#this is literally just something i did last week

[pazzispizookies]

Marks and a head injury~

Hi guys!! This is just a quick little Pazzi one shot based off a scene in Sella’s amazing series! I hope you guys enjoy!! Let me know how you like it :)

“AZZI!” Paige screamed from the bathroom,

Azzi came running at the sound of her voice, worried something had happened to the blonde, “What?! Are you okay?” She said slightly out of breath.

Paige stood near the counter inspecting herself in the mirror, her reflection showed back 4 marks that Azzi had left the night before, “What. Did. You. DO” Paige said turning towards her, pointing at her neck.

Azzi didn’t mean to leave marks, she never has before, but she must’ve been a little careless last night. “I didn’t mean to! I swear!!”

Paige huffed out, crossing her arms. “Yeah well, you just turn into a vampire last night for no reason?”

Azzi moved forward to inspect the hickies, they were there for sure, all purple against soft pale skin. There was no denying what they were.

“Az..We’re literally suck in the house with your whole family! This is not how we need them to find out were…well, yknow.” Paige replied, her and Azzi still haven’t had the “Talk” aabout what they were yet, for now they were only just now realizing how in love with each other both of them had been their whole friendship. Paige had been living with the Fudds for almost 3 weeks now, still supposed to stay another 2 months while covid dragged on. So to say the least, she didn’t need them knowing she was making out with their daughter every night.

“Do you think we could cover them?” Azzi said running her fingers over the marks, which she was secretly a little proud of.

We could try?” Paige said with a shrug,

A voice broke though their conversation; Katie calling them down, “Girls! Breakfast!”

Paige dragged her hands over her face, mortified of what was to come.

“It’s gonna be fine!! Just..put your hair down, and um wear a long sleeve.” Azzi suggested,

Paige narrowed her eyes at her, “Your lucky your cute, or else I would leave you right here right now.” She ment it be threatening, but the fondness in her voice was clear,

“Oh yeah?” She said back, holding an eye contact that made Paige blush.

Paige leaned forward and kissed her quickly and softly, “Yeah.”

Azzi smiled against her lips, but then focused back on the task at hand. “Okay cmon, she’s gonna come up here if we aren’t down there in like 10 seconds.”

Paige nodded and moved to her room, heading striaght for the closet.

It was summer, meaning the was a blazing 98 degrees outside, not exactly hoodie weather. To make matters worse, Paige was known for always complaining about the heat, wanting to wear as little clothes as humanly possible on days like this.

So as she stood there, black hoodie pulled up, Long blonde hair brushed and down, sweeping over her shoulders and neck. She looked more than unusual.

“This good?” She said looking at Azzi,

Azzi gave her a half-hearted smile, knowing everyone would know something was off, “well…I can’t see them, so..maybe?”

Paige sighed, awaiting her doom in kitchen.

The girls headed downstairs, Azzi in front of Paige to keep her out of eyesight for as long as possible.

“Goodmorning girls!” Tim greeted, already seated eating bacon next to Katie.

Azzi looked up and smiled, “Morning,”

Paige stared down at the floor, giving just a slight nod to Tim.

At this strange greeting, he raised an eyebrow to Katie, silently wondering what was up.

She didn’t know either, but now intrigued on whatever Paige was doing.

Azzi ad her sat down at their normal seats, the plates of colorful food in front of them.

Azzi started eating quietly while Paige picked at some fruit, not daring to make eye contact with anyone.

All she could do was sit in the uncomfortable heat of her hoodie and hair and pretend there wasn’t 4 places Azzis breath and lips lingered for too long in the heat of the night on her neck.

Katie had her suspicious about Paige and Azzi, it wasnt everyday when your daughter asks if her friend could come live with them during quarantine. Most kids would grow sick of their best friends after a while, but it only seemed like they got closer.

A few times she caught them doing things most friends wouldn’t, not anything crazy, just enough to make her question. Smiles that only seemed to show when the other was around, the stolen glances whenever someone made a joke, the way Paige could always sleep in the guest room, but found herself sleeping with Azzi each night.

she had talked to Tim about it, him agreeing that maybe they were more, doubting they even knew it. Saying that “they’re just friends for now” and to see what the future could hold.

But now as Paige sat scarily quiet at the table, hoodie pulled close and hair that seemed less then naturally flowing, his suspions rose.

“So..how did you guys sleep?” Tim asked, starring right into the downward facing head of Paige,

Katie smirked at his question, knowing he saw what was happening.

Azzi looked between them, quickly answering for both of them, “fine-yeah. We slept fine.”

Tim nodded his head slowly, taking a bite of his bacon, “Paige? You slept good too?”

Paiges face burned at the direct question, she hadn’t slept good, she mainly stayed up the whole night tangled with his daughter, sharing secret whispers and heated kisses. She glanced up for a moment, Just meeting his eyes before adverting her glare back down to her fruit. “Good.”

Silence fell over the table, everyone knowing what was up, but still not having the proof.

after a beatt, Katie spoke. “What did you guys wanna do today? We could go swimming at the lake, Paige I think your new swimsuit came too if you wanna try that on.”

Paiges eyes widened, knowing if she even took of this hoodie, the bruises would be shown. “Um—nah, I’m good.” She choked out, her voice higher then normal.

“are you sure you don’t wanna go swimming?It’s really hot out, might be nice.” Time added, trying to get Paige to break.

“Yup.” Paige replied, keeping her answer short.

“She said she doesn’t wanna go swimming. What’s so wrong with that?” Azzi injected in, knowing her parents were up to something.

Katie shrugged, “Nope, nothings wrong, just figured she might be hot after wearing that hoodie all day, aren’t you sweetie?”

Paige practailly choked on her fruit, coughing for a second before shaking her head.

Tim started chuckling at the poor girl, her lying was laughable, and he couldn’t help it.

“What’s so funny?” Azzi asked, trying to protect Paige from her parnets,

Tim could barley breath before laughing out his words, “Nothing—just don’t think she noticed that her hoodie fell while shaking her head.”

Paige looked down and shit.

One of the bruises was out and barely covered by her hair, making it clear something was behind the blonde strands. This time she actually stated choking on her fruit, which caused herself to shake even more while coughing.

Azzi patted her back worried, “Dad!”

Tim stayed back laughing, raising hands up in defense,

Paige finally stopped her coughing fit, face bright red and now tugging her hood all the way up, pulling the strings as much as she could, before throwing her head down into her arms.

Katie started the laughing too at this, finding it funny abut also shocked to see Paige so flustered.

“Paige? What’s going on there?” Katie added in, her voice dripping with insincere sweetness.

Paige kept her head down, shaking with with a groan,

Azzi knew they got caught, so now flustered herself, because soon it would be clear only one person could’ve done that to her.

“Umm-were gonna, gonna go upstairs.” Azzi spat out, standing up quickly and tugging Paige who was a mess with her.

“We’ll talk about this later young ladies!!” Katie shouted at them speeding off,

Because of Paige’s hoodie pulling pulled up so much, it covered her eyes, leading her straight into the wall with thud,

“oW!”

Tims laughter only grew at the sight of poor Paige just trying to leave the room, now injured.

Azzi could only look at her with sorrow for the girl, knowing she put her in this position.

Paige took Azzis hand again, being up tugged the stairs, not before whispering “Your dead to me” under her breath.

[uarmygguk]

. . . . 'Cause people believe that they're gonna get away for the summer . . . .

