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[misc-obeyme]

Hello Can I ask for a drabble of a female mc who is petite, muscular, and bad at dancing, getting dance lessons from simeon? he is supposed to be a better dancer than lucifer

petite like... luke petite... Thanks cc and have some water please lol

Hi there, anon!

Gosh, everybody keeps trying to get me to drink water. :(

I MEAN I'm gonna go do that right now, I swear! In the meantime, have this Simeon fluff! I hope it turned out okay!

“Oh! I’m so sorry, Simeon!”

You stepped back, flustered. You had tried to tell Simeon before you started that you had two left feet. Now he was experiencing your lack of dancing skills for himself. You could only hope that you hadn’t hurt him too much when you stepped on his foot.

Simeon surprised you with a soft chuckle. He took your hand and put his other hand on your waist, moving you back into the position you had stepped out of.

“It’s all right,” he said. “But you need to stop looking at your feet, MC.”

“Right, sorry,” you said.

“Let’s try again.”

Simeon led you through a few more steps, but it wasn’t long before your eyes dropped again. If you could just watch what your feet were doing, then maybe-

Simeon’s hand left your waist. He stepped closer to you, blocking off any space between you with his body. His fingers took your chin and tilted it up to look at him.

“Keep your eyes on me, MC,” he said.

You wanted to. But looking into those brilliant blue eyes was more distracting than trying to catch a glimpse of your steps. You felt your cheeks heat.

Simeon stepped back again and twirled you, perfectly guiding you through the move before pulling you in against his chest.

The music was soft and sweet - some slow piano piece that allowed you to follow the beat easily. You were in Simeon’s room at Purgatory Hall and the music was playing on an old gramophone, giving it a vintage quality.

You tried not to look down as Simeon continued to lead you through the dance, occasionally directing you or correcting your steps. His hand on your waist was light, but possessive in a way you couldn’t articulate.

Every time you cast your eyes to the floor, Simeon tilted your head up again. Amusement and fondness always sparkled in his eyes when they met yours.

“Relax a little,” Simeon said. “You’re too tense. This is supposed to be fun. Let yourself feel the music and trust me to guide you.”

You did trust him. You relaxed. He could tell when you finally did and you found yourself being swept about the room. He was grinning and his exuberance was infectious. You let your guard down, letting yourself stumble only to feel him catch you every time.

And then Simeon dipped you dramatically as you both laughed together. It was easy given your small stature and you found you had the strength to remain in that position for some time if necessary. Simeon pressed his forehead against yours, the laughter dying out slowly as the two of you looked into each other’s eyes.

You waited. You didn’t move. He was the one leading and you wanted to see what he would do.

Your heart soared when Simeon kissed you gently, your body still held half suspended in his arms. The music swelled, a sudden influx of violins echoing through the room. They mirrored the way your heart expanded while the tinkling piano notes matched your rapid heartbeat. But nothing could emulate how safe you felt in Simeon’s embrace.

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[theragethatisdesire]

fic-d here, please, i desperately need the smut abc for plug eren because i am OBSESSED with him.

and i also need to know exactly what kind of clothes he wears, for … unrelated reasons.

hiiiii mooty moot <3 can i just say i'm thrilled you asked this. fair warning for anyone about to open below the cut, this is going to be an absolute MONSTER of a post. and i'm going to love every second of writing it lol.

okay first, the outfits. plug!eren is very like, stoner/streetwear type. LOVES layers, lots of hoodies and flannels and jackets, always wearing Vans, really favors a graphic t-shirt (thrasher, anime tees, has a really impressive collection of vintage band t-shirts and limited-edition supreme drops) i shall attach some reference photos:

idk if this is even the right vibe, but just very casual, whatever-works type of clothes. owns like, two button downs vs his 1001 sweatshirts lol.

and now...onto the nasty stuff LOL enjoy lovebug

PLUG!EREN nsfw headcanons under the cut <3

A. Aftercare

plug!eren is 25, yes, but he's also kind of just a boy at heart lol. it takes him awhile to understand the whole concept of aftercare and just laying and spending time together after sex because he bounces back fast, and is already jumping up to cook dinner or get both of you ready to go to a kickback or something like, two minutes after. once you explain the concept to him, he develops a complex for awhile that he "hasn't been treating you well", and goes really overboard LOL but eventually it evens out. becomes a big fan of snuggling afterwards but would never admit it.

B. Body part

eren was a thin kid growing up, and he's super proud of all the work he's put in to change his body over the years. especially proud of his back, it's his favorite muscle group to work and the one he tracks the progress of the most for sure.

on you, plug!eren is an asssss man. like, he's the king of ass men. constantly running up behind you to land a light smack, grabbing it, holds it while you're cuddling etc. also loves your hips? like, he loves when you ride him specifically so that he can hold on tight and grab at the fat around your hips. i cannot overstate how much he loves it.

C. Cum

plug!eren def has a face-painting thing. he loves to cum in you, and it takes him a few hook-ups to tentatively throw out there that he'd love to cum on your face, but after you let him do it the once, it's over. wants to cum on your pretty face and take pictures of you all covered in him every time you fuck.

D. Dirty secret

being an engineering/architect student, eren's not bad with a pencil and paper. loves to sketch the human body as much as he loves thinking up random building designs. not going to elaborate much here bc spoilers....

E. Experience

LMAO plug!eren is absolutely ran through, so yes, he knows what he's doing.

F. Favorite position

for eren, it's a toss-up between doggy or letting you ride him, both of which stem from his thing for your hips and your ass. i think he would say riding him solely because you usually cum harder that way and eren loves watching you cum, but if it's winning out over doggy, it's only by like, an infinitesimal amount.

G. Goofy

it takes him awhile, but once eren's comfortable, he can be such a goofball during the act. like, will giggle with you when you bump your head on the headboard, full-blown belly laughing when he tries to shove you up against the wall and knocks a few picture frames down. once, one of the legs under his bed broke and you both laughed so hard about it that you couldn't even finish the act. absolutely had a photoshoot of both of you pulling ridiculous poses right beside the now-broken bed.

H. Hair

eren's not like, full-blown bush or anything, but i don't see him doing much more than just trimming. he's terrified of nicking his balls or something if he fully shaves LOL.

on you, eren would never tell you what to do with your body (again, ran through enough to know that's a big no-no when it comes to women), but i think he secretly loves when you're completely bare because he's really into watching how you take him. it gives him an unobstructed view, whether he's eating you out, fingering you, or fucking you, he loves to be able to see every bit of you.

I. Intimacy

plug!eren struggles with being intimate, and while he craves it, he hides it under constant rough sex. after you've been together for awhile though, you have a huge, blowout, nearly-break-up fight, and when he fucks you that night, he's slow and sweet and definitely not tearing up, whispering little i love yous into your skin while he rolls his hips against you. making love is definitely in him, it just takes him awhile to get up to that point.

J. Jack off

24/7. no question. this man's sex drive is unbelievable and honestly? sometimes you're too sore or just not in the mood, really. my favorite thing about plug!eren is that when you just can't go another round, he'll have you sit up all pretty and naked for him and just jack off staring at you, making you talk to him and tell you how good he made you feel. lovesick little baby.

