#there’s sooooo much i want to do with okinawa but i just don’t have the energy :/

[totalcunt]

i miss them (my new horizons villagers)

rant about acnh in the tags lol

[jeankluv]

Birdie - Satoru Gojo | Chapter 21

words: 3,9k

summary:While everyone adored him, you stood apart in your feelings. It wouldn't be accurate to say you hated him, as " hate " was a strong word, rather, you harbored a profound dislike towards him. The problem was he knew that and his irritating presence seemed to persistently cling to you whenever he crossed your paths. Now, you found yourself paired with him for your semester project, and the thought made you wish to hurl yourself out of the third-floor window. Three months of working alongside him loomed ahead. Adding to the discomfort, you were currently under the scrutiny of hundreds of eyes, each gaze feeling like a murder attempt. It seemed everyone coveted the opportunity to collaborate with Gojo Satoru, except for you.

warning this chapter: injuries, hospital, abusive behavior

tags:modern au, college au, fem!reader, academic rivals, he fell first, fluff, old money Gojo Satoru, abusive parents, slight slow burn, Satoru is a softy, secondary couple (Geto Suguru x oc), a bit of angst, no use of y/n, hurt/comfort, eventual smut, Gojo plays basketball, Gojo needs a hug

notes: hi, I’m even embarrassed of posting after so long but I’m sooooo busy and I don’t find time to write. Also I said Birdie was going to last till chapter 30 but tbh I think it will reach at least chapter 25, we are in the final part of the story for Satoru and Birdie. The final part of this chapter and the next one are going to be somehow the breaking point for the story. I don’t want to extend the story bc it would feel repetitive and I don’t want to add drama to this story bc it was never my intention with this one, this one was more like a college romcom.

jujutsu Kaisen materialist | ao3

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“So are you sure you won’t be able to go?” Kyoko asked you.

“Yeah…” You said leaving the books on the table. “Haibara’s sister can’t go, she is getting ready for her college exams and Haibara has the match.” You shrugged. “I told Satoru and even though he is a bit sad, he says that once the summer breaks begins he will make sure to spend time together.”

“Is he taking you somewhere?” Kyoko smiled. 

“He doesn’t want to tell me, but I think he is planning something with Suguru…” You looked at her, closing your eyes a little bit. “So tell me… what do you know?”

“I don’t know much, but I saw on Suguru’s phone something about Okinawa.” She smiled. “Have you been to Okinawa?”

“No, but it’s beautiful, right?��� 

“So beautiful.” She smiled. “Ah! If they are taking us there I might actually pass away, this would be our first trip together as couples.” 

“And also for the two of us together.” You pointed out. 

“It’s true! I’m so excited!” She said with a big smile. “I’m so happy for us.” She said in a nostalgic tone. “I’m so happy to see you opening more, and to see this romantic side of you.” She said. 

You rolled your eyes. “You are just exaggerating things.” 

“Not at all.” She smiled. “And I will see it right now, look who is coming.” 

Your head turned and you saw Satoru coming to where you two were.

“There is…” Kyoko said. “That light that you get when you see him.”

“Kyoko shhh…” You said embarrassed.

Satoru then sat next to you, leaving a soft kiss on your cheek, making you flushed.

“So cute.” Kyoko said with a mocking tone.

“Enough!” You said back.

“But she is right, you are so cute.” Satoru said. “Suguru is not…”

“I know, he is busy. But it’s okay because I’m enjoying seeing my best friend all embarrassed.”

You rolled your eyes as you shook your head. “And why are we still best friends?”

“Whatever…now Satoru why don’t you tell us about Okinawa?” Kyoko narrowed her eyes as she looked closely to Satoru.

“What about Okinawa?!” His voice came out a bit pitchy, it was clear he knew.

“Yeah…” This time you spoke. “Tell us.”

“I don’t know what you two are talking about!” He stood up. “Let’s go, you need to work.” He said leaving both our you there laughing.

“We will have to look out for bikinis.” Kyoko joked.

“I will see you at home.” You waved at her goodbye as you started to walk towards Satoru.

As usual the ride to your work was filled with laughter and new conversations between the both of you, sometimes you wished those rides could last longer because you wanted to know more about Satoru, hear him laugh all the time. Just simply spend time with him. 

Maybe Kyoko was right, maybe you were losing it due to how in love you were.

“Thank you for taking me to work.” You said taking your bag.

“You are my girlfriend, it’s what I should do.” He said.

“Yeah, but there is no need ‘Toru…” You responded.

“Whatever, I know tomorrow you won’t be there.” He looked to the back seats, searching for something. “And it makes me sad, because I wanted to see you with this and I wanted everyone to see you wearing it, but here you have it.” He gave you a bag.

“What is this?” You said with a small smile on your lips and looking at him. “Oh! Satoru!” 

“It has my name on it.” He smiled proudly.

“But I won’t be there.” You said, with a sad smile and touching his name on the shirt.

“It doesn’t matter, I want you to have it.” He said. “You can always wear it while you are working. That way everyone knows who is your favorite player.”

You smiled, ready to tease him. “Then, you got the wrong name.” 

“Huh?” 

“It should say Nanami here.” You tried not to burst into laughter as you watched his expression.

“Oh birdie, don’t tease me or else, you will be late for work.” He grabbed your chin and looked at you with desire.

You smiled and kissed his cheek. “Thank you. I will make sure to wear it.” 

“Okay.” He then kissed your lips. “I will see you.” You hummed in response. “Love you.”

“I love you too.” You said leaving the car and waving at him goodbye. 

You watched as Satoru disappeared in his car down that street. Tomorrow was a big day for him and the entire team. You couldn't be there to support him physically, but you hoped that wearing his shirt during the game while you worked would serve as a lucky charm.

Satoru Gojo POV

Satoru moved his arms as he warmed up. There were about 15 minutes left before the match started. Normally he didn't get nervous, but at that moment Satoru felt something strange. Something that had been bothering him since that morning.

His phone vibrated on his pocket, making him drop his arms to the side and taking the phone out.

A smile appeared on Satoru’s face as soon as he read the notification that popped out on his screen.

It was just two words and one emoji, but it was enough to make him happy and for that strange sensation to disappear from his check. 

“Good luck 🫶”

He stayed staring at that screen for quite some time, finally your classes were ending next week. The project he fight so much to get paired with you, was due on Wednesday and after that you were both free from your classes until the next course, the last one. 

You still needed to work during the summer, but Satoru had everything planned, he was going to make sure that was the best summer for both of you. 