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⎙ He was the still wave among the chaotic ripping tides— one that anchored youduring that unforgettable visit to your grandma's beach house— now on the verge of being sold.

Loaded with the responsibilities and emotions of spending the last week in Jeju, — will the new relationships and memories turn into something more, or will they just turn into bittersweet echoes of that one summer miles away from home.

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pairing, surfer!jungkook x f!reader tags/warnings, reader has had strict parents and this is her first time experiencing something alone— fully under her control, he is a surfer and owns a little shop for tourists who wants to explore the beach, a whole summer-beach house-fling kind of setting, fluff, smut, angst— the unavoidable trifecta, the characters do have some base-level lore too, longfic. note, this is the ultimate result of me listening to like a set of 4 songs ON REPEAT like it was a necessity, linking a playlist soon below, this is going to come out only on may but i couldn't wait to share a snippet of this scene i was working on literally at 2 am in the morning because i couldn't sleep. yeah call me productive.

love diaries music rec,

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teaser wc: 482

The waves ripple, gently caressing your bare feet, like a timid reminder about what you’re about to get yourself into on a random Saturday morning.

It does not feel all that haphazard though— seeing Jungkook knelt down in front, waxing the surfboard— the coconutty whiff of its scent soothes your senses for at least a moment before going full-on panic mode again.

“I don’t think today’s weather’s the best one for surfing, Matty you agree right?” you caress Matilda’s velvety muzzle as she barked in glee, jumping around the sand.

“She fully disagrees, c’mere” He looks up from the board, patting his upper thigh as you tilt your head in confusion.

“You need some feet gear, I’ll help.” He casually offers as if this happened on a daily— the way it rolled off his tongue so easily as he ran a hand behind his suit to dust it off of extra sand.

Nothing about this situation was routinely.

It was astounding how, in this very beach your grandma once adored so much, you were about to take leaps of faith and courage, experiencing completely new things way out of your comfort zone.

Jungkook crouches down, palms holding your bare feet now about to be clad in literal surfing gear, as he helps you into them with practiced ease.

“All set?” He comes up, a light smile spread across his face, taking a double look at your figure wrapped in the wetsuit rented from his own small beachside shop.

“Yeah, I’m literally about to set records— just me and my little surfboard.” Even the tiniest attempts to lighten the knot in your stomach and breath caught too hard in the middle of your throat, were in vain.

“Sure, set as many as you want, but I’ll deserve partial credit.” He catches a hold of your shoulder, maneuvering towards the board.

“What if I say you get full credit? Can I go back home? Matty might be hungry.” You fret in his arms, but he holds you still.

“Woah what happened to the bravery from minutes ago?” Jungkook’s hands come round your waist and all that you feel are the points of contact between your skin even through the thick material of the suits. He anchors you forth, steadying the surfboard under your feet.

“I’ve given you enough dryland training and you said you swim? You’re fine, __.” 

“But Matty-”

“She’s with Tae, I’m here with you. Let’s go?” Those words did calm you down more than you’d admit.

The humidity gets to your face quickly, gathering up a bright sheen on your skin.

No, you’re not sweating, obviously not.

It definitely has nothing to do with the vast expanse of waters laying free, welcoming you in with a warning. Fear. 

The initial inhibition was gnawing at your insides.

However, you feel his secure stance behind, and that was finally convincing enough for you to take the next step.

“I’m ready, Jungkook.”

[biancadoes1]

I see the discourse going back and forth about Nic and Luke. The brand deals conversations. The “beefing” comments. The fans going after one of them versus the other one. The comment about N “ratting” out L?! Left field that one.

I’m going to admit something. And this is why I’m doing this anonymously. Last June after “papgate” I unfollowed Luke. I questioned what kind of man he was. I didn’t like how things looked. I felt that as fans we’d been shown one thing and given a story while we were also being deceived. I think a lot of people still live there. If I’d seen his story about not letting “Cressida ruin our night” I would have looked at it completely differently. But alas, I was not privy to that due to my quick unfollow. I did feel very sorry for Nicola that next day because I felt that she had to go to bat for him. I felt she was the one who looked like she had lost a man to a girl 14 years her junior. I felt she deserved so much better. And yes, I was even hoping she was in a secret relationship with Eamon Farren or Luke Thompson. I questioned why their PR teams would even let this happen. I questioned why Luke didn’t just publicly claim A as his girlfriend after the cat was literally out of the bag. I thought to myself that I guess there’d been this whole grand scheme that had all been an illusion that the GA had fallen for. And then that chaotic week in August happened. And then Sorrento. And then silences.

Fast forward 10 months ahead. I feel bad at times for how I reacted last June. Once I watched the World Tour interviews again and saw just how uncomfortable L was with A I knew I’d been wrong. I knew I had mis-read the situation. And because I am a person that doesn’t just take things at face value and knows social media is not real life, I started to really dig deeper. I did end up following L again shortly after the unfollowing. I saw the very Nic coded post he made in September. The way he showed that cake online quickly as to make sure people knew he was not slighting Nic. Something I’ve never seen him do with A. There have been times I’ve questioned my resolve like when the post came out that his mom commented on. But there were way too many weird things about that post and that comment. It felt like a total set up. A set up leading to the BOSS event.

There have been a couple times I’ve had to take a break. There could be another one (or two) before we’re to an actual resolve. 🤪 So why am I still here? Why do I believe in N and L? Here’s just a few:

-The behavior of her family in Galway was not the behavior of a family meeting their daughter’s/sister’s co-worker

-The ring. Wearing that claddagh on the left hand with the heart pointing in means only one thing. A ring bought on the World Tour.

-Christmas and New Years. Where were L and N? Obviously not with the side stories. Matching sunburns/tans.

-The silences and the misdirections are mechanisms to mask the real story. Do I think they’re using them in the best ways? No. But I do think the silence speaks volumes.

-SAG Awards. They just solidified what we saw on the World Tour. It showed the intimate level of comfort L and N have. It showed the energy they have when they’re in each other’s presence. And it showed the glaringly obvious differences when they’re with A or J.

-Interviews. And the interviewers who question whether the couple in front of them is in love. Some have even said they are in love. Which makes me think there are many more who know the real tea.

-The “people just really want me to marry Luke” comment from N as well as the interview where L talks about the bracelet he got “gifted.” Plus so many more interviews and things they have said about each other.

-The defending of each other. You see L clear up the cake pictures quickly. You see N saying it’s definitely not true that L was checking himself out in the mirror at the SAG Awards. Do they defend A and J online? Nope…

-The absolute overcompensating N does when she’s trying to hide something about their relationship. At the SAG Awards when L says “we tried out Mexican from a place around the corner last night,” and N says, “You did?” Come on we both know they ate there together! And there are sooo many more times she has done it. Which just leads me to know she’s definitely trying to preserve the privacy of their relationship.

I could continue to go on and on. The changes in their social media interactions and posting, the no birthday posts this year, the gelato picture in Italy, the picture in water of two people with the same coloring and height difference, the continuous use of “Nic and I” like it’s said every single day, the JVN hints, the October hand picture, and on and on and on.

My advice is to always research all of it on your own instead of taking things at face value. Learn the tells. See the patterns. And just wait. I know it’s hard to wait for confirmation. I’m not a patient person. But I see in L and N a chemistry, a camaraderie, and an intimacy you don’t see in just “co-stars.”

