#when your relationship with your roommate is romantic but it isn't romantic either and it's a secret third thing
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beanghostprincess · 3 months ago
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There is no way Hirano isn't at least aroaspec because I swear every little thing he does sets my aroaspec radar off
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ugh-yoongi · 1 year ago
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Hi. Can I request a drabble with Jungkook where they’re in a secret relationship and they think their friends are not aware of it but they’re actually really bad at hiding it. Thank you!
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decided to combine these two. thank you both for the requests!
this one ran away from me but was really fun, so we're going to ignore the wordcount. hope you both enjoy! <3
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obviously
pairing: jungkook x f. reader genre: secret relationship au, roommate au; crack, fluff warnings: two idiots engaging in idiot behavior, swearing, yoongi is tortured by reader's use of emojis, drinking/alcohol, one reference to jungkook wearing women's underwear but it isn't a thing, unedited. rating: e for everyone wordcount: 3.7k
In retrospect, getting married at nineteen wasn’t your brightest idea.
Not your worst, either, because at least you’d chosen well.
There are undoubtedly far worse men to have as your ex-husband than Kim Namjoon, who had also gotten caught up in all those romantic cliches about young love; had also been inflicted with whatever illness made you believe getting married so young was smart and cool; had also woken up one day and thought what the fuck are we doing and asked if you wanted to call it quits.
You did.
And even though you loved Namjoon, over time it turned into that platonic life partner kind of love and not that all-encompassing, love of your life, eternal kind of love. So, Namjoon offered to pay for the divorce with his grad school stipend and took his name off the lease so you could find a new roommate and insisted on meeting up every other week for takeout and cheap alcohol because he had a whole thing about not wanting it to be weird.
Now, here you sit, years removed from the most affectionate and anticlimactic divorce of all time, and you wonder what could be more weird than your ex-husband making you a Tinder profile.
“I know what you like,” he insists, cheeks ruddy from the wine. Namjoon talks endlessly on a good day, but he’s nearly impenetrable when he’s got some merlot in him. “No one’s more qualified to do this than me.” You quirk an eyebrow at him. “Except you, of course,” he hurriedly adds.
“Have you ever stopped to think—”
Namjoon heaves an exaggerated groan, hand to his forehead as if he’s suffering a Victorian ailment. “You have no idea.”
You roll your eyes. “Have you ever stopped to think,” you repeat, “that there might be a reason I don’t have a Tinder? Or any dating profile, for that matter?”
“Yeah, you’re obviously still in love with me,” he jokes, laughing wildly at the absurdity of it; elbows you in the side as he wiggles his eyebrows. What could be weirder than your ex-husband treating you like one of his bros? “But alas, I’ve moved on, and so the time has come for you to also—”
“Either shut up or drink more,” you interject, filling his glass nearly to the brim. “You’re insufferable when you’re like this.”
Namjoon, seemingly out of arguments, simply hums in acknowledgment. Downs half the wine you’d just poured him, because out of the two options you’d presented him with, it’s the more realistic choice. Asks, “What’s your preferred age range?” before snorting another laugh and setting it from 18 to 50 for his own amusement.
“You know, I really don’t think this is a good idea.”
“Why not?” he retorts, and there’s no judgment there, just genuine curiosity. You know he’s just having a laugh, would delete it and never mention it again if you asked him to, but the thing is—
The front door opens, and there stands your roommate, arms full of bags from Daiso. “Hey, ba—”
Jungkook stops dead in his tracks when he sees your ex-husband. Coughs to cover the pet name that nearly tumbled out of his mouth and lifts his hand in a wave. Namjoon watches the way the weight of the bags causes the muscles in Jungkook’s forearm to flex and shoots you a look. Maybe he does know what you like, after all.
“Hi, Namjoon-hyung,” Jungkook says, polite but still awkward, even after all these years. Can’t seem to shake it, no matter how hard he tries. “What are you two up to?”
Namjoon is none the wiser, used to the hushed awe Jungkook always adopts when he addresses him. Polite and endlessly kind because his mother raised him to never be anything less, but only ever jittery around Namjoon. Doesn’t act like this around any of your other friends; takes Seokjin’s teasing in stride and dishes it right back, but never Namjoon. Would probably rather die.