K. Kinks

huge pleasure dom. "can't cum again" is not in eren's vocabulary- he knows you can and he knows he can make you, so what's the harm in one more? not sure if this counts as a kink, but eren's obsessed with the way you smell. not just like, your arousal, but your perfume, that little scent that everyone has that just smells like them really gets him going. every time he stays at your house he can't keep his hands off of you, loves to steal little things like a pair of panties or a dirty shirt just to have at his place for when he misses you. could get down with a daddy kink if you were into it. i struggle to think of the word for this, but he's just nasty. his favorite kind of sex is freaky, nasty, flat-out disgusting sex with cum everywhere and the sheets ruined. big marking kink, loves to leave bruises and hickeys all over you as well.

L. Location

plug!eren is very possessive, what's his is his, so not really into the public sex thing, but will take you absolutely anywhere he knows no one could catch you and get a glimpse of what's just for him. really into sex in the kitchen for some reason?? shower sex too, god that is his favorite, just having you soaking wet and pinned up against the shower wall. up against a wall in general, actually. again, he's worked really hard to get all these muscles, and it definitely gets him off how easily he can just scoop you up and fuck you in his arms. might be an ego thing but hey, who are you to complain?

M. Motivation

anything that reminds him you're his. like, if he catches a glimpse of his hickeys on your neck under your makeup? you're going home from dinner early. you're walking around in one of his tshirts? he's bending you over the counter and you're not taking that shirt off for a second. eren's also a very detail-oriented person, so if he tells you he really likes red lipstick for example, and you wear it the next day, he knows it's for him and for some reason the thought of you choosing something to wear that you know will turn him on makes him feral. you're his pretty little thing, and he loves when you show off a little for him. LOVES lingerie. like, the complicated, full-set bells and whistles of garter sets and stockings and the whole thing. embarrassed at first because he can't figure out how to take any of it off of you, but when you just smile at him shyly and pull your panties to the side, he debates leaving you there to go buy an engagement ring LOL.

N. No

surprisingly, anal. eren's very well-endowed and a girl he was seeing for awhile talked him into anal, and even though they prepared well, she was still in too much pain to really enjoy it and it scarred him a little bit. he likes to hurt you within reason, but that's crossing a line for him, so no more than a finger or two and even then, only if you really want it.

O. Oral

LOVES GIVING HEAD. like, could die happy between your legs, it's his favorite part of sex type of loves giving head. has to beg you for it, but his favorite is when you ride his face. also loves receiving. really big into pulling out when he's getting close and having you finish him with your mouth. also loves eating you out after he's cum in you, then spitting both of your cum into your mouth. again, he's a nasty nasty man and i love him.

P. Pace

eren fucks fast and hard, especially once you've gotten used to his size. he has to ease you into it at first, he's not a total asshole, but once you've gotten adjusted, it's all gas no brakes with him. all those hours in the gym really pay off when he can have you bent over for what feels like an endless amount of time, crying and wailing under him.

Q. Quickie

weirdly, LOVES a quickie. totally gets off watching you limp off to work/class after he bent you over the bathroom counter in the middle of you doing your makeup just to make your legs a little extra-shaky for the day. you're both busy, what can he say? absolutely pulls your panties up with his cum in you and tells you to keep it in there for him.

R. Risk

eren's down for whatever you're down for. he's already fleshed out most of his kinks and fantasies at this point, other than a few things he really needs a committed partner for. it really turns him on when you take the initiative to shyly ask if you can try something, and when you come over one day tentatively holding out a pair of handcuffs? oh he's done for. the one thing he doesn't love is being submissive. he'll let you have your fun, choke him a little, ride him, etc., but he really isn't into being a full-on sub and being made to beg. i think that would be his other really hard no, come to think of it.

S. Stamina

eren is, again, ran through, so he's got some stamina. usually can last at least half an hour, sometimes he can even put himself off longer. he loves to try to go multiple rounds, but honestly, he wears himself out LOL. that doesn't mean you're off the hook though. eren might not be able to get it up, but he's got a mouth and some talented fingers and he loves to make you cum over and over just for his own entertainment.

T. Toys

toys are friends, not enemies! eren specifically loves your vibrator, it's small and easy to use in multiple different positions. his absolute favorite is to have you on top of him, fully seated and grinding against his hips, while he holds your vib to your clit. no chance of him getting enough friction to bust early, and he can make you cum at least two or three times like that until you're in tears and begging him to actually fuck you. yeah, that's his fav.

U. Unfair

eren's not so much of an intentional tease (bc he will accidentally work himself up too much and have to leave the bar early lol), but he's just so unintentionally pretty he doesn't have to try. i mean come on, he's beautiful and he's naturally so charismatic and flirty that he can tease without trying. and when you both get home and you're all riled up and pulling his clothes off, it's so entertaining to him. he loves when you tell him how pretty he is, how he got you all turned on just doing nothing but being himself.

V. Volume

plug!eren is a big dirty talker, but he's actually pretty vocal on top of that, too. loves to moan and groan and tell you exactly how good you feel, whether that's with a noise or his words. he's the loudest when you give him head, it just feels so good and he can't help but ramble on and on about how good you are to him. his "tell" that he's about to cum is when he starts rambling, words slurring together and it just seems like he can't shut up.

W. Wild card

eren loves when you're a little drunk, lowest of keys. not so drunk he's taking advantage of you, but when you let the responsible, professor mask slip and just really let yourself go and have fun, it drives him crazy. he loves seeing you happy, and in an honestly almost-perverted way, he loves seeing you go absolutely crazy with your friends. it just makes him so hard to see you uninhibited and dancing in the middle of the club like you own the place, all eyes on you.

X. X-ray

i think this was pretty well covered in the fic but.....yeah it's big. like, a solid eight inches, girthy, veiny, pornstar dick. eren's blessed and he knows it and uses it to his advantage. your favorite game together is to see how much of him you can get down your throat and eren's obnoxiously cheering you on like a coach. "you're almost halfway babe, have you been practicing on bananas or something?" "shut up eren! i'm trying to concentrate!"

Y. Yearning

okay i feel like it's basically canon that eren's ready to go at all times, no matter what, and plug!eren is not exempt from that. on top of this, though, he's really turned on by...idk, mundane things? like when you stretch with your arms over your head and he can see the outline of your breasts through your shirt, the curve of your neck, when you stick a pen through the bun on top of your head. like, the silliest things turn him on, only adding to his super high sex drive.

Z. Zzzz

eren's usually still bouncing off the walls right after, loves pillow talking and staying up late and discussing any topic he can think of under the sun. he's very restless as a person, so it takes him awhile to go to sleep, especially plug!eren. you usually fall asleep first. always has to go rip the bong a few times or he's just got 0 chance of knocking out, but he always sleeps better when you're snuggled up to him <3

[natalyarose]

Hiii! I always read your observations and love them so wanted to ask your opinion on this, I have always read that you can use your Mars to work on yourself, to increase your self confidence, to glow up. But I've never seen a post specifically dedicated to this topic and I really want to know how I can do this. I've my mars in 2H and in Aries (Bharani). Can you please tell me how Mars plays out in this placement and how to work with it?

Hey!! I'm glad you've enjoyed my observations :) 🪷

I haven't heard of this specific idea before, but it does make sense! I mean Mars is about your will and drive, your vitality in a physical sense, your sense of passion and direction in life. Mars is the overall force behind the decisions you make, and to create a better life for yourself your vision needs to reflect in your intentions and decisions.

Following that vein of thought though, I would say Mars in the 2nd house in Bharani could be best utilised through surrounding yourself with things that are pleasurable sensorially stimulating in some way. I would also say dabbling in some kind of creative passion of your own would be great for this placement too (perhaps even making money off of it since 2nd house can involve finances 💸 ). 2nd house is also your physical body and environment, so taking great care of those things and beautifying (Bharani being Venusian) these elements of your life would help to refine your Mars.