And sorry for the length. One thing would just spill into another…

Many people had the same reaction. That same initial reaction that some people have never separated from. But don’t feel bad for that initial reaction now that you’ve come out of it. EVERYONE who was watching this unfold was left to just take in everything that was happening and people were confused and felt played and were shocked, especially if they weren’t aware of Antonia’s presence in the background.

I’m so glad to hear chaos week pushed you to look deeper though. Once you do, it’s abundantly clear there’s something off.

I love your advice as well because it’s something I preach as well.

ALWAYS research, especially when you notice something strange. Do it on your own instead of running to people to explain to you. Look at the bigger picture while also considering all the patterns and tells.

Kudos to you anon and I’m glad you sent this ask! I think there are plenty of other people who have had a similar journey through all this.

Happy to have you with us ❤️❤️❤️

[dinoandguitar]

Hello Kat!! it’s me again lol just wanted to thank u for the mingyu ver. of the new born story 😭😭 loved it sm he the man of my dreams FRRRRR.

Can i request something of how did him and his s/o found out they were pregnant? I think it would be so cute 😭😭😭 tysm in advance!! love ur writing, you’re so good at this <3333

"Do you want pancakes...?"

Husband!KimMingyu x Afab!Reader

Genre: Fluff!

Warnings: Mentions of pregnancy, Nausea, and other pregnancy symptoms. Mentions of food. Mentions of boobs.

A/N : Hiii Thank you so much for your kind words. Means so much to me. I'm so glad you like my work. Hope you like this one as well! Thank you so much, again. Lots of love x

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It all started off with a forgotten coffee…

Mingyu had made it for you, just the way you liked it. But when he brought it to you, you barely glanced at it. “You okay?” he asked gently, setting the glass beside you on the table.

“Yeah,” you said, blinking tiredly at the open laptop in front of you. “Just not really in the mood.”

He narrowed his eyes. “You? Not in the mood for coffee?? Are you possessed?”

You laughed, tossing a pillow at him, but he filed the moment away. Then came being repulsive when it came to food. You pushed away your favourite meals after only a single bite. Then your energy dipped. You were always tired, napping through movies, curling into Mingyu like a sleepy cat.

“You’ve been sleeping so much lately,” he murmured one night, brushing his thumb over your cheek as you lay on his chest.

“Mmm. Can’t help it. I feel like I’ve been hit by a truck.”

“A cute truck.”

You snorted. “What even is that supposed to mean?”

“I don’t know. But if something’s off, you should-”

“It’s fine,” you mumbled. “I’m probably just run-down.”

He nodded, though a small furrow stayed between his brows.

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A few mornings later, everything came crashing down…over eggs.

No like, Literally.

You and Mingyu were makinh breakfast, and the moment he cracked the egg into the pan, the smell hit you. It hit you bad.. You gagged and rushed to the sink, nearly knocking over the orange juice on the way. Mingyu dropped everything, following after you with wide eyes. “Woah..Babe?? What’s wrong?”

You shook your head, wiping your mouth with a towel. “That smell just hit me out of nowhere. That’s never happened before.” He blinked. “Okay… okay. Hold on.” He took your shoulders in his hands, locking eyes. “Have you been feeling sick in the mornings?”

“…Sometimes.”

He blinked again, mouth slightly open. “Are your boobs sore?”

“Wait-what? Mingyu!”

“Just answer.”

“…yes?”

His grip tightened just a little. “When was your last period?”

Your brain stuttered. “Uhh… I think… your birthday weekend?”

“That was six weeks ago.”

You froze. He bolted. Like literally ran to the bathroom.

“Mingyu! Where are you going!?” you called after him.

“Emergency kit under the sink! I knew we still had one!”

You stood there, stunned, still holding a dish towel.

A few minutes later, he returned with the test like it was made of glass. “Wanna do it together?” he asked, voice soft.

You nodded, still in shock, and disappeared into the bathroom. Mingyu paced the entire hallway while you waited for the result, counting ceiling tiles and muttering, “It’s okay, it’s okay, whatever it says, we’ll be okay-oh my God what if it says yes? What if-?”

“Gyu.”

Your voice.

He turned, heart thudding, and you stood in the doorway, holding the stick with trembling fingers. You didn’t have to say anything. Mingyu took one look at the two pink lines and went completely still. And then, slowly, the biggest, most awestruck smile bloomed on his face.

“Wait… you’re pregnant?”

You nodded.

“You’r-you’re pregnant? Like… like with a baby? Like a tiny human?!”

You couldn’t help the laugh that burst out of you. “Yes! I think so!”

“Oh my God,” he said, grabbing your face and kissing you, “Oh my God. We made a baby. We’re—oh God, are you okay? Are you feeling okay? Should we sit down? Do you want fruit? Or pickles? Or—wait, is that a thing yet?!”

You laughed harder, tears stinging your eyes. “Gyu! Breathe!”

He sat you down on the couch, ran to get you water, then snacks, then his hoodie, then a stuffed bear from your shelf.

“We need to…no-wait, later… Uh.. Do you want pancakes?”

“Do you want pancakes?” you teased.

“I want a whole bakery now! I want- OH MY GOD! Our kid's gonna be thw cutest baby ever!”

You stared at him. He looked like a golden retriever on energy drinks. His eyes sparkled like Christmas.

You covered your face, laughing and crying all at once. He kissed your temple, then your hand, then your belly…treating it like a sacred space.

“We’re gonna be a family,” he whispered, his voice cracking. “I get to be a dad. With you as the mom. This is the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

You cupped his cheek, whispering, “You’re gonna be the best Appa, Gyu.”

He choked back a tear and kissed you again, softer this time. “Okay. Let’s go to the doctor tomorrow. And after that… baby name brainstorming and shopping begins.”

“Already?”

“Obviously. We’ve got nine months, and I need to make sure everything is perfect. ‘Cause you are perfect… and so is our baby.”

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A/N : Hoping you all liked it! My requests are open :)

[lascvitae]

❀ ༉ ‧ ₊ ˚ PRETTY GIRL

୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ alt. AND I COULD BE A PRETTY GIRL

I’LL LOSE MYSELF IN YOU .ᐟ

ᝰ.ᐟ you didn’t sign up to be jimin’s crush or her sous chef but here you are. and it turns out it isn’t as bad as you thought.

ᝰ.ᐟ pairing. karina x gn!reader ᝰ.ᐟgenre. fluff, friends to lovers ᝰ.ᐟ warning(s.) kissing

ᝰ.ᐟ word count: 1.2k

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YOU SHOULD’VE SAID no the second jimin barged into your shared apartment, set down a bag of almond flour on the counter like it was a weapon, and declared something that would change your entire peaceful afternoon.

“we’re baking macarons.“

“you set instant ramen on fire last time…”

“that was one time! plus, i saw a video of a girl baking macarons for her crush.” she said, tying her hair up.

“you don’t have a—“

“i do now. congratulations! you’re the crush!” she grabbed your whisk.

“i— i didn’t apply for this position.”

“too bad! it’s unpaid. no benefits.”

“can i resign?”

“nope.” jimin said, popping the ‘p’ and already tearing open the almond flour bag. incorrectly. it exploded in a sad, snowy puff across the counter and half the floor.

you stared at her. “this is a toxic work environment.”

“you knew what you signed up for when you decided to be hot and emotionally available.”

“i am neither of those things—”

“you are so emotionally available. you literally cried at that one short film last week.”

“it was bao. she got her son back, jimin.”

“and now i’m getting you back… into the kitchen. because we’re making these macarons for love.”

“i’m literally right here.”