So Namjoon just waves back, says, “Hi, Jungkook-ah,” before he returns his attention to his phone. Doesn’t look up when you abandon him on the couch to help unpack the bags. Says, “I’m signing her up for Tinder so she can finally get laid,” and also doesn’t look up when Jungkook chokes on an inhale and one of the bags splits in half.
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Before he moved in with you, Jungkook lived with Hoseok.
It’d gone great, all things considered. Jungkook couldn’t have asked for a better first roommate, fresh out of high school and his family home and hundreds of kilometers from the salty air of Busan. He’d nearly been sick with anxiety, all green around the edges, and Hoseok had pulled him into a hug and calmed his fraying nerves. Helped him with his homework and taught him how to cook and pecked at his heels like a mother hen when his room got too messy.
Just like he’s doing now.
“Hyung,” Jungkook says, not at all able to hide the surprise in his voice when he pulls open the door and finds Hoseok on the other side. “What are you doing here?”
Hoseok tuts. “I told you I was coming by this weekend to clean. I haven’t been here in weeks—”
“I know how to clean,” Jungkook argues, face growing warm from misplaced embarrassment, that Hoseok still thinks he’s a dumb kid who doesn’t know any better. “I said you didn’t have to come.”
His hyung’s face softens. “I know you know how to clean, Jungkookie, I’m just… I still feel responsible for you. You’re the first child I raised and released into the world.”
Jungkook sighs. Knows this is a losing argument. Opens the door wide enough to accommodate Hoseok and his bags of cleaning supplies, and doesn’t say a word as he follows Hoseok around the apartment even though he wants to say, I told you so. The entire place is spotless. There’s nothing to clean. No dust on the floor. Sparkling kitchen countertops. Laundry freshly-washed and hung on the drying rack by the window, warm in the midday sun. No toothpaste in the bathroom sink; no hard water stains on the shower glass.
All that’s left is Jungkook’s bedroom. That, too, is spotless, and Hoseok has never had a poker face and certainly can’t muster one now. “Why is it so clean in here?” he asks, taking in the bare floor, void of dirty clothes and whatever hobby equipment Jungkook had taken up that week; the pristinely-made bed with its hospital corners and fluffed pillows; the end tables that are suspiciously void of dust.
“Because I know how to clean,” Jungkook tartly replies, rolling his eyes. “I told you, there’s—”
“Are you even living in here?” Hoseok continues, either oblivious to or pointedly ignoring the way Jungkook starts to panic. “Because it doesn’t smell weird, either, and we all know that wasn’t the case before.”
“I have an air freshener.”
“Uh-huh.”
Hoseok continues his search. Actually praises Jungkook on the way he’d organized his clothes, the fact that everything in his drawers is folded and not shoved in haphazardly, that the few nice pieces he owns are hung in the closet. Kneels on the floor to check under the bed: empty, except for the XBox controller Taehyung had left behind the last time he came over to binge Valorant.
And Jungkook should’ve known—should’ve anticipated this—because it’s his Hobi-hyung and if there’s anything his Hobi-hyung is neurotic about it’s cleanliness and he’s got eyes like a hawk, makes him deadly efficient at spotting dust, so it’s really no surprise when he lets out a shrill a-ha! and pops out from under the bed with a pair of lacy underwear pinched between his fingers, but Jungkook should’ve anticipated it, anyway.
“And what do we have here?”
What Hoseok has here is Jungkook’s favorite pair of your underwear, but he can’t say that, so he just feels the way his face flushes with embarrassment again and wonders if he’d get out of the impending interrogation if he starts crying. “Um. Nothing?”
“Sure doesn’t look like nothing,” Hoseok continues, voice animated and lilting, the teasing smile evident even though Jungkook can’t bring himself to look. “Can’t believe my little Jungkookie is all grown up.”
Jungkook doesn’t feel grown up, he feels mortified. Feels like he wants to sink right through the floor, like he wants to disappear for three to five business years. Feels like an idiot for being so insistent on all this secrecy, because now he can’t tell Hoseok that the lacy underwear he’s inspecting belongs to you and that the two of you have been together for a while, that it’s great, Jungkook thinks this might be It, and all he can do is blurt out the first thing he can think of, which is—
“It’s mine.” Hoseok’s head turns so fast his neck creaks. “I’m, uh. Experimenting.”
Hoseok shrieks. Jungkook shrieks. “What the fuck,” Hoseok shrieks again as he drops the underwear to the floor and kicks it under the bed. “Why wouldn’t you just say that—”
“That’s what you get for going through my stuff!”