Bharani loves art too, especially if it is obscure in some way- Bharani is an 'outcaste' Nakshatra so its tastes can be very outside the box or alternative.

Bharani is about baring pain/something that requires you to endure so that you can reap rewards and have gratification later on, so implementing these themes in everyday life could help to 'activate' your Mars.

I feel like in general this placement would play out as someone who is potentially incredibly hardworking and dedicated. Mars is very integral to how you make decisions every day, and Mars in Bharani would be willing to do extra work, doing something uncomfortable or even painful to receive that later abundance.

Since Mars can be a very 'everyday' energy, it may symbolise someone who typically takes action & makes decisions with a pain/reward mindset like for example; walks instead of taking the bus even if they've got a lot of heavy things to carry, because they want the positive effect the 'work-out' would have on their body. Thenn when they get home they lay down and relax with some luxury drink lol; since Bharani is still Venusian after all.

It could be someone who willingly travels to multiple thrift stores throughout town to find some beautiful vintage item they envision (hard work, tiring, etc lol but for the reward, beauty and rarity) ♀︎ 👼

It doesn't have to be that literal but you know!

Those are just some ideas!! 🩷

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GENERAL APPEARANCE

Sex: Masculine. Feminine. Non-Binary. Notes: n/a

Race: Human, originally. Though everything is verse dependant

Complexion: A sickly kind of pale. He doesn't get a lot of sun and is naturally quite pale anyway.

Height: 6'4 // 193cm

Body Type: Endomorph. Mesomorph. Ectomorph. Other / More Details: n/a.

Body Build: Small. Medium. Athletic. Muscular. Soft. Curvy. Voluptuous. Other / More Details: Well built, but not in that kind of gym bro or body builder way. He's not at 0% body fat, so it just kind of looks pretty well proportioned and if he's not flexing he's actually quite soft.

Body Hair: None. Shaves/Waxes. Trims/Grooms. Untamed. Color: Dark brown. Notes: n/a.

Head Hair: None. Buzzed. Short. Medium / Long. Very Long. Asymmetrical Cut. Color: Dark brown. If you squint, the tips are slightly darker from an old dye job. Style: A shaggy and uneven cut that suggests that it was both a home job, and also probably not with proper hair scissors. The most he does to maintain it is cut his bangs when he remembers, though they still grow past his eyes and is parted to the side to at least give him some vision, and then also trim dead ends if he ever notices it. His hair is on the wavier side, though he simply thinks that's because it's messy. He tries to keep it in a ponytail, but the hair-tie he uses is old and thus barely holds anything so it sort of sits at that awkward dead mother anime hair position with bits constantly falling out.

Eye color: A sort of forest green Details: For the most part they seem pretty normal. It's hard to see them behind glasses. For a dark colour, they do seem oddly... piercing. Perhaps it's just the way he stares. He also has dark bags practically permanently under his eyes.

Scars: Multiple stab wounds to the stomach partially obscured by a tattoo. A scar running through his left eyebrow (( he doesn't shave in the slit lol )). What almost looks like a bite around the neck // shoulder area (( don't ask )). Honestly a number of faint scars scattered across his body that aren't as notable. He gets into a lot of fights.

FASHION

Fashion Style: Vintage. Traditional. Casual. Artsy. Vibrant. Geeky/Nerdy. Tomboy. Sporty. Trendy. Preppy. Girly. Bohemian. Elegant. Formal. Grunge. Punk. Rocker. Gothic. Other notes: Almost has two wardrobes. His "normal" one consisting of kind of dark academia businesswear type of clothing with a lot of coats and knit, and then a full blown emo goth moment that he actually likes. Though these days, it's closer to a soft goth.

Color Palette: Black for the most part if he had the choice or for work, with other greyscale or neutral browns and beiges.

Typical Clothing: Button up shirts that are either oversized, barely buttoned or clearly custom fit in order for it to actually fit his body. Something more plain like a compression shirt or turtleneck if he can't be bothered. Ripped jeans (( you cant tell if that's on purpose or just general wear and tear given what he gets up to )) or dress pants. Belts and straps, sometimes in places that may not even be needed at times. A good, solid pair of boots or dress pants. Things like sweater vests and trench coats. Almost always has a dog tag and a gold chain on his neck.

Piercings: Multiple. They're listed in his ref. Ofc he's known for the nipples though- HAHA

Tattoos: Multiple. More details in the ref again. Notably, a dagger hides the stab scars and a snake kind of obscures the one on his neck

Other Information: n/a.

EXPRESSION

General Facial Expression: For the most part he keeps it pretty neutral, though he always kind of has that wet dog look about him where he just sort of... looks depressed. His mouth always seems to naturally rest in a frown too. Though, he always has a habit of sizing people up with his eyes and sad and apathetic can go to cold and judgmental real quick.

Default Body Language: Usually pretty stiff. It's kind of been drilled into him to keep his back straight and his paranoia keeps him rather tense. He normally has one hand free and the other either in his pockets , remaining at his side or hooked into a belt loop to reach for said pockets if needs be. Though, in a relaxed or frankly drunk state, he tends to slouch much more, shift his weight to one side and cross his arms or lean on things a lot more

General Movements:  (Example: Do they have a limp? A unique walk?) Jack paces a lot, and also has a bat habit f clenching his jaw/grinding his teeth unconsciously.

NOTABLE FOR RP

Presence: (Example: Are they a calming presence? An antagonizing one?)  Jack tends to make a lot of people uncomfortable. Many note he feels dog like in the sense that he might lunge at any moment. Or that it feels as though he's reading their every action. You can also tell right away when you piss him off, and given his size ?? Not fun.

Appearance: (Example: Tidy, Unkept, etc) very tidy. His clothes are kept well but... that's about it. He doesn't really care about himself enough to care to do much outside of maybe showers, brushing his teeth and shaving stubble.

Scent: Something metallic and ozone. Masked up with things like alcohol, leather, cigarette smoke and a gifted cologne. Lowkey he smells like a depressed middle aged man who's wife took the kids.

Voice Description: NSFW warning but the priest audiobooks... Literally sounds like Jack I'm being so deadass.

Accent: yes / no More information: American smh. Though he spends so much time around people with british accents that his accent slips at times.

Speech Mannerisms: (Formal, informal, curses a lot, etc) Pretty formal to strangers. Tends to like to sound educated. Will keep his answers to the point. This is, of course, until he either snaps or is comfortable around you. He has the mouth of a sailor and speaks much more informally.

Anything else to add? Everyone's favorite dog. Can be trained if you're determined.