With his blue eyes still locked on the screen he started typing: I wish you were here—

“How cute, the captain all flustered by someone.” Satoru stopped typing as soon as he heard that voice.

“Sukuna…” He said looking at his ex colleague standing in the door. “This is not your team’s room, leave.”

“Why? Can’t I say hi to my dear captain?” He said with a smirk. “I heard you got a girlfriend and that she is not coming today.” 

“That’s none of your business.” Satoru turned around, breaking the eye contact with Sukuna. 

“I hope that’s not a distraction for you.” He kept on talking. “I won’t hold myself up.”

“Sukuna leave…” Satoru said between his teeth. “Or you want what happened last year to happen again?”

“Don’t play silly Gojo.” Sukuna walked towards Satoru. “And don’t threaten me, I won’t be nice today.”

“Ryomen, what are you doing here?” Yaga appeared on the door.

“Oh coach!” Sukuna acted surprised. “Just wishing Gojo good luck for today’s match.” He smiled, as if he was innocent. “Anyways, I will leave you alone, see you in a few minutes Gojo.” 

With that Sukuna disappeared from the room, leaving Satoru and Yaga alone. “Gojo…”

“Nothing, you know Sukuna, he only came here to bother me.” Satoru said. “He is still mad about what happened last year.”

“You know it was not your fault Sukuna was kicked out right?” Yaga said, approaching him.

“Doesn’t matter anymore, now there is a match to win. It’s the end of the season, remember coach?” He smiled passing by Yaga’s side. 

Before Satoru knew it, the clock had started ticking and the sound of shoes, hair and the screams of the fans filled his ears.

Satoru moved fluidly around the court, leading his teammates and setting up plays with precision. His blue eyes always following the ball. The pace of the game was intense, each possession feeling like a battle as the score went up point by point. 

But Sukuna was relentless. Every time Satoru touched the ball, Sukuna was there, pressing hard on defense, Satoru had noticed how his eyes sparkled with mischief and some darkness in them. But Satoru remained composed and continued with the game, keeping his cool even as Sukuna’s taunts echoed around him. 

“Are you sure you’re focused, captain?” Sukuna taunted as they collided mid-game, their shoulders colliding with a force that made the crowd gasp. “Or are you too distracted thinking about your kitty?” Sukuna laughed mockingly. 

Satoru didn’t answer, instead he headed for the basket, evading Sukuna and scoring a perfect shot. The crowd erupted into an uproar and his teammates cheered, clapping him on the back, but he could still feel Sukuna’s gaze on him. Satoru couldn’t hide his anger, his fists and jaw clenched, as he remembered how Sukuna had referred to you. 

During a timeout, Suguru pulled Satoru aside, his voice low but firm. “Don’t let it go to your head. This is just another game. Focus on your game plan, not Sukuna.”

Satoru nodded and took a deep breath. “I’m fine, Suguru…” But he wasn’t, he could feel the familiar spark of rivalry growing. A part of him knew that Sukuna was trying to distract him, but another part, one he couldn't ignore, was determined to show Sukuna that he couldn't be defeated. 

As the final quarter began, the game was very evenly matched. Both teams were racing with adrenaline from one side to the other, exhaustion taking over as each second passed.

But then everything shifted.

Satoru had the ball in his hand when he felt how Sukuna came running to him. Sukuna launched himself at him from the side, his shoulders slamming hard into Satoru’s ribs. 

The force of the blow was intense, unexpected, and he immediately felt blinding pain shoot through Satoru’s body. He staggered, his vision blurred, and within seconds he collapsed to the court, overcome with pain. His head hit the ground, and Satoru started to feel how everything around him began to darken and his name was being called in the distance.

Your POV

You look at the clock that was on the wall as you waited for the lady to give you the money. The match was probably over by know.

You were anxious to know the result and excited to see Satoru’s smiling face telling you they won. 

Your eyes were again on the old lady who was in front of you and who carefully was counting each penny she had on her hands to give you the payment. 

“Here you go.” The old woman said with a smile. 

You offered her a polite smile and gave her her bag with what she bought. “Thank you for coming.” 

The store was once again empty, it was just you and the sound of the machines that store the food as a distant sound. You pulled your phone out from your pocket, expecting excited messages from Satoru and from Kyoko. But you were met with a black screen, your old phone was dead, it ran out of battery without you noticing it. 

A sighed escaped from your lips as you went to the employee’s room and searched for the cable to charge your phone. 

Leaving aside the present you were going to give Satoru once he was there you carefully connected the phone and left it on the side when you heard the noise of the door opening.

Maybe it was him. He came?

You stepped outside the room, expecting to see the white hair of Satoru shining brightly under the lights of the store. But your smile quickly dropped when you saw Haibara and Nanami’s face.

Normally you would be excited but the look on their faces was telling you otherwise.

Before you could speak, Nanami spoke. “Something happened.” 

Something cold run through yourself as Nanami’s words sank on your chest. “What…?”

Haibara called out your name as he approached you. “You need to leave with Kento. I will stay here don’t worry.” 

Your mind was raising, confused and with thousand of questions popping. Nanami took your arm and without a word he guide you to his car. 

“Wait…” You said before entering. “What happened? What’s going on?”

“Hayashi didn’t send you a message?” Nanami asked.

“My phone died, it ran out of battery… doesn’t matter! Why did Kyoko send me a message? What is going on?” You exploded.

“It’s Gojo.” You knew you were losing your strength. “He had an accident during the match.” 

An accident? What?

“He is at the hospital right now…” He continued, but you could only hear him far away from you. Until he called you back. “Geto and Hayashi are there and our coach is also there. But Haibara and I came to pick you.”

“Is he… is he okay?” You trembled, scared of knowing the answer.

“I don’t know, he didn’t look good when they took him out of the match.” The air that was on your lugs once again disappeared as you listened to Nanami’s words.

“But how…? How did it happened?”

“It was a player from another team, he had problems in the past with Gojo and… he took it out today with Gojo.” Nanami explained. “He was unconscious when they took him, Geto asked as to come here for you and take you straight to the hospital.”

You nodded, shaking as every word started to process one by one in your mind. “Yeah… we should get going.”

The car ride was silent, your leg moved up and down as you felt how the suffocating knot that had formed in your stomach now settled in your body, practically leaving you without breathing. You had too many questions, but none of them came out of your lips, it was almost as if you didn't have enough strength to articulate a word.

The ride seemed endless, each second felt longer than the last. Every breath felt shallow and your mind was racing, like you were one of those Formula 1 cars, you were terrified to know its condition and completely angry towards the person who had done this to Satoru.