Hoseok doesn’t come over to clean again.
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On the weeks you don’t see Namjoon, you spend your Fridays having game night at Jimin’s.
It’s always a raucous affair—wouldn’t be possible any other way with the friend group you’ve got, now seamlessly blended with Jungkook’s—and it’s always your responsibility to supply the snacks. You pop into the store after work, leave with your arms full of junk like you looted the place, and the man in front of you in line takes so long you miss the bus and have to wait for the next.
Which leaves you very little time to get ready, so you rush through a shower to rinse off the work grime and grab the first pair of leggings and sweatshirt you see, slip your feet into slides that may or may not be yours, and run down the hall to Jimin’s.
Laughter can be heard from just outside the door—Hobi’s and Jin’s louder than everyone—and it makes you smile. Warmth blooms in your chest, all affection, and it has you feeling terribly fond of this group you’ve cobbled together. Has you smiling wider as you punch in Jimin’s door code and let yourself inside. Has you dropping off the snacks in the kitchen and wanting to hug the first person you find, except one Park Jimin has other plans.
“Why are you wearing Jungkookie’s hoodie?” he says in lieu of a greeting.
You look down. Certainly is Jungkook’s hoodie, mixed in with the clean laundry you hadn’t gotten around to putting away yet, and you’re sure there’s no hiding the way your jaw drops a little. The man in question is across the room, stuck in a conversation about fuck knows what with Taehyung, and he sends you a panicked look that can only be an instruction to lie your ass off. So you huff, say, “What d’you mean? This is mine,” and paint on the most annoyed expression you can conjure.
“It absolutely is not yours,” Jimin retorts.
This time you look annoyed for real. “Ugh, who cares? Since when did you become an expert on our personal belongings?”
When you first met Jimin, you’d been tricked into thinking he was a sweet, innocent angel; the kind of person who would do anything for his loved ones, including not interrogating them over whose clothes they wear. Quickly, you learned this was not the case. Jimin is lovely and kind, but he’s also perceptive as hell and shameless, so he smirks knowingly and answers with, “Since I bought them.”
Which… makes sense, you can admit. You vaguely recall Jungkook’s last birthday and the way he’d gasped and insisted on Jimin returning the hoodie he’d gifted him because it was too expensive and the way Jimin had laughed and waved him off, because Jungkook has always been his favorite and he’s never attempted to hide it. The hoodie you’re wearing now could, theoretically, be that exact gift. It’s definitely soft enough to be made from something expensive.
“Oh,” you reply, changing gears entirely. “Well, you know how it is. Sometimes laundry gets mixed up. I’m sure you and Taehyung have worn each other’s clothes by accident, too.”
Jimin doesn’t buy it, you can tell, but he thankfully drops the issue. Watches you and Jungkook like a hawk for the rest of the night, just waiting to capitalize on any other slip-ups, but you purposely fall into a conversation with Yoongi that’s too boring for any normal human to follow along with, and Jungkook calls dibs on Mario Kart until someone can beat him, so there are no slip-ups to catch.
However, if the one constant of your friend group is that Jungkook is Jimin’s favorite regardless of Taehyung’s pouting, the second is that Jung Hoseok cannot hold his liquor.
He’s four mixed drinks deep, skin flushed and eyes half-lidded with sleep, when he stands on top of Taehyung and Jimin’s coffee table and shouts, for everyone to hear, “Hey, did you guys know Jungkookie started wearing women’s underwear?”
For once, this comes as a complete shock to you, too.
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The thing about being in love, Jungkook finds, is that it’s nearly impossible to shut up about it.
He’s trying to be cool. He’s trying to be normal. He feigns delight and care when his coworkers talk about their partners, pretends he’s paying attention and not just waiting for his turn to talk about you. He prints pictures of the two of you off his phone and frames them and displays them at his desk, and all someone has to say is, “That’s a cute picture, Jungkook-ssi—” before all his affection for you erupts out of him like a volcano.
So far he’s been careful. His coworkers are sick of hearing about you, but they’re an outlet for everyone he can’t talk about you with. Like his friends, because he’d decided early on it was better to keep everything a secret for a little bit because he didn’t want things to be weird (and because he’s low-key terrified of Namjoon, because he’s gentle and clumsy but he’s still big) and now he’s regretting it but it feels like it’s gone on too long and he’s in too deep.