“exactly.”

you sighed but grabbed the mixing bowl anyway, because of course you did.

because she was looking at you with macaron fueled tunnel vision and glitter in her eyes and the manic kind of joy that made her impossible to say no to.

five minutes later she was separating eggs with her bare hands like a criminal and you were knee deep in tiktok instructions that neither of you understood. the kitchen smelled like vanilla extract.

“this is going great!” she lied as the batter dripped off the counter like slime.

“you are delusional.”

“delusional for you.”

you paused mid stir. “did you just flirt with me over macarons?”

“i flirt with you over everything.”

you were suddenly very aware of the closeness. and the way she was smiling? like she already knew you wouldn’t say no.

“…can i get a raise?” you asked while barely hiding your smile.

“no. but maybe a kiss if they turn out good.”

“tempting.”

“i’m irresistible.”

you rolled your eyes but your heart was doing somersaults.

twenty minutes later the “macarons” (extremely generous label) were in the oven. jimin had somehow managed to get frosting in her hair and there was a pink trail of food coloring on the wall that you were both pretending not to notice.

you sat cross legged on the floor with your back against the cabinet, sharing a spoon and a half melted pint of ice cream. the kitchen literally looked like it had been hit by a tornado.

“so. how does it feel to be someone’s crush?” jimin said, licking a smudge of batter off her thumb.

“it feels messy. and borderline illegal.”

“is that good or bad?”

“i dunno. you tell me.”

she pouted. “don’t call the cops.”

“i might. you might need jailtime for these macarons.”

“rude.”

and then the oven beeped.

“you check.”

“why me?!”

“cause you’re the employee!”

“the fu—“

“y/n! i don’t wanna. i don’t wanna cause if they’re bad i’ll be depressed.”

you couldn’t say no.

so you rolled your eyes with a groan before opening the oven door. a puff of heat hit your face.

and the macarons were, suprisingly, not totally horrible. some were cracked, most were uneven, and one looked like a toe? but they were baked. and they were edible.

“we’re chefs!”

“you can make macarons but not instant ramen?”

“i’m not gordon ramsey.”

“you’re barely even gordon from sesame street.” you said while holding up the toe looking macaron.

jimin gasped. “that’s rude to toecaron. he has feelings.”

“he has fungus.”

she snatched it from your hand and bit into it anyway. “mmm. it actually tastes good.”

you laughed in disbelief. “it can’t.”

she held it out, offering you the rest of it. “try it then.”

you narrowed your eyes at the toe macaron. “if i die, tell my story.”

“your story is gonna be documented on netflix.”

you took a cautious bite. paused. then chewed.

“…okay. wait.”

“RIGHT?”

“why is this lowkey fire?”

jimin did a little dance on the kitchen floor, slipping slightly on a patch of almond flour but recovering quickly. “because love is the secret ingredient. and also, like, half a bottle of vanilla.”

“that explains the flavor.”

“worth it.” she smiled. plopping down beside you again.

“so… are you planning to work full time?”

“hmm. i’ll need a few more toe macarons before i can make a decision. there’s no benefits.”

“i lied. there’s one.”

“uh huh? what’s that?”

“me.”

“that’s worse than the toe macaron.”

“toecaron. put respect on his name.” she corrected.

you glanced around the kitchen. it was undeniably a mess.

“i’ll accept the position.” you tapped your spoon against the empty pint of ice cream.

“really?” her eyes lit up.

“on one condition.”

“name it.”

“you help me clean up.”

jimin looked around like she just realized how disatrous your kitchen looked. “sure.”

“yup. you’re on dish duty.”

“dish duty? wait— how are you the one assigning the roles?”

you shrugged, already standing up and stretching. “i’m middle management. i don’t make the rules, i just enforce them.”

jimin narrowed her eyes at you but walked to the sink anyway, grumbling dramatically under her breath. “this is corruption. you’ve gone mad with power.”

“you gave me the power.”

“i gave you love. and you gave me sponge duty.” she argued, clutching a mixing bowl to her chest. you just shrugged in response.

she sighed, setting the bowl down with a loud clatter. “fine. but if i get frosting elbow, i’m filing a complaint with hr.”

“that’s also me. and i’m unsympathetic.” you said, passing her a towel.

jimin stared at you for a moment, then smiled. it was a soft smile. quieter. the kind that made your heart hurt a little in the good way.

you didn’t say anything. just stood there beside her, sleeves rolled up, hands pruny from the warm water as the two of you scrubbed away like it never happened.

“since the macarons were good you can get a kiss now.”

jimin said casually.

you turned your head slowly with you eyebrows raised. “you really handing out kisses like employee of the month awards now?”

“no. that comes with a framed photo and a gift card. this is just a thank you. for putting up with me.” she said while rinsing a bowl.

you tried not to smile. or look too long at the way she was pretending to be focused on the dishes.

“a thank you, huh?” you repeated.

“mhm. heartfelt. limited edition.” she said, drying her hands on a towel then turning toward you with the same smile from earlier.

“what if i don’t want the kiss?”

“then i’ll keep it. but i think you want it.”

and you did.

or maybe you just wanted her. and the way she could make disaster feel like the safest place in the world.

so you leaned in. just enough to erase the space between.

her smile widened just before her lips met yours. it was soft, warm, and stupidly perfect.

somewhere behind you, the last toecaron crumbled on the counter.

and somewhere between the disaster in your kitchen, the fake job titles, and the somehow edible macarons, you realized maybe being the crush wasn’t the worst unpaid position in the world.

[yrenesbrainrotss]

A/N: YOU GUYS FINALLY ITS HEREEEE!!! I was literally grinding all night to write this and i had to wake up in the morning and slept only 3 HOURS bc i got a horrible throat irritation AND THE WHOLE WAY, TO AND BACK FROM THE TRIP WITH MY MOM I WROTE THIS. I THINK IT TOOK ME LIKE 9 HOURS TO WRITE BUT ITS WORTH ITTTTTT!!!!!

Im literally rubbing my hands like and evil fly rn even tho i got a cold too😔

ENJOY FREAKS, IT’S REALLY FUCKING LONG TOO.💘

•summary: part two of hungover!Ena x reader

•warnings: straight up nsfw from the start,mentions of war and all that.

•reader pronouns: FEMAAAALLEEE!!!

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You don’t know how long you’ve been lying there, your eyes heavy and your thoughts looping like a film reel stuck on the same frame. Ena’s breath is warm against your neck now, her fingers gently curled against your stomach. You can feel the slight tremble in them, like even in sleep, she’s unsure if she’s allowed to be here.

You turn slowly, barely shifting the blanket between you, and her hand follows like it knows you. She’s awake. You can tell by the way her breathing skips, her lashes fluttering against her cheeks.

“Are you cold?” you whisper, and it’s the softest thing you’ve said in weeks.

She shakes her head, just the faintest movement, then opens her eyes. They’re glassy in the dim light ,wide and scared, eye bags visible and a ever present tiredness,like something in her is breaking open and she’s letting you see the cracks.

“I didn’t mean to… take your bed,” she murmurs. “I just—felt safe here.”

Your chest tightens.

“It’s okay,” you say, brushing a stray raven lock of hair away from her pale cheek. “I didn’t mind.”

You stare at each other, neither saying anything, the sound of both of your heartbeats intertwining, filling a small portion of the silent dorm room.

Then she reaches up, tentative, and touches your face. Her knuckles graze your cheekbone, then stay there, like she’s trying to memorize you through touch.