[floralcyanide]

𝐹𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑛 𝐴𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑙 - 𝐸𝑑 𝐵𝑎𝑙𝑑𝑤𝑖𝑛

Prologue

warnings: descriptions of a hospital, blood, memory loss

word count: 532

author's note: hiii welcome to the prologue of my new story (hopefully I'll finish this one (((: lol) it takes place in season one of For All Mankind. I may extend it into season two and three but we shall see. I hope everyone enjoys (:

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ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴄᴏᴘʏ, ʀᴇᴘʀᴏᴅᴜᴄᴇ, ��ʀ ᴄʟᴀɪᴍ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ᴀs ʏᴏᴜʀs ᴏɴ ᴛᴜᴍʙʟʀ, ᴀᴏ3, ᴡᴀᴛᴛᴘᴀᴅ, ᴏʀ ᴀɴʏ ᴡᴇʙsɪᴛᴇ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴘᴇʀᴍɪssɪᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ᴜsᴇ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋs ɪɴ ᴀɪ ɢᴇɴᴇʀᴀᴛᴏʀs ᴏʀ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀʀᴛɪғɪᴄɪᴀʟ ɪɴᴛᴇʟʟɪɢᴇɴᴄᴇ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴀʏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴜsᴇ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋs ᴛᴏ sᴇʟʟ ғᴏʀ ᴀs ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛɪᴏɴ

My eyes slowly flutter open, adjusting to the harsh white light of the room. I feel something in my throat, keeping me from breathing properly. Struggling against whatever is in my throat, I begin to choke. It’s hard to move around in general since I seem to be attached to things by my arms, chest, and face. Finally, my eyes adjust to the brightness, and I see that I also have tubes and wires connected to my body. I reach up to my face and realize an intubator in my mouth is keeping me from breathing manually. I realize I’m in the hospital. But before I can even try to remove the intubator, a group of nurses scrambles into the room. They get to me quickly, start moving things around, and take blood from a port in my right arm.

“Alright, sweetheart, try to take a deep breath. This is going to be uncomfortable,” a short, blonde nurse says sweetly as she takes the intubator’s attachments out from around my head.

She slowly begins to pull out the long tube that was helping me breathe. I grip the sides of the hospital bed as I can’t help but gag at the feeling. Whatever happened to me must’ve been bad if I couldn’t breathe on my own and needed a breathing tube. The nurses praised me for how good I did with the removal. They are busy checking my vitals and changing the IV bag. Looking around now that my vision has cleared up, I notice something odd. The said nurses appear to be in old-fashioned uniforms. The wallpaper in the room is vintage, and there’s a lack of a television. There aren’t any machines anywhere to be seen, and when the nurse to my right takes my blood pressure, the cuff is very old-fashioned too.��

Suddenly, a man bursts into the room despite the nurses trying to fight him off.

“Cherry? Thank god you’re okay!”

My face scrunches up in confusion- who is this man, and who is Cherry? He also appears to be dressed differently, like the nurses. What is going on?

The nurses glance up, notice the man, and disperse. He must be important. He gently walks up to me, taking my hand. I immediately jerk my hand away from his grasp, my eyebrows furrowing.

“Who are you?” I struggle to speak from the breathing tube’s former position in my throat. 

The man looks only slightly offended that I removed myself from his touch as he offers me a cup of water, which I graciously take before repeating my question, “Who are you?”

An odd look crosses his face as he looks back to the nurses, who all share a similar look of concern.

“Um, I’m Ed. Ed Baldwin. Do you remember your name?”

“No,” I say, my eyes darting around the room, “I don’t remember anything.”

I try to remember how I got here and can’t come up with anything. My eyes land on the chalkboard by the door that states the doctor’s name and the date. I gasp.

December 7, 1970.

I am not where I’m supposed to be. Or rather, I’m not when I’m supposed to be.

[schmooplesboop]

Of course these two would be the ones to get me writing again after a bazillion years lol

Pairing: Clive/Gav

Rating: 14+

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Gav tossed one way then turned the other. Rolling onto his back he looked over at Clive, sleeping soundly beside him. He sighed.

(So much for being older and wiser.)

When Clive had asked if he'd like a drink Gav thought he'd meant in the little mess/pub the Hideaway had, but the man had instead led him to his chambers and handed him a goblet of wine so expensive a vintage it would've made nobility spit to know the likes of him was enjoying it.

"Gav..." Clive seemed nervous, toying with his wine rather than drinking it. "I've... wanted to thank you for your help in Rosaria. You saved Jill..."

He moved closer. Clive wasn't that much taller than him, an inch or maybe two, but he was so much broader, always made Gav feel like he was being towered over. Clive set his wine aside and his hands gripped Gav's shoulders.

"You got me out of that dungeon. You saved me."

"Oh, I- " Gav swallowed hard, his throat clicking. Clive was very close. He quickly set his drink aside before he spilled it. His usually quick and clever fingers felt numb and stupid.

Gav wasn't sure which of them moved first, maybe they'd moved together. All he knew was their lips met in the sweetest kiss he'd had in a long while. Then his hands were running through Clive's thick dark hair and then Clive's hands were on his ass and it was all he could do to tumble into bed, yanking and pulling at the lacings on the other man's top.

And now here he was hours later, feeling like a fool. He'd been in this position once before many years ago: an extra piece in a set of two. It had ended ugly, with many tears and a literal backstab, he had the scar on his shoulder blade to prove it. And although he very much doubted Jill was the back stabbing type, he didn't want anymore broken hearts on his conscience.

He tossed some more, rolling away from Clive. What was he going to do now? Should he just sneak out?

"Mmmn... Gav..." The man nearly jumped from his skin when Clive's voice, fuzzy with sleep, broke into his thoughts. Before he could answer he found himself gently rolled onto his stomach, Clive's lips planting kisses down his back, stubble scratching at the skin.

"Clive-" The word came out a single strangled note as Clive's tongue oh-so-gently touched the base of his spine.

Clive must've heard the distress beneath the desire because he stopped immediately. The mattress jounced slightly as the man sat up, hair rumpled, blanket puddling in his lap.

"Gav? Are you all right?"

Gav pushed himself up so he was kneeling opposite. The moonlight highlighted the plains of Clive's body in a muted blue light. He was beautiful. The blond man's resolve wavered and he cursed himself.

(Do it, you fucking coward. Just rip the bandage off.)

"I've just... I've been wondering where I fit in here, what with you and--" He couldn't finish, but he saw that Clive understood immediately.

Clive sighed, running one hand through his tangled black hair, "I'm sorry, Gav."

Gav's heart sank with his stomach, he waited for the words that would make him a bloody fool all over again. Instead, Clive's next words veered off in a completely unexpected direction.

"I first saw my mother's true colors when she realized that her eldest son saying he felt different from most other boys wasn't because the Phoenix had chosen him." The man's mouth twisted in a grimace of a smile. "She grabbed my chin, her fingers left marks, and told me I was being ridiculous and to never speak of such things again."

Clive stood from the bed, the blanket sliding off his naked form. "My father was much more sympathetic, but he was also honest with me: he'd been fighting against these laws and traditions long before I was born and had made so little headway. He told me the nobility, by which he meant my mother, could have me disavowed and disowned. I would not be Joshua's Shield... or even his brother if I was... myself."

Gav knew he must've looked like a gormless fish, sitting there with his mouth agape, but he'd been completely caught off guard. A rare occurrence that seemed to have become more common in the last few hours.

"It was also my father who told me to find someone who would understand, so grudges wouldn't fester. He would betroth us... to protect me." Clive's face softened as he smiled. "I spoke with Jill, she was very understanding of course. We vowed to put on whatever mummer's show the 'nobility' required. I was preparing to live my life in the shadows when it ended instead."

Clive laughed. It was bitter and brittle and it broke Gav's heart.

He turned away from the bed, staring out at the small balcony off his chambers. "So long as it didn't interfere with your duties and the person you were with also had a brand, the Imperials didn't much care who you laid with. But I, like many, didn't dare to get too close. We were cannon fodder. Too many of us died each day. We took our comfort or lust from each other, but no more."

Clive's voice softened, barely above a whisper. "And then I met you... Gav."

He returned to the bed, sitting beside Gav, one hand reaching out to squeeze his thigh. "And it was like a piece I had been missing my entire life fell into place."