You felt Nanami’s eyes staring at you and then his voice echoed in the car. “We will be there soon… Captain Gojo is strong…” He whispered the last part as if he was a reminder for himself too.

You slightly nodded, still anxious and distressed. 

When you arrived you didn’t even wait for the car to stop before exiting and running towards the entrance of the emergency room. Nanami’s voice called your name but you didn’t pay attention to him, you searched for some familiar faces, you needed to know his state. See him.

The pulse in your heart went straight to your ears when you saw Kyoko and Suguru’s silhouette not far from where you were. You were afraid of getting closer and hearing what they knew. 

“Oh…” Kyoko gasped when she saw you. “You are here!” She hugged you. “I tried calling you but it said it was off.”

“My phone, it ran out of battery…” You whispered against her. “Kyoko, what…”

“He is stable now…” Suguru spoke this time, his voice was shaky. “They gave him painkillers for his rib and the contusion on the head was not serious. He will be okay.”

You nodded. “How did it happened?” You asked Suguru.

“It was an ex-team member… he… he got in a fight with Satoru last year and after that he got kicked out of the team.” Suguru explained. “And today…” 

“Is he crazy?” You said. “Hurting someone over a…”

“It’s okay…” Kyoko tried to calm you down.

“You can go in.” Suguru said. “I’m sure that he will be glad to see you once he wakes up.”

As you followed Suguru’s steps to the room where Satoru was, Kyoko never once let your hand go. Giving you the support you desperately need it. As you stood in front of the door, you opened with shaky hands and entered it. It was completely quiet and Satoru was in the hospital bed, sleep.

You felt the sensation in your stomach growing bigger as you got closer to the bed. Studying his face, you noticed how it was paler than usual, you felt a pang of sadness as you noticed that.

Satoru was always smiling, cheerful, radiant and now… he was there, in a hospital bed, unconscious. 

Your trembling fingers touched his white snowy hair. “Satoru…” You gently whispered, hoping for your nickname you used to hate so much to come out of his mouth.

But nothing happened, the only sound in the room was the monitors tracking his heart rate. You held his hand and sat next to him. 

Minutes started to pass as you kept on waiting for him to come back to you. You leaned forward, resting your head on the edge of his bed and closing your eyes to breathe in his familiar scent, calming your nerves. Despite the worry that was gnawing at you, the steady beat of his heart brought you a small comfort, a reminder that he was still there.

Last time you were in a hospital was when your grandma was about to pass away. You never liked hospitals, those white walls reminded you of back when you were little after the accident with your mother. Now you knew what happened and that dislike was only bigger. 

It was like you were always in a position where you had to see your loved ones suffering. Suguru said he was going to be okay, but despite that you were scared, scared of the possibility of losing him. 

You knew that your love was going fast but for some reason you felt like it was meant to be, that it was the type of love you would find in books, in films, in songs. 

“Satoru…” You whispered once again, squishing his hand. “Please come back, come back to me.” 

Your eyes began to grow heavy as the door softly opened, a man and a woman entering the room. Their expressions were neither warm nor eager, but reserved, almost cold. You swallowed hard as their gazes fell on you, you felt like they were analyzing you completely with those looks, they were almost telling you that you didn't deserve to be in that place. You didn't hesitate for a second to know who they were, they were Satoru's parents, but unlike Satoru, the gaze of those two people lacked warmth. Their gazes moved to stop at your hand that held Satoru's. 

The woman's eyes narrowed slightly and her lips pressed into a thin line as she watched you at her side. 

"Are you... Satoru's friend?" His mother finally asked, with a sharp tone that almost froze your blood. She barely waited for your nod before pressing her lips together even more. “I didn’t expect my son to have *guests*,” she continued, a subtle disdain in her voice. “Especially considering the kind of company he usually keeps.”

Her husband nodded slightly, giving you a subtle look. “I’m sure you’re… worried about him.” He said. “But this is a family matter. You’d better leave.”

The disdain was clear in his words, and the pain of it cut deep. Satoru’s parents clearly saw you as an outsider, someone who didn’t deserve to be here during such a crucial time. You hesitated, looking back at Satoru, unsure if you should let go of his hand. 

But the sight of him lying there, pale and vulnerable, hardened something inside you. Satoru had been there for you when you needed him most, you weren’t about to leave now, especially not when you knew of the abusive behaviors of those two people towards Satoru. 

With a calm breath, you looked up and met the icy gaze of his mother. “With all due respect, I’m not leaving. Satoru means a lot to me and I’ll be here when he wakes up.”

You held his hand a little tighter, feeling both protective and defiant. You would stay, no matter what they thought. Satoru was there because of someone else's cruelty, and you were determined to be there when he opened his eyes, to be the face that reminded him that he was loved, even if his own parents couldn't see the strength of the bond you shared.

His father laughed slightly, a laugh that could be straight from a villain. “Don’t tell me you are the real reason why our son is refusing to leave that stupid degree…”

You blinked slowly, as your mouth parted trying to talk. “What…?”

This time Satoru’s mother moved closer to you, with her arms crossed in her chest and her lips still in a thin line. “We told Satoru he should focus on the family business, think about what the family needs and he still refused and acted like a little kid. But apparently he prefers to throw that away for…” She took a lock of your hair and looked at you with those cold eyes, which although in color resembled Satoru's, everything else was completely unknown. “For someone like you.”

You felt how you were getting slapped across the face with those sharp words. “I’m sorry, but with all the respect. Satoru is his own person, who is capable of making his decisions and chooses what makes him happy. If you pay attention to him you would know he…”

Satoru’s father's laugh cut you off, leaving you muted as that laugh filled the room. “You are playing with fire, you know? Satoru has the potential to be one of the best lawyers and own the market within a few years, and position our family at the top. But you appeared and as stubborn he is now suddenly he is not listening to us. And look at him, here laying down in a hospital bed because he was probably too distracted thinking about you to pay attention to the game.”

The blood on your veins started to boil as those words hit you. “Satoru is doing what he wants, which makes him truly happy. He is not someone to bow for someone else's desires.”

“People could never understand what it means to be part of a family like ours.” This time his mother spoke. 

Your heart pounded with anger on your chest, you didn’t want to show them any weakness but it was becoming harder with each passing moment. 

“You came to the party with our son right?” His mother spoke once again. “It was not difficult for us to track you down…” Your eyes narrowed. “No family, works in a grocery store and you are on scholarship.”