“I don’t know how I ended up here..” she asks, her voice barely a shaky whisper.“I don’t know what place I stumbled upon..”

You don’t have an answer,you linger onto her pale chapped lips,tracing their heart shaped outline and lift your hand allowing the tip of your index finger to touch her lower lip, slowly drawing it down from the center, slightly exposing her white sharp teeth. Her warm exhales hit your cold fingers and without a second moment wasted away on pondering you lean in.

Halfway though, you get a sudden flash of realization but you aren’t able to acknowledge it properly because Ena’s already pressed her just as cold lips to yours. It only lasts a second, and when you part she brushes her mouth against yours with a teasing gentleness, only to connect them either yours again, more forcefully—desperately.

She rests her left palm on your cheek bringing you closer,and you grip the red straps on her chest, just as desperate as her— if not more than. Her teeth catch you lips in a painful but pleasurable bite, and you gasp quietly,she sees this moment as an opportunity to slip her hot tongue under your upper lip, just barely caressing it, then hungrily explores your inexperienced cavern.

Your brain is fuzzy and your whole body is tingling with a feeling long forgotten.How much time passed since you did something like this? You didn’t know, or care at this point. You wanted her bad and you didn’t even know her— that’s precisely what made it more enticing.

In this heated moment she suddenly stops as if she remembered something,you lift your body weight with your elbows and she lightly pushed you back with her palm against your chest. She sits in the old creaky bed kneeling,pondering and before you can ask her what’s wrong she speaks:” I don’t even know your name..”

With a raspy voice you whisper it to her but she catches it and mumbles it like a mantra until she kisses you again, pushing you back down on the bed,lifting her leg and swinging it between your thighs, straddling you. You switch places, lifting her by the curve of her hips,and letting her back bounce on the mattress,her head hitting the white pillows you previously rested on.

You curl the corners of your mouth mischievously and grip the edge of your T-shirt, lifting it up slowly in a alluring way, revealing bit by bit more and more skin until you just yanked it over your head, throwing it somewhere in the darkness. Ena supports her body weight on her forearms, savouring every inch of you body, she reaches out caressing your skin from your hips to your chest, gripping the soft plush there.

You gasp and like a feline close the distance between you once again,tucking a strand of your messy hair aside. You slide her red straps off of her shoulders and, still in a feverish kiss, you unbutton her short sleeve shirt, sliding it off of her pale body and thin arms. “You’re so pale.. perfect for leaving markings…” She flushes pink, and you pinch her warm cheeks.

Then in a sudden motion your mouth finds itself a home on the underside of her jaw, biting softly, kissing and licking slow cat-like stripes until your lips reach her chest, lingering longer. Your right hand caresses her thighs, sinking your nails into the softness of her bum, eventually reaching the zipper in front of her green shorts. Ena relishes in the way you touch every part of her body gasping and arching into your working mouth that is also muttering small words of praise and encouragement .

You lips distance themselves from the brunette’s body, and you straighten yourself, admiring the love bites left behind and hurriedly unzip her shorts slipping them off and before you reach for the knee socks you decide against it, loving the way they sunk into her flesh. You set your hands on her lower abdomen , tapping your fingers against her skin impatiently and locked eyes with her for consent.

She nods and you don’t wait another minute. Peeling the last black lacey piece of clothing, you cooed at the fluids sticking to it “God…now I’m not even going to blame you for being that impatient..” you chuckle, she covers her face with the back of her palm but you put it away, closing the distance between your bodies ardent with want, pressing your chest against hers and at the same time brushing her inner thigh, before settling on the sticky spot between them.

Ena rose her hips into your hand, instinctively as your its fingers part her with a care that borders on worship. She’s warm and slick and pulsing, her body already trembling like she’s been waiting for this longer than she’s willing to admit. Your name falls from her lips like a prayer, choked and breathless.

A raw emotion floats in the air,the steady unfolding of touching breathing and tangled legs ever present, your figures stuck like puzzle pieces.Your middle and ring fingers plunge into her core deep in a steady rythm that makes her toes curl and leaves her mouth agape, a small bead of drool forming on the corner of her mouth. You stick your tongue out to catch it and meet her awaiting,parted lips. She lets a shaky moan slip into your warm mouth when you reach the bundle of nerves with your thumb. Her fingers tangle in your silky hair and grips it—harshly.

You press your forehead to her sweaty one ,your sharp lustful eyes bore into her teary, glassy ones,enjoying in the way she bounces against the soft cushion pillows as you slid your fingers even deeper into her warm gushy walls. Ena moaning into your mouth once more is enough confirmation that she’s enjoying this,even more than you do.

Your mouth finds her collarbone, then her shoulder—biting just enough to make her brain go numb with tingling pleasure.

And you know that feeling. The aching loneliness. The long nights staring at the ceiling, aching to be touched, held, known. You’ve buried that need beneath textbooks and test scores, convinced yourself you could live without it.

But now—her fingers dig into your back, her thighs trembling around your wrist—and you remember. You remember what it feels like to be wanted.

You curl your soaked two fingers deep inside her, your thumb circling that spot that makes her cry out and cling to you. You now move fast, relentless,sending to that place between pain and pleasure she so desired to feel.

Her mouth is on your shoulder, biting down to muffle her sounds, her body breaking apart in your arms.

And when she comes,it’s as if the whole world shatters around the both of you. Her legs shake and tremble, her leaking heat contracts and sucks your fingers inside up to your knuckles, her back arching off of the mattress and you slide the hand that isn’t working between her legs under her lower back,sticking your cheek against her abdomen now covered in a thin sheen of sweat.

Her trembling form grips your back with the last drops of energy it has left, chest heaving up and down, trying to regulate her breathing.You lift your head from her abdomen and wipe her sweaty forehead with the back of your palm “Are you alright..?” you question, she just nods through heavy breaths and closed eyelids.

You don’t realize when she shifts.

One moment her trembling body is with its back set on the mattress, still coming sown from the high you’d just given her and the next,her hand is only your chest—pushing you back slowly— and her eyes half lidded,dark and unreadable.

“Lie back,” she says, voice lower now, more certain. You obey without thinking, heart hammering as your own back hits the mattress, mimicking the position she was just a few minutes ago.

Ena slides on top of you with a perverse motion,like serpent luring its prey,slithering around it before it reveals its fangs and devours it—she needs to devour you right now.

As you lay back your hands glide from her abdomen to her soft plump curves,squeezing and kneading it like dough.

Her thighs straddle your hips, her hands splayed across your chest. And for a moment, she just looks at you. Like she’s never seen something so raw, so vulnerable, so hers.

Her fingers trail down your body—over your perky nipples,ribs,stomach, the curve of your hipbone—until they reach the waistband of your underwear. She watches your face as she slides them down and off onto the floor now covered in your clothes, her gaze never wavering.

“You’re so beautiful..” she murmurs, leaning in to kiss the edge of your jaw, her breath hot. She stares into your eyes and the tip of her tongue teasingly parts your lips further “Can I have this? With you?”

You nod, unable to form words.

She moves low,leaving traces of kisses , until her mouth hovers over you—and when her tongue touches you, everything else in your mind goes quiet.

She’s gentle at first. Teasing. Her plum coloured lips wrap around you with maddening slowness, sharp teeth grazing your sensitive bundle,her warm,wet tongue flicking in soft, precise movements that make you roll your eyes in the back of your head, sending shivers down your core.Your hips twitch, but she presses a hand to your pelvis—stay still—and you try, even as your body begs to buck into her pretty face.

