

Now, that’s bad, you thought to yourself. You wanted to keep your little secret from Yuta. A part of you cursed at yourself for what you had done, but the other part argued you only did that because you felt lonely. Yes, Yuta was your boyfriend but Maki was also right. To some extent, Yuta was selfish.

The credits rolled and you saw Yuta yawning on the right top of your laptop screen. You checked the time and it was 12.45 AM on a Sunday, so it was 11.45 AM on a Saturday for Yuta.

“Well, thank you for watching the movie with me!” You said, trying to sound gleeful.

“Yeah, no problem!” Yuta replied. He leaned back on his chair while picking up his phone. “By the way, isn’t it like, really late right there? Aren’t you sleepy?”

“Well, I want to be with you.”

“Baby,” Yuta cooed, “For real, though. You look really tired. Why don’t you sleep, hm?”

“...You’re going out with your friends again, aren’t you?”

Yuta smiled as his eyes were glued on his phone. “Yeah, we’re trying out this new restaurant down the street.”

You swallowed hard and lowered your head. “I thought we could chat for a while… It’s been awhile since we talked face to face on a video call like this.”

“I’m so sorry, baby… We can talk again tonight, how about that?”

“I don’t know… I have class tomorrow morning, right?”

“Hmm, that’s right. How about if we call at 11 AM in your time zone. It’ll be 10 PM here, so it won’t be a problem.”

“Alright,” you sighed, defeated. “Well, see you later, then.”

“See you later, baby! I’ll send you pictures, okay? I love you!”

“Love you. Bye.”

You clicked the hang up button and shut your laptop down. You were disappointed but not surprised. Yes, you were tired and sleepy but you stayed up just to be with Yuta. You wanted to talk to him before you go to bed but he chose his friends over you. You clenched your jaw, trying to stop the tears from coming out.

It’s okay, you’ll talk to him when you wake up later… It’s alright, he’s just eating out with his friends…

…but why does it hurt? Why do I feel so lonely?

You put away your laptop and left your bed. You sneaked out of your bedroom, trying not to make any sound so you wouldn’t wake anyone. Fortunately, Maki’s room was right next to yours so it wasn’t difficult to sneak out and sneak in. You twisted the knob open and slipped in. 

Maki had turned off all of her lighting, but you could see her sprawled under her duvet, scrolling on her phone. She noticed you were standing in the middle of the room, rigid posture and fists were clenched tightly. She immediately sat up and opened her arms, motioning for you to come to her. You dashed and fell into her hug, burying your face on the crook of her neck and letting yourself cry. She held you tight, one hand on the back of your head while the other rubbed your back. 

“Darling, it’s alright… I got you… I got you…” She whispered.

You both stayed in that position until your tears dried and you were left with hiccups. Maki gently maneuvered your body until she got you under the duvet. You kept clinging onto her as she brought you down to the bed. You laid there in her arms, letting Maki’s fingers run through your hair. 

“I-I’m so… s-sorry…”

“Hey, it’s okay, yeah? You don’t have to explain anything,” Maki whispered. “Go to sleep, (Y/N). I’ll be right here when you wake up. Then, we can talk. Okay?”

You nodded and closed your eyes. Maki planted a chaste kiss on your forehead before resting her chin on top of your head. 

That night you fell asleep in Maki’s arms. It was nothing out of the ordinary, you’ve slept together with Maki before and sometimes you two cuddled. Yet it felt completely different from usual.

As you drifted off to sleep, you could hear Maki mumble.

“Sleep tight, my precious (Y/N)…”

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