“I have a family…”

“Dead…”

If you could describe what you were seeing at that moment it was red, just red. Your whole self was full of anger, your heart was racing on your chest, while you were trying to calm yourself down. 

This time Satoru’s time spoke. “You think he will thank you for this someday? For being the reason why he is wasting his potential.”

It was one after the other, one punch after another. You always felt you were a strong person, who didn’t let yourself bow down for anyone, but at that moment you were feeling like they threw you at the lions and there was nothing you could do. 

You strongly closed your eyes, trying to stop any tear that was trying to come out.

“Leave…” A voice sounded in the room and you felt how your heart started to warm again, as if was coming back to life.

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[amimimi]

sk8 boys would reacting to you pulling them in by their belt

synopsis: you pulling the sk8 babes in by their belts for a kiss

pairings: joe x reader, cherry x reader, reki x reader, langa x reader

warnings: kissing, suggestive themes, swearing

notes: not me just seeing this tiktok trend ...but thoughts are being thunk...❤️ also, i apologize in advance for any grammatical/spelling errors

word count: 1,930

JOE

this flirty ass b*tch 😒

he thinks he’s so smooth...and he is!

i see y’all bar hopping in the early talking stages of your relationship

so you’re seated the bar and you’re kinda annoyed because maybe there are a couple girls who come up to him and offer to buy him a drink? (of course they would, have you seen how he’s built?)

BUT THAT’S NOT EVEN THE BAD PART

this mf get’s up from his stool and starts FLIRTING BACK?? AND YOU’RE JUST SITTING THERE LIKE —🧍��♀️

but then he turns back to you and see’s the displeased look on your face.

cue joe nervously laughing and gently shooing the other girls away

but you’re already pissed bc like? the nerve of him? and in front of you??

you stare straight past him, leaning your elbow up on the bar table as he stands in front of you. babbling out apologies(?)

if you can even call them that?

“babe, i’m sorry! you know it’s force of habit! i didn’t even get to see what they looked like! and they were being nice! what was I supposed to do? tell them to get gone? i was just being polite to them, i’m a feminist after all 😏—”

b*tch...what?

you feel like you’re getting dumber just listening to him

so you kinda tilt your head to look at him and let your hands settle on the front of his belt

his voice kinda tilts? like it slightly gets a just a bit higher ?

before he can even make a smart ass remark, you firmly tug him towards you and kiss him

he hums in surprise before chuckling into the kiss and bringing his warm, calloused hands up to your face

he pulls away and quickly pecks at your lips before playfully outing

“oof, so mean”

“but you like that” you reply before kissing him again

meanwhile, the bartender is watching yall like “😐😑😐”

REKI

like with joe, i imagine you pulling this stunt off in the beginning of your relationship

you and reki are in the little workshop behind his house doing normal relationship stuff

you know, reki working on a skateboard repair while you lovingly admire his side profile...yea ❤️

he’s so absorbed in his work, his eyebrows are furrowed every so slightly, and he’ll randomly clench his jaw and WOWOWOW HE LOOK SO GOOD!

you feel so blessed just being able to take this sight in

you’re watching him intently with your elbows propped up on the table and your face resting between your hands

reki’s in the middle of tightening the screws when he notices you looking out of his peripheral vision

he glances over to you and sees you staring at him

have y’all seen that meme of meghan markle at her wedding looking up at harry?

YEA, YEA you’re literally looking up at reki like that

and boy does reki get FLUSTERED

he tries to act cool about catching you staring but baby is blushing way too hard

“w-what?”, reki mentally kicks himself for stammering as he returns his focus to the skateboard

“you look really hot right now”

reki damn near chokes and his face gets even more red (if that’s even possible)

he turns his back to you to reach for a wrench on the wall adjacent to him

but he's trynna hide how hard he's blushing uwu

you're laughing now and the melodic sound makes the tension in reki’s shoulders dissipate

yea...y’all are whipped for each other

reki is pouting with his back to you, still “looking” for his wrench

when all of sudden, he feels your hands settle on his waist, urging him to turn around

"rekiiiiii", you playfully whine. "i can't admire my boyfriend?"

he's turning around to tell you that he's busy, but then your fingers hook onto his belt

and before his brain can compute what's happening, you're sharply tugging his belt and your mouth is on his, hot and heavy

and reki moans

and it's so high-pitched and so earnest and so loud, you almost want to giggle

but then his knees buckle and he kinda collapses forward into you

so y'all both kinda shuffle back, but reki manages to catch himself by wrapping his arms around you for support

you're about to pull away to ask if he's okay, but then he brings one hand up to your face and parts his mouth

and when you gasp against his mouth, he feels slightly relieved knowing his dignity has been saved somehow

reki pulls away first, panting, and rests his forehead against your collarbone, trying to hide his face again

"you suck" he murmurs into your chest, slightly dizzy

you hum contentedly, combing his hair back before kissing the top of his head

CHERRY

first of all, this mf is an aries (just when i thought he couldn’t get sexier)

and aries men...🥴

basically, you have to do a lot to actually fluster this man

so let’s say he takes you with him for a two-day work trip on a nearby island

while he works with his clients during the day, you busy yourself by wandering around the hotel or walking along the beach

basically, the only time the two of you have together is in the evening

it’s your last night before y’all have to return to okinawa

kaoru tells you to get dressed and takes you out to this expensive ass restaurant and he’s sooooo f*cking romantic

the love in his eyes,,,, his soft ass smile as he watches you ramble in between taking sips from your wine glass

he’s looking at you as you’re personally responsible for the sun rising each day

i mean, you could’ve been talking about how you saw a crab on the beach that was missing a leg, and kaoru would just be like “tell me more bby 🥰😍”

when y’all make it back to the hotel, you’re both a little tipsy (kaoru is more so buzzed)

you’re holding onto kaoru’s arm as you both take the elevator up to your hotel room

kaoru feels you slightly sway against him and he leans over to kiss the top of your head

“you alright, darling?” he murmurs into your hair

he takes your hand in his and runs the pad of his thumb over the back of your hand

and he does all of this while his lips are pressed against the top of your head— SIR PLS ✋😩

it’s an chaste act and you know he’s genuinely concerned but after two glasses of wine, your brain is just—🥴

hornknee thoughts only 😩💯

sloppily, you wiggle out of kaoru’s embrace before centering yourself in front of him with your hands placed on his chest

at your action, kaoru’s eyebrow raises ever so slightly but he keeps silent, slightly amused

“you’re so f*cking fine” you murmur, slightly smoothing your hands over kaoru’s chest, staring him right in eye

“oh?”