Gav gently clasped Clive's wrist, heart pounding, hardly believing what he was hearing.

"I wanted-- I should have told you all this before." Clive continued, his cheeks suddenly flushing with color. "But when we kissed, my thoughts all but fled."

Gav laughed and fell back onto the bed, pulling Clive on top of him, hooking his legs about the man's hips.

"Now that, you don't have to be sorry for. I was very much in the same boat." He ran his thumb along Clive's jawline, expression softening. "And I feel the same. You've been a right ray of sunshine in my gloomy little life, Clive Rosfield."

He tugged and Clive came willingly, pressing their mouths together, kissing him breathless.

"Dunno about you... but my thoughts are fleeing again." Gav panted into the small space between their lips.

Clive chuckled, "Mine too."

[tr4pnests]

runaway love

not sure what to say other than thank you to those that read chapter one! i hope it was a nice read. i hope my writing improves the more i post but for the time being please be patient with me... enjoy chapter two!

just so its clear there's two flashbacks in this chapter, i wasn't sure how to write it out so i'm saying it now lol

pairing: minami ryusuke x reader 

oc x eiji kimura

word count: 1269

warnings: cursing.

unedited.

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ryusuke stares out of his small dreary apartment, the moonlight shines over his face and the breeze from the slightly agape window makes its way into the room.

he was feeling restless once again.

it’s been about three months since he last saw you. the last image of you he had was of your sleeping face, you looked as cute as ever laying there unaware of what would occur later on.

he recalls that night well.

he had come to your house as he usually did after ‘work’ smiling as he walked through the beaded door of your living room.

‘darlin?’ 

‘yes…my…love’ he heard you say slowly and broken from the kitchen that was attached to the living room and walked in further, seeing you chopping up some vegetables with a cigarette hanging from your lips. you wore a long black dress that hugged her body well that it was hardly modest looking on you and paired it with a small light pink apron, and some vintage brown mules. your hair was tied up away from your face.

he smiled as he placed his work (runaway) bag on the floor and walked around the breakfast bar towards you. your house wasn’t very big but it was nice enough for you and your roommate; nelle to share with occasional guests. the living room and kitchen were attached, equipped with a breakfast bar and two chairs, the house had a small hallway that went up stairs to the bathroom and two bedrooms, both rooms having a balcony facing different directions.

‘what are you making?’ he asked while wrapping his arms around you from behind, placing a kiss on your cheek partially to distract you from him stealing the cigarette that was in your mouth.

you giggled softly, putting the knife down onto the chopping board. ‘a salad to go with the salmon i just put in the oven for us.’

he hummed and exhaled the smoke from the cigarette, going around to sit on the stools opposite your cooking station. although ryusuke appeared normal and fine, he wasn’t. he was savouring these last moments with you and planning his goodbye in his head.

‘how was work my love?’ you asked while bending down to check on the salmon, poking at it with a fork.

ryusuke took a moment to think about how things were with the gang… things were not going smooth to say the least, two of his boys were caught during a heist, it caused the rest of the gang to become wary about what they’re doing, they were in a vulnerable position and could be targets for another gang attack. he sighed, taking another hit. 

‘it’s been okay…the office has been rather quiet recently…not much action…’ he told you half a lie. you didn't really know the full his nature of work, he told you he worked in a firm when you first met to cover his tracks. any time you asked about his work he'd avoid talking too much about it.

‘i’m sure things will pick up again soon.’ you smiled genuinely as you stood up slowly again. 

it hurt his heart to lie to you but he had no choice. it pained him even more knowing this was the last time he’d see you…

ryusuke sighs at the memory as he reaches out for the pack of cigarettes at his bedside table along with his lighter. you guys hadn’t done anything significant that night, it was like any of the other nights you shared enjoying each others company. at times he wishes he could’ve been more honest with you in your relationship, especially that night. 

‘i miss you…’ he says quietly looking down the small photo he had of you inside the locket that hung around his neck. you were the one that had given him that necklace.

ryusuke's mind goes back slowly to another memory as he stared at your picture.

‘what’s that around your neck?’ ryusuke pointed at your chest, touching the locket lightly, brushing past your boob. you were both a little drunk and handsy, the two of you shared a bottle of red.

‘this? it’s just a necklace, i bought it a while ago at a flea market because it was cute.’ your heart jumped at his sudden touch but you shrug it off as you look down at your chest, grabbing a hold of your necklace, trying to play it cool. 

‘can i have a closer look at it?’ ryusuke asked staring deeply at the necklace. 

‘uh sure…’ you slowly take the necklace off and hand it to him. you were a little confused as to why he was so engrossed by it but you didn't mind showing him. your chest now felt expose so you placed your hand over it.

he hummed as he looked closer at it from all angles and dangled it in front of you. ‘this is a locket.’

‘what? no it’s not, it’s just a pend-‘ 

‘no look-‘ ryusuke held the pendant on it's side, tearing it open revealing it as a locket. ‘it’s a locket darlin.’

you gasped, falling into laughter and into ryusuke’s lap as you had no idea. ‘do you want it? since you figured that out.’

‘what? you want me to have this?’ he looked down at you in slight disbelief.

‘yeah, why not, you can add a little picture of me and wear me everywhere.’ you winked and joked, feeling a little flirty due to the alcohol which caused him to grin widely.

‘okay let me take a picture of you now then’ ryusuke pulled out his antique polaroid camera, facing it down in your direction. ‘…ready…’

‘wait no! my hair. let me sit u- can we do this tomorrow? i wasn’t prepared for th- ' you panic at his sudden action.

‘aaaaaaandddd smileeeee’

you quickly forced a smile as you knew there was no getting through to your drunk boyfriend when he put a camera in front of you. the camera flashed brightly and an image began to print.

ryusuke smiled grabbing the photo and laying it to the side.

‘i know that photo is sh-‘

‘be quiet and let it appear, i know it’s the most beautiful picture i’ve ever taken.’ he didn't feel like listening to your negative comments, he truly saw you as an angel so it bothered him at times when you'd make such comments but understood it was just occasional insecurities coming through.

you rolled your eyes getting up from his lap to lean on his side instead, waiting with him. once the photo appears you just stared at it, unsure of whether you liked the picture or not and turned to ryusuke, surprised at how happy he looked.

‘ray-‘

‘this is the best locket photo in the world darlin’ thank you.’ ryusuke planted a kiss on your cheek, making you to blush, you look away from him and he chuckled at your reaction, finding it cute how bashful you could be at times.

he stood up to look for some scissors, cutting around the image carefully and placed it into the locket, clasping it around his neck.

‘you’re now with me whenever i go.’ he smiled softly, walking back towards you and planted another kiss but this time on your lips ever so sweetly, leaning so slightly as you were still sat on the couch.

you returned the kiss and smiled up at him. 

'you truly are with me forever y/n' he falled back on his bed again remembering another memory, putting his cigarette out lazily with his arm stretched out to his ashtray.

[lorie217]

With Bella, anything is paw-sible.