She hums against you, and the sound vibrates all the way up your spine. Her pace picks up—sloppy and wet gushy sounds filling up the dorm room once again —and you find yourself gasping her name, jaw falling open.

You tangle your fingers in her dark locks of hair for some kind of support,gripping it but not too harsh to hurt her. You want to feel her closer, to crawl under her ribs and make a home for yourself there,to feel her pulsing heart beating for you in this very moment.

Ena continues to send you into oblivion ,inserting her wet muscle inside you, tasting you with an unsatisfied hunger and need to just feel you— feel that your real, that this is real. You let out a high pitched moan, trapping her head in between your squishy thighs,bringing her as close as possible to your aching ,needy heat.She slurps and drinks all of you,feeling your warmth contract and gush around her pink tongue.

But then she looks up—eyes locked on yours, mouth full of you—and it unleashes whatever is left of your lustful self.

Your thighs clench, your stomach tightens, and with one more strong suck of her lips and tongue, you fall apart. You moan her name, your voice cracking, your body shaking as the world blurs at the edges—you quite literally see stars in that moment. Ena,amused, licks your dripping juices from her lips, savoring the taste and letting out a soft satisfied hum as if she never tasted something so good before.

When it’s over, she climbs up beside you and tucks herself into your side like she belongs there,listening to your heavy breaths.

She kisses your shoulder, barely a breath of contact. “Are you up for a bath? I can’t sleep all sticky like this.” she asks softly,her lips slightly curving upwards.

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Only the sound of small stray droplets of water hitting the half-fulled tub can be heard. The steam rises from your skin, dancing in the air before it vanishes completely. Ena’s cheek smushed against your warm chest,covered in a mix of both yours and her sweat, you push aside her wet bangs sticking to her forehead and kiss the spot,she hums, her just as empty eyes peering at you from under her long lashes.

She bites the inside of her cheek before she speaks—“You know.. it’s been wonderful..you are wonderful but I have to tell you something..” Your brows raise in curiosity and now it’s your turn to open your eyes from their relaxed state and return her gaze—“what’s wrong?”.

She then tells you a few things about her past, how she has done terrible things and took part in a war long ago. You listen to the methods she used to survive,to fight on. The hunger,thirst and cold brought the soldiers to the point of insanity.You don’t recognize any of the events she talks about,something about a bland grey realm with an abandoned shipwreck and forgotten events like auction day and hourglass dogs.

You almost don’t believe her but her seriousness makes you wonder if its all real. Her current realm is more of a dusty desert now, changed, and all its residents hate her for what she’s done—you don’t ask anything further than what she lets you in on,it seems painful enough for her to remember those times.

She tells you that her actual form—the one you see her with at the moment— is not her usual one, her description of her supposed “original form” resembles a half pale polygonal side and a half red side, both with different personalities but inhabiting the same body. When she finishes,she lowers her head and stares at the droplets of water falling from the faucet.

You hug her tightly, running your fingers across her spine,not saying anything—you were at loss of words—should you trust her? “I know you might not believe me but please-“ you cut her off before she ends the sentence: “Its okay—I believe you.” and you take the chance, even if it puts you at risk.

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Now in the warm bed again you hold her close, her presence a familiar one.

In the dark of the night you tell her that she’s the only thing tethering you to the earth—and you actually believe she is. She says that she doesn’t know what this “earth” you talk about is but you think that your previous actions might have messed with her brain so much that she doesn’t know what she talks about.

In the stillness after, her hand traces lazy shapes on your back, and your face is tucked into the curve of her neck relishing in the smell of the rose scented shampoo impregnated in her damp locks.You’re not sure when you’ll wake up, or if this is even real—but her heartbeat is steady beneath your cheek, and for now, that’s enough.

In the morning, she sunlight peeks through the curtains, slashing the room in two.It hits your closed eyelids and your nose scrunches in discomfort—you reach for her,on the other side of your bed, wanting to bury yourself in her chest. However you frown—your hand searches upwards and it reaches the end of your bed—it’s empty,cold.

You sit up in distress,your brain mushy with sleep but you acknowledge the empty space next to you. You clutch your head and sigh,as tears bubble in your eyes threatening to spill on your withe sheets—but you see a flash of green from the corner of your eyes, her green cap.

You pick it up by the front part with your pointer finger and thumb, setting it in your lap. The smell of rose invades your nostrils and you inhale the scent imbued in the material—a mixture of nostalgia embracing you. You search for your phone from underneath the pillow,tapping your code in and searching her name—nothing. Not a trace of her on the internet or any social media,not even a phone number registered anywhere or some kind of profile to prove her existence.

You open your “photos” app and scroll down until you see it— a blurry picture of you two snapped at exactly 3:30 AM. You are asleep on her chest, hand gripping her bare skin,and you know it’s her because no one has such vibrant neon purple irises and the familiar empty eyes that you would recognize anywhere.

You almost miss it but it’s there— inside of her cap you see a note. After carefully unfolding it the rose smell is present okce more and blue messy writing saying— “I’ll be back soon, my love”

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[yunpupu]

Accidentally Yours | j.yh

Chapter 3 : The Great Laundry Debate

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note : I might post this series a little slowly cause my mock tests are up soon but I'll definitely try to post more of this series cause I want this to end TvT anyway pray for me yall TvT

word count : 2.3k

pairing : roommate! yunho x roommate! reader

genre : fluff, comedy, smut (warning : 16+)

synopsis : laundry fight. that's it yes. (it's cute dw)

masterlist | chapter 4

The first time you saw Yunho do laundry, you genuinely questioned your safety.

He stood in the middle of the laundry room, squinting at the washer like it was a complicated alien artifact. His phone was open to a YouTube tutorial titled “How To Wash Clothes Without Ruining Everything,” but somehow he was still… losing.

“I don’t understand why there are this many buttons,” he muttered. “It’s not a spaceship.”

You leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed. “Do you want me to do it for you?”

“No,” he said stubbornly. “I’m a grown man. I can wash a T-shirt.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Says the guy who once tried to microwave socks to dry them faster.”

“That was one time, and it was science.”

“It was a fire hazard.”

Yunho glanced at you, looking betrayed. “Are you ever gonna let that go?”

“Absolutely not.”

He groaned and turned back to the washer, muttering under his breath. You walked over, peeking at the machine.

“Okay,” you said, pointing. “This one is for temperature. This one is spin speed. And this—”

He cut you off with a pout. “Let me struggle in peace.”

“You’re so dramatic.”

He suddenly gasped. “Wait. Should I separate whites and colors?”

Your eyes widened. “Have you not been doing that?”

“…Should I have been?”

You stared at him in horror.

“I’ll buy new shirts,” he offered.

Ten minutes later, the two of you were sitting on the floor of the laundry room, surrounded by sorted piles of clothes, sipping juice boxes from the snack cabinet and waiting for the washer to finish.

Yunho leaned back against the wall, looking unreasonably proud. “I think we made progress.”

“You mean I did your laundry and provided drinks?”

He grinned. “We’re a team. Like Batman and… Bat-you.”

You snorted. “Wow. So creative.”

“Hey, I’m tired. Laundry drains my soul.”

He stretched out his legs and looked over at you.

“You know,” he said, “you’re actually kind of bossy when you’re in laundry mode.”

You rolled your eyes. “Someone has to be. Otherwise, you’d be wearing a pink hoodie right now and wondering why your socks smell like lavender and failure.”

He gasped. “That’s weirdly specific.”