“yea, and you don’t even try. What’s that like?”

by now, kaoru’s softly smiling. “what’s what like, my love?”

“what’s it like to be so hot without even trying?”

and before ol boy can even reply to that, your hands find his belt before firmly pulling him in for a kiss

kaoru hums at the sudden jolt but then sighs appreciatively through his nose and wastes no time parting his mouth for you

b*tch, you’re the one who’s moaning skxhsnwje

still kissing you, he smooths your hair back with one hand before grabbing a fistful of your hair

he firmly yanks your hair back and deepens the kiss, and you just— 🤸‍♀️

the moan that elicits from you, is OTHERWORLDY

you feel the elevator roll to a stop

kaoru pulls back with a grin on his face and so much love in his eyes that you’re tempted to go in for round two

but then the elevator door slides open and he grabs your hand, tugging you into the hallways

as he leads you to the hotel room, kaoru slightly turns his head back to smile at you, with the same amount of love in his eyes

LANGA

i feel like langa may get flustered as easily as reki might, but he’s manages to be a lot more cool about it

which kinda drives you up the wall? you just wanna see your boyfriend embarrassed for once

all he does is slightly blush with a straight face and glance away

so let’s say he’s walking you home after you, him, and reki were hanging about at a skatepark

the sun had already set and langa is walking beside you with his skateboard under one arm.

the walk is pretty silent, but it’s a comfortable silence. langa finds that he and you can soak up each other’s presence without having to say a word

you see him jolt out of your peripheral vision and you’re like ???

before you can glance over and ask if he’s okay, he quickly grabs your hand

you glance up at him, confused, and he simply replies “i forgot to hold your hand, sorry”

langa wtf??

fighting back the urge to laugh, you squeeze his hand and tell him it’s fine

both of you share a soft smile, before the easy silence continues for the rest of the walk

when y’all arrive on your porch steps, you turn to him and thank him for walking you home

langa assures you it’s no problem before saying goodnight

he’s turns around and takes a couple steps away, when you clear your throat

he glances back at you, quizzically

you’re standing on the porch step, with your hands behind your back.

there’s a mischievous glint in your eyes

“aren’t you forgetting something?” you playfully chide him

langa: 😐😑😐

you can literally see the gears turning in langa’s head

“...did you want me to walk you to your bedroom?”

you can’t help the laughter that bubbles out of you, and langa feels his cheeks reddened slightly

“angel, no. I meant a goodnight kiss?”

“o-oh, right”

his brows furrowed slightly as he determinedly making his way over to you

he’s so—&:&72737

as he’s making his way over, an idea pops into your head and you kinda “>:3”

when langa is standing in front of you, your hands grip onto his belt and you yank him into a kiss

bby boy almost drops his skateboard

he quickly inhaled through his nose before giving a stuttered moan and you smile into the kiss

you’re standing on the first step to your porch so the added height is giving you more access

BITE HIS MFIN LIP! he will gasp so prettily into your mouth

entranced, he keeps leaning more and more forward, that is, until the back of your foot hits the step behind you

stumbling backwards, you fall back and pull langa along right with you

you fall right on your ass, yelping as you knock foreheads with langa as he falls into you

so now, you’re both left moaning, gripping your foreheads

“are you okay?” langa asks you, dropping his hand from his forehead revealing a red mark

you begin to laugh at the sight of it and langa just stares at you, confused but slightly defensive

“w-what?!”

“your forehead is red” you giggle

“well yea, you slammed your forehead into mine”

“you slammed your forehead into mine” you give him a quick peck on his lip before smoothing his hair hair back

“that looks like it’s gonna bruise,” you murmur and press a kiss to his forehead “I’ll get you some ice, come inside”

end notes: i wanted to get this out in time for cherry’s bday!

[kimonobeat]

aiko bon “Profile Interview” Chapter 5 (3/3)

ーDoes that ‘no barriers’ approach also show the way you interact with your fans? I’ve seen your fans say hello to you many times during interviews. It almost surprises me just how frank you are with them.

aiko: Maybe so. I guess, like… I’m a strange kind of shy person, aren’t I? I chat very casually with my fans whenever they call my name. I just feel like it should be special because I don’t know if I’ll ever see them again-- or maybe I won’t ever again, you know? One time I even waited about 5 minutes for a fan. This guy stopped me on the road and said, “Excuse me, are you aiko?” I said yes, and then he said, “My girlfriend’s younger sister is such a big fan of yours that she made a whole website about you on her computer. Do mind if I take a picture to send to her?” I said, “I’m sorry, my management won’t let me take pictures with people.” So then he asked, “How about an autograph!” I said, “I don’t mind doing that for you!” But then he was like, “I don’t have a pen or paper on me though. What should we do?” I said, “Oh, I don’t have one on me either… What indeed… Um… Oh, you could buy them at the convenience store over there!” He said, “Ah, I don’t have my wallet on me either right now. My girlfriend works in a store just over there and she’s got her wallet. I’ll go get it from her. Do you mind waiting for me? Do you have the time?” I said that I did, and waited for 5 minutes.

ーI know of people who’ve waited to GET autographs, but this is the first time I’ve ever heard of someone waiting around to GIVE an autograph. (laughs)

aiko: For real though! (laughs) Anyway, I did an autograph for him with the colored paper and a pen he bought. And then he said, “Um… My girlfriend’s on her way over right now too, so if you have the time… if you don’t mind waiting…” I told him I didn’t have the time and then went home. But yeah, I really do just talk to my fans like normal when I meet them on the street. Like, I almost feel like people might just mistake us for acquaintances sometimes. (laughs) I especially end up talking to my girl fans because they’re just sooo cute. You know how you can have a totally different impression of someone just from talking to them once? That’s why I put so much care into every single encounter I have with my fans, and why those moments where people were particularly unkind really stick with me. I’ve got a good memory for people who said certain things back then but treat me completely differently now.