I've been thinking of possible ways to describe Bella, my feline, four-legged, accursed, grumpy, iconic, jealous, lithe, naughty, active, beautiful kitten, friend and buddy. Her antics and behavioural patterns

Bella is only a stray cat so it's kinda difficult to say her exact age. But based on objective deductions, physical features, and characteristics. I would say she is approximately 6-7 months old. Bella was found stalking around the neighborhood by my little niece at a very tender age, probably being abandoned by her mother. After talking to a few neighbors about it an attempt to find the owner failed. We planned on calling the animal rescue team at first but on further consideration, I decided to take upon myself the duty of nurturing, caring, and taming what seemed to be a hopeless, homeless, and pitiable piece of the creature; to love and to adore. I was drawn by her shiny appearance and wide eyes. Without wasting time, I got her rehydrated and provided shelter. Fortunately, there was a Vet store around that took over caring for this adorable kitten. After she was certified well and fit, she was transferred to a new home we had put together for her. And then I thought of a name that would suit her being. Nothing made more sense than the word "Bella" which means beautiful. It described her all-round adorable charm. It seemed a difficult task initially as she failed to develop appropriate social skill but with time, she adapted and became the center of attraction as every one was in awe of her antics and sneaky but interesting behaviors. I would be talking on a few which I found most amusing .

1. Silly Sleeping Positions: Bella was a master of finding bizarre and amusing sleeping positions. She would contort her body and stretch out like furry noodles lol.

2. Bella displayed great skill of acrobatics and coordination. They termed it to be "tail chasing ". I would spend minutes watching as it was not only entertaining but made me wonder why.

3. Pouncing Surprises: She would hide behind furnitures waiting for the right moment to leap out or even attack your feet.

4. She was a natural hunter and her playfulness often mimicked hunting behavior. Animal experts explained that it helped to keep them physically active and mentally stimulated.

5.She had an inherent passion for moving objects and shadows were no exceptions. It was a good way to relief my Dad of his depression after mom passed on.

6. Annoyingly and surprisingly, Bella could interupt human computer activity as she would not only sit on the keyboard, paw at the screen but also on important documents demanding carefully handling and attention.

7. Love for heights: She would perch on high places like bookshelves, countertops, and top of furnitures. From these vintage points, she keeps an eye on everything happening around.

These traits are only but a few among others. I'm still on the lookout for something new. I find these very fascinating and mean a whole lot to me. What more can I do but share on this amazing platform, as my very first Tumblr. I only hope it reaches as much audience possible as I embark on this journey to meet a circle of worthy family and friends, communities, spaces with whom I would share my life. Cheers to happy readings and better insights as we toe along this great path together.

[space-helen]

There's a guy that comes into my work now and then and he's always so polite and refers to me as ma'am which I just automatically find endearing because sir I am only 25 I don't feel like I am qualified to be referred to as ma'am lol also its just not commonly said in my country like at all. One day when he was leaving he tipped his hat at me and said goodbye ma'am and oh my heaven above it was so old timey and cute and i love old Hollywood and dressing vintage and all that jazz so the hat tip really did me in

Anyway I forgot about that because it was months and months ago, well anyway he came back in recently and was still just being all polite and throwing the ma'ams out. And then I realised oh it's hat guy! and tbh i have crappy self confidence and I shit you not I couldn't even look at him, I was just typing away getting the info he needed and trying not to blush, on the freaking way out this guy does the thank you ma'am and then just as he was going through the door he turned and went you're gorgeous by the way. I am so glad he was leaving when he said that because I had to duck behind my computer screen I could not stop smiling I was legit swooning like what!? But yeah my lack of self confidence I convinced myself that somehow he could sense my insecurity and he just said that to be nice and boost my self esteem just being a nice dude like there's no way he meant it

Helennnnn he came back again and asked me out and I said no even though I really really wanted to say yes. I do not like my appearance to the point where I am saving for cosmetic surgery and have been on consultations with two surgeons. I was never planning on dating being an option for me (was mentally ill in my younger years and thought I wouldn't make it to this age). I have acne scars and I never leave the house without makeup like I can't. There's also the fact that all I do is work, go for a walk, come home and rot on tumblr for hours because I had accepted that that's good enough for me I'll do my job and spend time with my family and get my social and relationship fullments through fics 🤣 So I have no real hobbies and no personality so not only would I be soo so insecure about how I look but I wouldn't even have anything to say I wouldn't even be able to talk to him. So I had to turn him down even though I seriously didn't want to but like how can I even attempt to go on one single date when I'm not even comfortable with myself 😢 I do kind of envy the past generations when it comes to dating like my mum was married and had me by the age I am now and all I have is tumblr. I'm now convinced I'll never find anyone again because I went and said no to someone I actually liked because I don't like myself 🙃 😭

So I read this as soon as I woke up this morning and I've been thinking about it all day. First of all I'm super sorry you feel like this - these emotions are THE WORST and I know those words won't fix everything, or even anything, but I get it. Putting the rest under the cut so people on tumblr don't get mad.

This guy sounds really lovely and as you day, endearing. I love that he asked you out on a date and that's super positive!! He seems like such a gentleman/cutie.

I get why you rejected his offer. I 1000% get it. I also self sabotage a lot like you. I grew up bigger than everyone else both height and weight wise, I also had acne/spots from the age of like 8. I got bullied so much because of it all the way through school and man, it sticks. I've always been looking for love but when it actually comes to asking someone out? I just don't do it because I don't think I'm worthy of it at all. When someone shows interest (not that it happens often) I always deny it because I can't possibly see how anyone would fine me attractive. Yeah somedays I think, damn I look good and will take some photos. But it comes in waves. Most of last year I was ok and had more good days with my body image than bad. This year? the amount of times I don't like myself has increased.

I'm really really sorry you feel similar, I know it's not entirely the same but I get some of what you're feeling. Hopefully he comes back in and you can have a little conversation - I'm not saying apologise, don't do that for now, but try and spark up normal, friendly conversation if circumstances allow. Just to show that you don't dislike the guy and then maybe one day when you're feeling confident he can ask again or you can ask him. If that doesn't happen? That's also ok too! Absolutely no pressure.

I know this post isn't enough to address everything but I do want to say thank you for trusting me/putting this in my ask box. If you want to message me about it please do!! I'm always happy to chat

[fran-kubelik]

Marie Prevost as “party girl” Dot Lamar in Ladies of Leisure (1930), d. Frank Capra

[eternal-rush]

Love urself x 💘

[flngposse]

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you just gotta believe ♡

[mu-la-la]

Tell me what I wanna hear 🍓💕💕

[confessionistt]

when your owner has to leave to go to work

[mercurygguk]

what a man gotta do? | kth

genre; established relationship au, fluff

pairing; kim taehyung x female reader

summary; what a man gotta do when his girlfriend is insanely adorable when she’s drunk and doesn’t take no for an answer?

word count; 2,488

warnings; mentions of alcohol, a tiny bit of swearing, just soft tae and oc being a cute ass couple that i really adore

a/n; saw a text quote on tumblr, my brain popped an idea. this is it. also, i know nothing about gaming, so if anything i’ve written doesn’t make sense, just ignore it lol. please love it a lot and enjoy!! ps. please tell me what you think, thanks x

There is something so oddly pleasing about having the entire apartment to oneself on a Friday evening. Taehyung has been looking forward to this evening for a week and it is finally here. An entire evening for himself with his gaming console, his friends in his headphones and a big bowl of popcorn beside him. It’s quiet in the apartment as he sets up his gaming spot, fluffing the pillows and setting them up nicely on the couch so he can sit comfortably for the next many hours of nonstop gaming with his bestest friends.

The reason for his night alone is because his girlfriend’s (you) best friend just got promoted to a higher rank in the law firm she works at. She then went on to invite all her friends out for drinks which, of course, included you. Taehyung had fought to keep in his excitement when you had told him of your plans a week ago. You had eyed him down then, noticing the small exciting smile forming on his lips as he listened to your words carefully as if he actually cared. He was just overly excited to finally be able to have a gaming night without interruptions. And it’s not that he wants to sound ungrateful or like he enjoyed that you weren’t at home. He loved spending his Friday nights cuddled up with you, hell, that was his favorite Friday nights. But he’s only a boy, really. And a boy has needs. Gaming needs.