“That’s because I did your laundry last week, too.”

“…Oh.”

You just shook your head, unable to suppress the smile tugging at your lips. Despite everything, it was nice—sitting here, teasing each other over the hum of the washing machine, feeling like the apartment had turned into its own little world.

You didn’t realize you were staring at him until he glanced over.

“What?”

You blinked. “What, what?”

“You were looking at me like I just said something profound.”

You immediately looked away. “No, I wasn’t.”

“You were,” he said, grinning. “Were you admiring my laundry skills? Be honest.”

“You literally had a crisis over sorting socks.”

“And survived. Stronger. Wiser. Sexier.”

You nearly choked on your juice box.

By the time the clothes were dry, Yunho had somehow gotten into a heated debate with you about the “proper” way to fold towels.

“No, no, no,” he said, demonstrating his technique with a dramatic flourish. “You gotta roll it. It’s fancier. Like a spa.”

“You live in an apartment that has socks in the fridge.”

“And yet, I bring luxury.”

You snatched the towel from his hands and folded it the way you preferred—clean, square, perfect edges. “This is how normal people do it.”

He gasped. “That’s so boring.”

“It’s efficient.”

“It’s soulless.”

You tossed the towel at him.

He caught it with a laugh and flopped onto the couch. “You and your Type A personality. Honestly, it’s impressive.”

You rolled your eyes but didn’t deny it. “And you’re… chaos. In a hoodie.”

“Opposites attract,” he said casually.

You looked up.

He was watching you, one eyebrow raised, clearly teasing—but something in his voice made your heart skip a beat anyway.

You shoved that feeling down. Not today, feelings. Not today.

The week passed in your usual shared-routine rhythm.

Yunho left Post-it notes everywhere like a little chaos fairy. You started putting up your own—half teasing, half genuine. He called them “love notes” and refused to stop saying it even after you told him he sounded like a cheesy K-drama second lead. (literally him in imitation)

The tension between you two, though? That was new.

Not obvious, not loud—but it was there.

In the way his gaze lingered a second too long when you were making coffee.

In the way you found yourself adjusting your shirt when he walked into the room.

In the way your knees brushed under the table, and neither of you moved.

One night, while watching a movie, you ended up sharing a blanket. You both pretended it wasn’t a big deal, but your hearts were racing like idiots in a marathon.

It was a slow burn. A stupid, fluffy, confusing slow burn.

And you were melting right into it.

Then came Saturday Night.

Game Night.

Yunho’s friends were coming over for board games, pizza, and general chaos.

You weren’t nervous. Not really. But… maybe a little. You’d heard stories.

“So, just to prepare myself,” you asked as you wiped down the kitchen counter, “what are your friends like?”

Yunho grinned while adjusting snacks on a tray. “Chaotic, competitive, loud. Like me, but multiplied by four.”

You groaned. “This is a mistake.”

“You love mistakes.”

“Yunho.”

He leaned in, smug. “You said it, not me.”

The doorbell rang at seven sharp.

And the chaos began.

Hongjoong, San, Seonghwa, and Wooyoung poured into the apartment like a storm of laughter and energy.

“Yo, she’s real!” Wooyoung said dramatically the second he saw you. “We thought you were just a cover story so Yunho could keep the apartment to himself.”

You blinked. “Excuse me?”

“He’s been talking about his roommate for weeks,” Seonghwa explained with a grin. “We assumed you were a fictional dream girl.”

You turned to Yunho, eyebrows raised.

He coughed. “It’s not— I mean, I didn’t say that much—”

“You said she made oat milk cool,” San added.

“…You did what now?”

Yunho looked ready to melt into the floor. “Anyway! Pizza?”

Three rounds of Uno, one dramatic Jenga collapse, and a loud argument about the rules of Pictionary later, you found yourself on the couch next to Yunho, your legs brushing as the others screamed over a game of charades.

Yunho leaned over to whisper, “This is going better than expected.”

You smiled. “Your friends are nice.”

He looked at you. “They like you.”

“You sound surprised.”

He shook his head. “I’m not. You’re… easy to like.”

The noise faded just for a second.

Your eyes met his.

There it was again. That pull.

You cleared your throat and looked away. “Thanks.”

You didn’t notice Wooyoung watching the two of you from across the room, eyebrows raised.

Later that night, after everyone had left and the apartment had returned to its usual messy silence, you and Yunho stood in the kitchen, sipping leftover soda from paper cups.

He nudged your shoulder. “Thanks for not running away.”

You smiled sleepily. “Your friends are… a lot. But in a good way.”

He nodded, then looked at you for a moment. “They kept asking if we’re together.”

You froze. “Oh.”

“I told them no,” he added quickly. “But they didn’t believe me.”

You didn’t say anything.

He looked away, rubbing the back of his neck. “Anyway. Just thought that was funny.”

“Yeah,” you said softly. “Funny.”

He smiled, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes.

You turned to go to your room.

“Hey,” he said suddenly.

You looked back.

Yunho stood there, messy-haired, barefoot, hoodie sleeves covering his hands.

“You’re really easy to live with,” he said. “I didn’t expect that.”

You stared at him, your heart too loud.

“You too,” you whispered.

And then you slipped away, closing your door with a quiet click.

Leaning against it, you let out a long breath.

That tension?

It wasn’t so subtle anymore.

[dramalove247]

Preparing for episode 7 of Top Form 🤢

a Dori 🐠 rambles post

Look, I love me some serious pain and drama in my series. Though I don't mind some fluffy series, most of my favorites hurt me badly. I love to live in my fictional characters' pain and go along for the ride with them. But I was NOT PREPARED for episode 6 of Top Form.

I often experience a wide range of intense emotions while watching series, but I am rarely triggered by them, even when they do something I find horrifying. I can obsess and live in the pain of characters, but this effected me on a completely other level and I was completely triggered. There is no other explanation for what I experienced last week. That was BAD. And even when I walked away, gave myself time, and came back, everything that came after the initial assault/rape made it worse.

Let me be clear, objectively, episode 6 was VERY WELL DONE. That was hugely the problem. It was TOO real. Akin's confusion and fear, shame, lies, withdrawal. They all made sense. The way we were along for that ride was the best AND worst at the same time. And Jin's insecurity and fear and pain at feeling betrayed is so understandable. And it was DEVISTATING! I know it would have not been true to the characters and their relationship, still I had desperately needed Jin to just hug Akin and let him cry and feel safe and loved. But instead we got a very real and understandable reaction by both characters caught up in their own pain and emotions, neither able to give the other what they needed in that moment because they were both falling apart. Objectively, it was so well written and acted and treated with the full weight the topic deserves. And I can appreciate that they did it well and "right" instead of giving me the quick fix I wanted/needed... once I was able to step back from the emotions. But in that moment, I didn't care how good or real they made it because I was not okay.

I've mostly emotionally recovered from the gut punch that broke me last week, though I am feeling increasingly anxious as we get closer to the next episode. Originally I was planning to wait to watch episode 7 until someone gave me hope that there would be some sort of emotional safety for Akin. But I think I have decided I want to see where they take it this week, even if it isn't resolved quickly.

I'll be patient, but here's what I NEED from this series:

I don't give a shit if it turns out to be assault or rape, Johnny is a predator for what he did. Period. Do not try to paint him as anything else. I'm going to see RED if everything is considered not a big deal if it turns out Johnny didn't actually fuck Akin. I don't care. There is no gray area here. Johnny is deplorable.