ーIt must be a big shock to experience someone treating you differently between then and now, I’m sure.

aiko: Oh, it is. Like someone being blunt and kind of potty-mouthed when we first meet, but then halfway through they start talking politely-- like, calling me “Ms. aiko” all of a sudden. There were some people I met for the very first time who said things like, “Oh, you’re that one girl who thinks character is sooooo important, aren’t you?” But then I released “Kabutomushi”, and “Sakura no Toki”, and then when I release “Boyfriend” they started speaking very politely to me. They’d say, “Long time no see!” and I was like, “YOU… !” (laughs)

ーYou’ve always been pretty straightforward deep down though, sort of like a man.

aiko: That’s true. I think my personality’s sort of boyish because was I always surrounded by boys when I was little. I’m still pretty boyish to this day. (laughs) There’s a lot of times where, feelings-wise, I sort of turn into a guy. For example, I’m definitely a ‘guy’ when I’m in love with someone. I’m not the kind of person who would say, “I can’t believe you’d cheat on me!” If that happened to me, I’d just say, “HEEL!” (laughs)

ーBy the way, about the “Teens Music Festival” contest you entered when you were in junior college. Did you think of that as getting your foot in the door to becoming a pro?

aiko: I did, but only vaguely. I went to go see a underclassman who was in it the year before. “Aw, that looks like fun,” I thought to myself. ”Oh, so ‘teens’ means you can only be in the contest if you’re in your teens? Guess I’ll give it a try too!” So then I put my name in. You didn’t need to record a demo tape to send in for that contest either. They had this system where you paid 20,000 yen for some tickets and had to sell them yourself. Basically if you paid the 20,000 yen, you got to sing on stage. (laughs)

ーThat was in January of ‘95, right?

aiko: Yeah, when I was 19. The “Teens” contest started off with a competition in my hometown, then after than it was progressed to a prefectural competition, the Kinki regional competition, then a national competition at Shibuya Park. I sang in the “Miki Gakki Umeda Shop Competition”-- the Great Hanshin Earthquake happened earlier that morning. I didn’t actually win first place in that store’s competition; I got the runner-up prize or something, I think. But only the person who won first place got to move on in the competition. “Guess I lost. Oh well,” I thought to myself. “It is what it is. It’s still a nice memory!” Then the next day, I got a phone call that they were doing try-outs.

ーWas it some kind of secondary try-out?

aiko: I’m not sure what to call it. I guess you could say it was a consolation match. I was asked to sing in it, and this time I managed to make it to the Kinki competition at Miel Parque Hall. Two people got the grand prize in that competition. Me and these girls from Okinawa were the ones who were chosen. Then when I went to the national competition in May of that same year, I won first place. Degawa Tetsuro, Morikawa Miho, and producer Sakuma (Masahide) were on the judge’s panel for that one, I think. I met Shiina Ringo and Taniguchi Takashi there for the first time too.

ーWhat song did you sing at the “Teens Music Festival”?

aiko: My own original song. They didn’t mind if you did a cover song, but since it was a contest and I didn’t know who would be watching me perform, I figured I’d might as well give it a shot using my own songs. Plus my friends were all singing their own songs, so it just felt normal to me to use an original song for a contest. Then I wrote my very first song, “Aitsu wo Furimukaseru Houhou (How to Make Him Turn Around)”, the coupling track on the single “Sakura no Toki”.

ーSo you’re saying that you won your very first contest with the first song you ever wrote?

aiko: Yup! I sang “Aitsu wo Furimukaseru Houhou” from the local store competition all the way to the national competition. I sang it with a friend accompanying me on the piano.

ーThat’s also a pretty huge comeback there, considering you went from competing in a ‘consolation match’ all the way to winning the national  competition.

aiko: You’re right, now that I think about it. I got pretty lucky.

ーI also find it pretty amazing that you sang the first song you ever wrote. You’d really never written your own song up until you decided to compete in that contest?

aiko: I really hadn’t ever made anything before that, not even in music school. It was only after I joined that contest that I thought about writing a song for the first time in my life.

ーYou never even thought about writing one?

aiko: Never! I’d never even tried. I’d never come up with a melody, or a rhythm to go with it, or even written lyrics before then. I’d just generally never thought to write one.

ーBut when you DID decide to write one, you were able to.

aiko: Yeah, I was! I had no idea how to go about writing a song, but fortunately for me, the melody and lyrics all came to me at once. I was like, “If I’m gonna be in this contest… I guess I’ll try and write one too!” And it just all came to me. I wasn’t able to use a piano then, so I just sang and wrote it that way. The “I hate~ regretting things~” line just came to me so naturally! “Which is why I’m gonna do what I want~” rolled off my tongue while I was singing too. The guy I was dating at the time said, “That’s a nice song. Who is it by?” When I said it was mine, he told me, “Well, it’s a great song!” You could say that motivated me to get all done in one sitting. (laughs)

ーDid anything inspire you to make that first line come to mind?

aiko: No, not really… It just sort of popped into my head. In that song, I’m singing about the time I got dumped about a year before I wrote that song. We were both part of the same group of friends, so we hung out a lot even after he dumped me. I might've been dragging things out too, I guess. Anyway, it became a song a year after that.

ーIt sounds as if you took to writing and composing a song for the first time pretty easily.

aiko: Like fish to water! I went about it in a real unorthodox way though. I had no idea what a verse or a chorus was, so the song is structured weirdly. You know how normally, songs go ‘A, B, chorus, A, B, chorus, bridge, chorus’? Or ‘A, B, chorus, A, B, chorus, bridge, B, chorus”? “Aitsu wo Furimukaseru Houhou” goes like ‘A, B, chorus, bridge, key change, chorus’, and then it ends. During the contest, the people from Yamaha paid a lot of attention to that. “There’s no pattern to the way you wrote this,” they said. “There’s a pattern you could follow: A, B, chorus.”  I was like, “Oh, shut up! I’ll just write an even better song then!” (laughs) The things they said to me back then still stick with me to this day, though. I still hesitate when I write songs because of it.

ーAbout making your songs follow that “A, B, chorus” structure, you mean?

aiko: That, and when I’m writing lyrics. One time they tallied up all the times I used the words ‘atashi (I)’ and ‘anata (you)’. They were like, “See how much you use those words?” Oh, they also once told me to keep writing songs with a ‘phone’ motif. “Wait, what? Phones!?” I said. They said, “You’ve got pink phones, pay phones, home phones, cell phones… all kinds of different phones. What do you communicate over the phone? What do you feel, and how you communicate that to the person you’re talking to using that phone? Make that into a song. Heck, you’ll make ALL of those phones into songs.” I’m still sort of traumatized by that. My producer’s told me SO many times not to worry too much about it, but I get hung up on it anyway.