So he walks to the kitchen with a pep in his step as the microwave finishes with a loud ping! He pours the popcorn into a bowl and heads back to the couch where his gaming spot has been set up to perfection, everything in place and ready for him to have a relaxing night of games. He sits back in the mountain of pillows, sighing in content as he places the popcorn beside him before grabbing his headset. He sets it atop of his head, checking the sound and mic. Seconds later there’s an incoming call from his group of friends. 

He picks up with a grin on his face. “Hey guys!”

Seokjin gasps from the other end. “What the hell? Got a night off from the wife?”

Taehyung scoffs and rolls his eyes playfully, a small smile on his lips. “She’s out for drinks,” he explains, “best friend got promoted.”

“Em got promoted?” Jimin then asks, just now hearing about the news of his long-time crush.

A smirk appears on Taehyung’s face. “Yeah, like a week ago. She didn’t tell you?”

Jimin falls silent at his question. Taehyung wants to tell his best friend to get out of his misery and just ask the girl out. He’s a hundred percent sure she’d say yes within a heartbeat. In fact, when Em is here visiting you and Taehyung, she talks about Jimin more often than she’d ever admit.

“Just ask her out already!” Seokjin groans annoyed, causing Jimin to tell him to ‘fuck off’. Taehyung grins, having missed gaming and talking with his friends like this. He saw them a few days ago in person which was nice too, but gaming with them is just so different and fun. It’s been a long time since he has had the opportunity to game for an entire night with Seokjin and Jimin.

“Well,” Taehyung captures the attention of his two best friends, “shall we get started?”

And that’s how the next three hours pass. There’s bickering, arguing because Seokjin didn’t manage to cover for Taehyung which caused Taehyung to get killed. “Come on, hyung! You were supposed to cover for me!”

Seokjin sighs deeply on the other end, calming his temper. “You think I’m a mind reader? How was I supposed to know you’d-”

Taehyung’s phone starts vibrating in his pocket. He pulls the phone from his pocket to look at the caller-id. Your photo flashes across his screen, the wide smile on your face on a snowy day in December. A photo Taehyung snapped one day before Christmas, a day you had dragged him outside and into the snow. The first snow in Seoul in years and you had been so happy that you couldn’t stop smiling, so Taehyung saw it fit to snap a photo of you with his vintage camera which he had brought along.

“Hyung, one second,” he cuts off Seokjin’s rambling, removing his headset to answer your call.

“Hey babe,” Taehyung greets who he thinks is you. He stills, confused as Em greets him back in a rather serious, tired-sounding tone. “Oh, hey Em, did something happen?”

Em sighs deeply. “____ is drunk off her ass. Can you come get her?”

Drunk of her ass? You haven’t been drunk off your ass in months, which is why you being drunk so drunk right now doesn’t come as a shock to him. It’s been a while since you went out drinking like you’ve done tonight, so your body has gotten used to not fighting alcohol. Taehyung runs a hand through his dark black hair, removing it from his eyes.

“Yeah, sure, I’ll come by. Where you at?”

With the information from Em, he hangs up and grabs his headset to put it back on. “Hey, guys, I gotta go.”

Jimin sounds like an unsatisfied child as he whines. Taehyung can imagine the pout. “What? Why?”

“Em just called,” he tells his best friend, “____ is drunk as hell. I have to go get her.”

Jimin mutters an ‘oh’ and so does Seokjin. They tell each other goodbye before Taehyung is shutting off his gaming console and heading for the front door. He grabs a coat from the closet in the hallway, throwing it over the white t-shirt and the green unbuttoned flannel he’s wearing. He jumps into a pair of boots and grabs his keys before heading out of the apartment. 

“Shit,” he swears under his breath as he steps outside, into the cold air of January. He takes long strides towards his car, getting in and turning the key in the ignition. The heat is immediately turned on before he pulls out of the parking lot, heading in the direction of the bar Em told him you’re at. “One night,” he mumbles lowly to himself as he slowly drives around the parking lot behind the bar to find an empty spot, “one freaking night.”

The bar is filled with people, some drunk and some just barely tipsy. The aura in there is happy, void of any worries these people might have on regular days. Taehyung skims the darkness of the bar, trying his best to spot you in the crowd. Soon enough his eyes zoom in on Em who’s waving at him. He glances to her right side, spotting you sitting there with your head resting on Em’s shoulder. You look like you’re passed out and Taehyung immediately finds himself worrying a bit more than he originally had. You never pass out, you just always end up being a slur who laughs a bit too much at anything you find funny in the moment.

“Hey,” Em greets Taehyung. He nods at her in a greeting as he stops in front of them, immediately squatting down to be at your level. He reaches out, brushing your hair out of your face. You look at him, eyes blank and unfocused as you take him in. Thank god, you’re not passed out, just closing your eyes for a few seconds for a short nap.

“Hi baby,” Taehyung coos, thumb brushing across your cheek. You smile sheepishly, a very soft and drunken smile. Your boyfriend has to stifle a laugh as you almost fall over as you sit up. He catches your shoulder with his warm palm, steadying you as he tries to catch your eyes with his own. “Wanna go home?”

You nod, not muttering a simple word other than a low hum as he helps you to your feet. You’re leaning against his chest, cuddling into the warmth of him as he talks to Em for a moment.

“Thanks for calling,” he tells her. 

Em nods with a grin and pats your shoulder as if to say goodbye. “Get her to bed,” she smirks, “she’ll have one hell of a hangover tomorrow.”

Taehyung chuckles and nods in agreement. He bids Em and your other friends goodbye before leaving the bar with you cuddled up against his chest. You’re stumbling alongside him, finding it rather difficult to stand on your own two feet.

“Baby,” Taehyung softly calls, “could you use your legs for a second? You’re way heavier when you’re not cooperating, you know?”

You mumble in response, nuzzling your body even closer to him. “I wuv y-you,” you hum, smiling with your eyes closed as you hug him tightly. The man holding you up can’t help but laugh at you, his heart swelling twice it’s size as you drunkenly confess how you feel for him. Even though he already knew that. Good thing it’s love confessions and not some other kind of confession that slips from your drunk mind.

Taehyung struggles to get you into the passenger seat but he manages. He helps you take a sip of the water bottle Em had gotten for you at the bar. Your head falls back against the headrest of the seat, eyes still closed and lips moving on in another round of mumbles and humming. Taehyung buckles you up before moving to his own seat behind the wheel. He glances at you as he ignites the car. You’re really a sight to see right now. Completely unfazed as you sit in a weird position in the passenger seat, your head lulling from side to side because you have absolutely no control over it at the moment.

“God, you’re drunk,” Taehyung sighs deeply, “let’s get you home.”

If Taehyung thought getting you in the passenger seat was hard, then he had another thing coming. Getting you out of the passenger, however, is a completely different ordeal and then getting you inside the apartment building and into the elevator was probably more exercise than Taehyung has ever done in one day. Ugh, he really hates going to the gym.

The front door is soon unlocked and you’re back home in the warmth of your shared apartment. After the elevator ride up, it’s almost as if you’ve sobered up again. You’re walking better, still holding onto Taehyung, but walking. You’re blabbering now, talking about how you and Em had tested who could drink the most shots in 30 seconds and who could chug a beer down the fastest. Taehyung listens with a small smile, shaking his head in amusement because this is so very much unlike you. But he’s happy you had fun with your friends.