Akin understands that he is a victim and isn't responsible for what happened to him so he can begin to heal. This show needs to be clear that what happened to Akin is 100% wrong.

Jin realizes that Akin is a victim and takes back all accusations of infidelity.

I really don't want to see the toxic forgiveness shit in this series. Please don't let Akin forgive him and please don't try to make us sympathize with Johnny.

Wish list: Please let Akin get angry, specifically at Johnny. I am literally sick that he has to face Johnny at work and is too caught up in his shame and guilt to treat him like the predator he is.

As much as I had wanted them to fix that shit ASAP, they better handle this well or they shouldn't have done it at all. I'm going to cut myself off here before I let myself ramble any more.

A prayer for the BL gods: Please let me respect this show and the story they are telling.

Please take care of yourself and protect your mental and emotional health. Hugs for everyone that needs one.

[noctiva]

hihi tiva

so I’ve been listening to as the world caves in like over and over this week idk why it’s just my jam this week, BUT

I was wondering if toby and his s/o (me. obvi.) did end up somehow live through an “end of the world” scenario do you think toby would go all loverboy on them, or would he be too shocked to process it and just go on with his life as normal.

NOW. I wanna clarify on that last part.

I feel like he can do this in two ways,

A. intentionally.

because you’re both going out in the most normal way possible. him sharpening his axes while you sit in the living room or something literally while they’re about to drop the bomb. or you both watching a movie cuddled up together pretending nothings wrong. It’s natural, it’s raw, there’s no meaning and yet so much at the same time.

B. Just spur of the moment, “this isn’t happening.”

It’s kinda the same thing, except he is internally panicking. existential dread as you both sit on the couch in your final moments, in complete and utter silent dread.

instead of giving you a tighter hold than usual, he just stares ahead, and you can practically hear his thoughts “it’s a false alarm, this isn’t happening. no way this is fucking happening right now.”

anyway.

HOLY SHIT I DID NOT MEAN TO WRITE THAT MUCH I done wrote the goddamn fic for you whoopsies

but my first (kind of) request! hip hip hooray!

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OOH INTERESRING!! okay I think it would be kind of sort of a mixture of the two

I don’t know if you’ve ever seen the movie “don’t look up” but I think that the ending dinner scene would kind of sort of align with how Toby would react in a situation like this

if you haven’t seen it - brief rundown: comet is going to hit earth and wipe out humanity, there is literally nothing the cast can do at this point it’s inevitable and it’s happening in like 10 minutes. so what do they do? they sit down and have dinner, make small talk and say what they’re grateful for - acting almost as if it’s just another dinner. using this comfortable, familiar situation as a way to negate fear before they’re all completely wiped to smithereens. accepting it, and yet ignoring it all at the same time.

I think Toby would react quite similarly. mostly because he wouldn’t want you to leave this earth panicked and choking on your own tears. so, he’d be shitting his own pants internally, but he’d push it all down in the hopes of getting to have one last good moment with you.

he’ll cook dinner for you, letting you help out here and there and listening to all of your favourite songs while you do so. share one last meal with you, before retiring to the sofa to snuggle up and watch the last episode of that show you had been meaning to finish. his grip on you is tighter, and you can feel him tremble, but he won’t say a thing about it. he’ll just pull you in close, press kisses into your hair and tell you how grateful he is to have you. how lucky he was to have met you.

he’d tell you that he’s sorry he never got to marry you, that he would’ve if he could’ve. that there’s so many things he wishes he could’ve done for you

so, you’ll have to shut him up before he starts crying

preferably with a kiss

[dandelionflowery]

I don't really do my homework lol, so when I get home I have some time; and sleep is overrated anyways /hj (i mean if I got 5 hours of sleep last night i'm impressed lol)

When I do do homework, usually i do some time management where I pop on tumblr as a little break

Actually rn I'm technically attempting to do homework, I have to "find a question for the 'big oral' (yes it's called that) at the end of the year" actually 2 questions but 1 would already be nice and i either need one on biology (or geology but no way lol) and one on art, or 2 that mix both biology and art

And the thing is, you prepare two of these things just so they can make sure you worked, but you'll only present one, and honestly for most normal students, yeah, this is worth 10% of the final grade, but for me it's something like 10/160 instead of 10/100

If you want me to rant way more about this stupid fucking thing, I am more than capable lol

Anyways

i lived an hour away by bus and i was not about to stay when i had no lessons and i also had no friends to do ts with --> oh yeah that's not at all encouraging to do extracurriculars

Honestly I wouldn't actually mind doing stuff, but I don't really have the time to lol

Philosophy is absolutely up to personal opinion, but they also grade your ability to talk fancy, and the thing is I'm (most likely) autistic so I just write plain and simple things without really bullshitting my way through SEVEN FUCKING PAGES (I tend to do like 3 max) and they aren't happy

My teacher is absolutely terrible cause throughout the year my best grade was 14/20 (don't ask why our grades [in france, not just in philosophy] are out of 20, I have no idea lol), usually I got more 5/20 lol. And if I got 5/20 but with a bunch of comments saying, "oh, maybe do this", or "you could mention this", I'd be like 'ok so i have an idea of how to improve now ty'

but no, we got a test back today and I got 5/20 and he wrote: "Insufficient" at the top of my test, he quoted the methodology at me, he circled a reference I put without adding any comments, and he signed the paper like he did all the others. Useful dude.

[I mentioned harry potter because LITERALLY ALL THE PEOPLE with better teachers I TALKED TO said that drawing on personal knowledge and/or pop culture is a good way to go (one of my friends who has a different teacher literally got recommended a book on philosophy through a harry potter lens BY HER TEACHER), however my incompetent teacher apparently hates that]

in a modicum of fairness to him, I haven't listened to most of the classes since like september, but that's because in September I listened, took notes, and understood nothing; and I chose to write smut in class instead, or do homework, or sew stuff because at least that's more useful.

(we often have strike days where our absences are justified, so you can get away with not going to class [they do tell your parents though]; and one strike day, I was planning on going home anyways cause my back hurt, and a friend and I went to a café down the street instead of going to philosophy, and we got a lot more work done than if we'd gone to the philosophy class.)

(he teaches as if we were students in higher education who all chose to do philosophy and already know a bunch of things, and all he has to do is encourage us to think of some things and to offer some more authors; I believe at the beginning of the year he was like "oh yeah so you should do about an hour or two of reading [philosophical books] per week" and there is no way I'm reading in french [despite having lived here my whole life, I generally abhor reading in french lol] about topics I don't understand in the slightest, written in overcomplicated language by dudes who died centuries ago every week)

(he forgets most of us encountered philosophy with him)

very quick drawing lol

okay very important question did you take history or geography in school?

nope😓😓 French, art, and food tech

[normieauaskblog]

Autistic meltdown

Yeah this is the post this week lol

Just a shitty doodle

Its just edd having an autistic meltdown because err hashtag relatable

[pikasetism]

I FINISHED THAT OTHER DRAWING HI CHAT

[alongtidesoflight]

i swear my stepdad is so illogical AND stubborn it hurts

[icewindandboringhorror]

Some (late) holiday photos of the boye~!

[cheekyvank]

the thing about so many of the white women i know who want to 'do something' about trump etc is that they're not actually willing to do things. i have several family members and friends who are spiraling and saying i just wish there there was something i could DO and then when i give them a list of several action items they can do they make an excuse for every single one. and it's maddening.

[akkivee]

choose your fighter: ichikuu lyrics edition