ーThey were putting all this attention on you when you still didn’t know anything and had just started writing songs. Maybe that’s why it’s drilled into your head.

aiko: Maybe. I didn’t have a single clue, back then. Even at vocal lessons I’d sit there and think, “Why do we do this crap?” Entering the contest got me to go to vocal lessons for a little while, but you know those things you do like, stretch, sorta? Like, where you sing “Ma ma ma ma ma, ma ma ma ma ma~” to practice your enunciation? I haaaated that. I thought to myself, “Why ‘ma’ of all things? Ugh, this is dumb!” The one time I went, they told me I had no stomach muscle at all. I was told to come back for my next lesson on a certain date, but then that day I wasn’t able to go because my nose wouldn’t stop running. Eventually I just kept making up reasons not to go, and only ended up going one more time after that. (laughs) My experience with vocal lessons ends there.

ーYou didn’t give it another try when you got signed by a major label?

aiko: No, no I didn’t. My vocal lessons were all those times I did karaoke in high school. (laughs) I didn’t take any classes where they made you do that “Ma ma ma ma ma~” stuff in music school, either. I went to karaoke boxes with my friends and karaoked myself to death instead. I used to sing for the better part of 5 hours. So much that I would’ve been happy to lose my voice. My throat’s always been really strongーit was when I was in the pep squad in high school, tooーso I never once lost my voice. I sang pretty much every single kind of song there was and never had to worry about my throat.

ーHave you ever tried to sing enka at karaoke?

aiko: I didn’t sing any enka. I’ve had to sing it at my dad’s bar a few times, though. Stuff like ”Ringo Oiwake”: “The apple~ petals~” You know, “Ringo Oiwake” or “TAXI”, things an elementary school student would sing. “Raise your hand~ for a~ taxi~” Or “If only you’d hold me~”. I’d sing even though the customers would complain that a little brat was singing. (laughs) You might say that, for me, karaoke has always given me a place to get that enunciation practice. I think that’s where I formed my way of singing.

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[antiziosadventureinokinawa]

A new year celebration in the beginning of December

So remember me saying that I was going to be part of a new year celebrations on television. So this is the story.

So Wednesday (6th December) I had some contact with the coordinator for the exchange program, so that evening he sent me a message if I wanted to come with and cheer for the vice president of our school when he preformed a traditional Okinawan song, the next day. So I accepted, because it seemed like an interesting thing to do, even if it was short notice.

So come Thursday with lessons the whole day and a test the last lessons, so luckily we got out a little earlier, so I had time to go back and change my clothes a bit. I don’t think those clothes were the best for the event, because it was so formal, but it was all I had. I wasn’t horribly out of place, but still. Also one of the other exchange students had ripped jeans so…but we were only 4 (Me, Sasha, Gil and Folksong(?)) exchange students, and the only students form the school who came to cheer for the vice president, probably because of the short notice so yeah.

But leaving the school, after having some trouble with the Folksong because of miscommunication, but we managed to be collected and ushered onto the bus, which is the same bus they picked us up in when I arrived in Okinawa. Anyway. The bust was like full off people who had come with us to cheer as well, but it was all staff. Also some of them did a small dance as part of the cheering.

Well arriving at the hotel it was so big and cool and pretty beautiful and sooooo many people inside and everybody was dressed up, some in also in different costumes, and at least 2 people in mascot costumes so yeah. We had to put on a shirt like thing on top of our clothes so with the name of ryudai and so we looked somewhat uniform and yeah. So we had 2 tables, and I think every company had like 2 tables so yeah. And since we were 3 we had to wait to eat until after the performance, but it was alright, but probably because they shouldn’t see plates on our table when we cheered.

So we had a repetition, and I wished I could have seen the dance properly because I was standing behind the table. So we listened to the songs by the contestants until the vice president was performing. Since we were cheering, with some of the staff dancing, and we exchange students saying good luck in our own language (Lycka till!). While the vice president performed, we stood there cheering, and I remember my face being itchy, because in that situations where you’re not allowed to to move you feel everything, and not allowing myself to move. But the vice president did a great job and I was so honored to be able to see it.

The food was so delicious and so beautiful, and we talked to some of the staff which was pretty funny because it was a mix of English and Japanese and alcohol. Mostly because out of the 4 of us, there was one who was really good at japanese, I’m just okay, and the 2 others are beginners and didn’t speak any Japanese like 2 months ago. But I tried some Awamori, something with Shikuwasa and then something like really strong whiskey. Which wasn’t that bad, just very strong. Feels like the sort of thing you should drink when having a sore throat. I even got to take a bottle with me home. So yay. Not that I know what to do with it now, cause I don’t drink that much alcohol, but I’m saving ti so my sister can try it. If anybody wants it after that just ask for it.

As dessert we had a like sweet thing, bakelse, can’t remember the English word atm. Update this in the future if you ever remember. You probably won’t though. Anyway. After that it was time to announce the winners so me and Sasha had to go to the stage to take the presents so the vice president wouldn’t be forced to hold it the whole time.

Also there is an interesting thing about the price ceremony that I won’t publish here, but if you wanna know, send me a private message, and I might tell you. Or I might have forgotten it by the time you ask so no can do. If I’m smart I’ll save a note somewhere about it. Its more like a thing you might be able to work out, but i hadn’t thought about the possibility before.

So the winner was announced, and we all danced the traditional new years “dance” up onto the stage, took some pictures, and then we were done. So it was back into the bus, this time only the exchange students and the coordinator. idk where everybody else disappeared. I felt kinda bad for the coordinator, since he had an hours drive home, we arrived at school pretty late, and he had to be up at 6:00 the next day for work. The other students also had class the next day, two of them at 8:00, except me, cause I don’t have any lessons on Fridays. So it was then time to get back home to the apartment, and sleep.

So that was the story of how I got on Japanese TV, or will get on it. Because it should be sent at new years. Because I’m writing this before the it’ll be sent but I’ll post it after it has been sent because I don’t want to spoil anything, even if I haven’t really.

[dearbody-ihateyou]

What have you taken for granted today?

As long as I can remember, I've been sick. I've had different levels of pain, different daily struggles, and different mental health problems because of it. I can not remember the last time I woke up in the morning and thought any thing other than, "Fuck, I'm sooooo not ready to do this again." When you're living with a chronic illness your entire life is turned upside down, shaken up a bit, and then run over by an angry mob of black friday shoppers. Okay, so, maybe that's being a bit dramatic, but life from a bed gets a little boring! I've got to spice it up when I can 😜 Most people who don't deal with incredibly high levels of pain everyday, simply can't understand what it is to live with chronic, and invisible illnesses.

For example, it's a Tuesday morning and you just realized you have absolutely nothing in the fridge for dinner this week (and no a week of fast-food is not an option as much as we all wish it could be). So what do you do? You shower, get dressed, and go to the supermarket! Grab enough things for this weeks meal-plan and go home to get it all put away! How easy was that?