“Oh, you should’ve seen the way I chugged down those shots,” you laugh, plopping down onto the couch as Taehyung kneels down to take off your shoes. “Em could not catch me at all!”

“I’m sure you were ace, baby,” Taehyung hums, grinning now because you’re way too cute when you’re drunk. He’s not even mad that you spoiled his gaming night because you’re too drunk to get home by yourself. This is a sight he would’ve hated to miss out on.

“My head hurts though,” you mumble, frowning. Taehyung matches your frown as he glances up at you while unclasping your heels from your feet.

Once your shoes are off, he gets back up. He cups your cheek, brushing a stray eyelash off it with the pad of his thumb. “Just gonna get a makeup wipe and some pills for your headache, okay? I’ll be right back. Don’t go anywhere.”

You nod, smiling up at him. He pecks your forehead quickly before heading for the bathroom. Taehyung glances back at you to see you sitting there silently, wiggling your bare feet and hugging a pillow to your chest. He chuckles as he enters the bathroom to retrieve painkillers and a makeup wipe to clean your face. A few minutes after rummaging through the cabinets and the drawers, he exits the bathroom and heads back to you. He stops in his tracks when he notices you’re gone from your spot. He skims the living room, not finding you anywhere. What he does find though is something he hasn’t seen since he was like eight years old. Right there by the dining table behind the couch, you’re currently putting up a blanket fort, a wide grin on your face.

“Baby,” Taehyung catches your attention right away, “whatcha’ doing?”

You smile, looking back at the project you’ve started. “What does it look like I’m doing? It’s a blanket fort!”

Taehyung steps closer, nodding. “I can see that.”

It doesn’t take long for you to finish setting it up before you’re grabbing pillows from the couch, throwing them inside the blanket fort. You’re way too good at this. Something tells Taehyung that you’ve made a lot of these as a child. You emerge from the fort to motion at him, beckoning him to join you. “Come on,” you insist.

Your boyfriend looks at you as if you’ve lost your mind, when really, you’re just tipsy as hell. “____, shouldn’t we just go to bed? I mean, this is-”

“Just get in the fucking blanket fort.” 

Taehyung’s eyes widen as you stare back at him with hard eyes. “Alright,” he puts his hands up in surrender, painkillers in one and a makeup wipe in the other, “I’m coming, I’m coming.”

The hard stare turns into a wide, content smile and Taehyung seriously thinks he’ll get a whiplash from how fast you can switch between facial expressions. You’re already inside the blanket fort when Taehyung stands in front of the opening to it. He squats down, looking inside. It did look insanely inviting and cozy in there. You pat the spot next to you on the blanket, still smiling. Taehyung sighs as he knows you won’t give up until he’s inside your blanket fort. You really don’t take no for an answer.

“You’re lucky you’re adorable,” Taehyung shakes his head before crawling inside the fort, plopping down beside you. You lay on your side facing him with a grin. “I haven’t been in a blanket fort since I was eight.”

You laugh, reaching for his hand, intertwining your fingers. “Then we must make blanket forts more often.”

[1eaf-me-alone]

Hi there! I hope you're not too overwhelmed with all the requests, but I really like how you do these matchups so I would like to request one^^

I'm okay with any gender, and would prefer the matchup to be romantic (if you can't find anyone platonic is good too!)

I'm afab and use any pronouns, buut I'm really insecure about my body. I think I'm INFP and 100% introverted lol. I don't have the best home life, like my whole family I also have anger issues. I can usually manage them, but I really don't like people who start fights. Sometimes I'm really excited, but I also have times where I genuinely cannot bring myself to even move, so I'd kinda like someone who could respect that I can't be brought out of that and that it will just go on its own.

I really appreciate indivituality and artistry of any kind and I have a really messy sense of humor (I'm talking 50 sound effects at once loud = funny amongus type of stuff). I've been trying to be more positive so I would prefer more of an optimist.

I love music and dancing though I'm not in any clubs anymore. I'm also pretty shy at first but I usually warm up pretty quickly. People tell me I look unapproachable but I promise I'm not glaring!! I'm kinda picky with food, I especially hate sauce and some soups (the texture makes me shiver lol). I love vintage harlequin dolls and I would really like to learn to sew or crochet when I have more time. I really love seeing different interpretations and analysis of books, shows etc. And oh my god I love old Barbie movies so much (Diamond castle being my favorite... the closet was always glass)

I hope this was good enough. Thank you so much, take your time and make sure not to overwork yourself<33

Your match is…. Ayaka

Ayaka:

Ayaka is so sweet with you, she’s kindhearted and polite- she isn’t a pessimist.

she will respect you when you need your space, and whenever you feel like talking again she will be there to comfort you

both of you were probably quite shy to start off, but you do end up starting to warm up to each other

you and Ayaka could dance together, maybe she’ll take you to a frozen lake, or under the sacred Sakura blossoms in the moonlight.

she isn’t one to start fights, and she’s good with personal space- you are so grateful for that.

she loves you dearly and if she doesn’t really get your sense of humour she might laugh anyway just to make you happy.

the two of you could learn to crochet together- sitting under the summer sun smiling as each other as you both sewing together.

The two of you could have movie nights together, and make up different interpretations. You could stay up until late at night with her just talking about different scenarios.

Ayaka might try help you through your anger issues, calming you down. If that doesn’t work then she’ll respect your space and leave you be for a little bit.

luckily to you Ayaka’s favourite food isn’t a sauce or a soup as it’s a chazuke (rice dish with fish) and if you don’t like it , the two of you could find something new together.

Ayaka loves spending time with you- she hasn’t had a partner in her life, or many close friends for the matter.

before kissing you she will ask, her kisses are soft , delicate and polite just like her.

Unlike a lot of people Ayaka didn’t see you as unapproachable, instead she was just happy to have someone that didn’t act differently towards her when they knew who she was.

when you get insecure about your body Ayaka might shower you with compliments or calm you down. Sometimes she’ll just sit with you whispering nice things about your body . It makes you feel a lot better.

Ayaka is a INFJ and very compatible with INFP’s

I wrote a few short scenes with you and Ayaka :)

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Both you and Ayaka sat under the shade of the summer sun. You had taken a straw basket full of colourful yard with you- there were bright pinks, minty greens, sky blues and more . Both of you wanted to learn how to crochet, and as you sat there, the two of you crocheting together Ayaka smiled. She seemed to be knitting a blue scarf and as you looked at it- the patterns beautifully made, Ayaka said “so do you like it” “it’s beautiful” you replied. “I made it for you.”

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Ayaka listened to you as you talked excitedly about the different interpretations you could come up with, she looked at you in your eyes whenever you talked and listened with great enthusiasm. She thought your theories were really interesting.

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“I’ll let you calm down now.” Ayaka closed the door quietly behind her as she let you be alone. You lied in bed curled up like a ball, your eyes were closed. You didn’t have energy to speak.

You opened your eyes You smelled the steam of your favourite food steaming in a pot downstairs. You smiled. You heard the sound of footsteps coming nearer to your room. A silent shuffle came from outside the door as Ayaka pushed a note into a door and walked away leaving you to your own space. You picked up the note

I made your favourite food downstairs, Take your time and when you’re ready you can eat with me. I’ll wait for you whenever you’re ready :)

-Ayaka

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I hope you enjoyed reading this anon :)

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