Oh how I miss the days of a boring grocery haul! A couple of years ago I needed to grab some groceries to feed my husband and I for the week; by the time I managed to feel well enough to shower, I had used what felt like all of my energy for the day, if not the week! After a short nap I persevered and was heading out the door; I was light headed, tachycardic, my blood pressure was low, and I felt like I could vomit at any moment. Today, I decided, would be the day I finally used my handicap placard! I had been avoiding going out on bad days because I was so damn embarrassed to use it. I was in my very early 20s and, "full of life!" I looked so healthy! I was fearful to use it, because even I hadn't fully accepted invisible illness and I believed those spots were better used on someone in a wheelchair. But, my bad days were coming more frequently than not, and I realized that no one will be as hard on me as I am. We're our own worst enemies, right? If my doctors thought it would improve my quality of life, than it was something I needed to try. I scanned the parking lot and chose to take the spot furthest from the door just in case there was a flood of disabled people who needed the closer spots more than I did. I made it through the grocery store, deciding to buy only what I needed for a couple of days to avoid multiple trips unloading the car, and I did it all without passing out or vomiting on a stranger in isle 4! I was feeling worse than when I came in, but relieved to be out and very ready to sit down. When I left the store and started towards the parking lot, I noticed multiple police officers waiting by my car. My face was instantly red, and I knew exactly why they were there and in that momented I just wanted to sit down and cry. Some one had called the police because I didnt, "look handicapped." I spent what seemed like hours listening to the police scold me. Whose handicap placard had I stolen? Was it even my car? Did I have any idea how much trouble I could get in? The fines I'd be paying? The entire reason I had the placard is because my body reacts violently to gravity, which is made way worse by extreme heat and sun. So, I used this spot to get me closer to the door for less time spent standing up in the brutal Okinawa heat. The ENTIRE time the police officers were "talking" to me they refused to let me sit in my air conditioned car. I had to stand, in the well above 90 degree weather, in front of a packed parking lot full of curious bystanders. I pulled out my paperwork, that I had so graciously left on my dashboard, out of the car and handed it to the police officers. I showed them my ID, my placard, and then explained to them why not all illnesses are visible. Why not every disabled person must be in a wheelchair, or be connected to machines and tubes and oxygen. The police were automatically apologetic, they were sorry for the inconvenience, and they explained that they had received an anonymous phone call. My first thoughts were, who was this person? What was going through their mind when they called the police? Why didnt they confront me? I wanted to find them! I didn't want to yell or point fingers or cause a scene. I wasn't angry, I was hurt, but hopeful. I wanted to find this person and explain to them what an invisible illness is. I wanted them to hear my side of the story. I wanted to educate them, so that maybe the next time they came across someone with an invisible illness they didn't leave them feeling the way they had made me feel.

I never found the person/people who called the cops on me. I know this is one extreme example of how our ignorance can affect others, but please, please listen to this story and think about how you could be better. How you can be more considerate towards others. How you couldn't possibly understand whats going on in someones life just by looking at them. How one ignorant action could affect someone who's fighting for their life.

I didn't use my handicap placard again for months. Instead, I left packed parking lots thinking maybe tomorrow it'll be less busy. Maybe tomorrow I can do the simple things so many take for granted. Maybe tomorrow the fight won't be so damn hard.

[shipwrexked]

Tag you’re IT!!!

tag ten people you would like to get to know better

I was tagged by the totally awesome and completely and totally worth-following @graymalkyn

name/nickname(s): My actual name is weird enough that I’ve never needed a nickname. favourite colours: All of them!!! Except white..I have an aversion to white it’s sooooo boring which is ironic since the color white is the mixing of ALL colors. LOL last song i listened to: Melanie Martinez CRYBABY album. I’m currently in love with this album. favourite tv show(s): I have truly immature taste when it comes to t.v. I like The Vampire Diaries, Riverdale, Supernatural, The 100, and in anime it’s gotta be Junjou Romantica, SIH, Haikyuu, Free, ReLife. I know I’m forgetting some but truly I don’t watch a lot of t.v. on a regular basis I’m more of a binge watcher so I prefer to watch shows after the season is over so I can just watch them all at once. Oh wow I almost forgot Yuri On Ice!!! first fandom: In which medium? Books-It would have to be The Hobbit. My mom read it to me when I  was very small and I fell in love with that world. In anime definitely Robotech I wanted to be part of that Mecha-fighting team so bad and Minme is still a selfish jerk loser! I will never not be mad at her. Yes I was 7 years old when that anime was made and I’M NOT SORRY!! I read all the books all the manga I begged my parents for the toys. I was SUCH Robotech trash.  hobbies: I’m an INTP I don’t have hobbies I have obsessions. Cooking (not baking! I’m a shit baker but I can cook with the best of them), Reading, Writing mostly short stories and book reviews though I’ve had a few Essay’s published as well, History most especially Imperial History it’s fascinating to see how imperialistic countries have shaped the fabric of our world all the way back to Genghis Khan. Anime as in the ENTIRE culture of anime and yes it’s a culture I guess you could say I’m an Otaku. I’m pretty much like the biggest geek you will ever know.  books that i’m currently reading: I actually am a book reviewer and while some people may think that’s pretty awesome you get to read all those books before they’re published! The downside is that I often have to read books that I don’t particularly like. I have to be objective and fair and so the books that I’m currently reading may not be fun. That being said I’m currently reading “All the King’s Men”-Political Fiction, Broken Faith-Urban Fantasy, Echos in Death-Futuristic Mystery Series. Those are for work for fun I’m making my way through Haikyuu Manga, 10 Count Manga (omg I have cried SOOO much in this story!!), Re-Reading A Court of Thorns and Roses and A Court of Mist and Fury because A Court of Wings and Ruin comes out in May!!! worst thing i’ve eaten: Squid Ink Pasta. My 10 year old son convinced me I needed to try it because I would love it. I, in fact, did not love it. I do not like salty food so that was just no, it was just all kinds of NO! favourite place(s): I’ve actually been blessed enough to live all over the world and my favorite places are Hamburg Germany, Nepal Italy, Okinawa Japan, Glendale Arizona (yes I loved the desert!) and my home. 

I’m tagging the following people because I’m genuinely curious, but please feel free to do this if you want, and tag me if you want me to see your answers!

@propshophannah

@senselessnope

@teamfeyre @yurionicescreencaps and that’s it because I don’t even know 10 people on tumblr. LOL 

did I tag you @graymalkyn? I don’t know but I think so.