Really, it’s no surprise he slips up. Has probably been overdue for one like this for a while.
They’re at the arcade. Taehyung has sunk the last of his disposable income for the week into a claw machine stocked with LINE characters. Wants to win a Sally plushie for Jimin because he says they look alike. It’s cute, the bond they have, platonic soulmates the way you and Namjoon are, and Jungkook is starry-eyed and love-drunk when he heaves a wistful sigh and thinks out loud, “I should win something for her, too.”
The words catch Taehyung so off-guard his hand slips and presses the button to lower the claw. “Press it again,” Jungkook says. “If you double-press the button, it makes the claw stronger. You’ll get it.”
Taehyung is wary, still dazed from Jungkook’s slip-up, but he presses the button again anyway. The claw tightens around Sally’s head and drags her up and out of the pile, drops her into the chute and to Taehyung’s waiting hand. “Oh shit! Jungkookie, you’re a genius. Jimin’s gonna love this.”
“Yeah, sure. Didn’t know you didn’t know that trick or I would’ve told you sooner.”
His hyung nods absentmindedly, distracted with the selfie he’s sending to Jimin with Sally obscuring half his face. “Are you gonna try now?”
Jungkook swallows. “Huh?”
“You said you were gonna win something for someone.”
“No I didn’t,” he lies.
Taehyung’s face drops. Gets all serious when he shoves his phone in his back pocket. “Yes you did. Right before I won this,” he says, large hands wrapped around Sally’s poor neck, clearly strangling her. “You said I should win something for her, too. Who’s ‘her’? Are you seeing someone?”
“I said him, hyung,” he lies again. Is thankful for the garish arcade lights and the way they hide the blush creeping up his neck. “I meant Jimin-hyung.”
“You did not,” Taehyung insists. “You said her, and now you’re trying to gaslight me—”
Jungkook rolls his eyes. Feigns exasperation. Swipes his game card and stares his hyung right in the eye as he drops the claw and double-taps, somehow picking up two plushies. Tosses Brown to Taehyung and says, “Tell Jimin his favorite dongsaeng won him that one.”
Tucks Cony safely in his pocket to give to you later, thankful the universe came through for him for once.
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You (10:42pm): babe
You (10:42pm): what time do you think you’ll be home?
You (10:43pm): 🍆🍆🍆
Yoongi (11:06pm): What the fuck
You (11:08pm): oh fuck
You (11:08pm): that was NOT meant for you
Yoongi (11:14pm): Fucking obviously
Yoongi (11:14pm): Please do not ever accidentally sext me again
You (11:15pm): gross yoongi
You (11:15pm): that wasn’t a sext
You (11:15pm): i need it for the bokkeum i’m making
Yoongi (11:17pm): At midnight? Fuck off
Yoongi (11:17pm): Trade proposal
Yoongi (11:17pm): You never accidentally sext me again and I won’t tell the rest of our friends you’re secretly dating your roommate
You (11:29pm): it’s not even midnight 🙄
You (11:29pm): but that sounds good to me, thanks!
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Hoseok had taught Jungkook how to cook, but not how to bake.
They’d attempted it, once, not long after Jungkook moved to Seoul and was homesick and missing his mom’s yaksik something terrible. Just wanted something that tasted like home, something comforting, and Hoseok had felt so bad for him that he said fuck it, let’s try, what’s the worst that could happen, and the two of them learned very quickly that nearly burning down their kitchen and the rest of their building was, in fact, the worst thing that could happen.
They never tried baking a damn thing after that, individually or together.
Still, there’s a special occasion coming up, so Jungkook asks the only person he trusts to help him.
“You need a cake,” Seokjin intones, swallowing his smile when Jungkook nods and his mop of curls bobbles along. Takes out a notepad to jot down ideas. “What’s the occasion?”
“Um. Just an… occasion.”
Seokjin blinks owlishly. “You just need a cake for an occasion? Do you wanna try again and actually be helpful this time?”
“What does it matter if I’m paying you, hyung?” Jungkook whines. “Aren’t cakes all the same?”
“Not if you want me to decorate it—”
“I don’t.”
“—because what am I supposed to write on it? Happy occasion, person whose name Jungkookie won’t tell me! Do you see how that might not work out for either of us?”
“Again, what does it matter—”
Seokjin looks up from his notepad, brows furrowed. “Are you ordering this for the president? What’s with all the secrecy?”
Jungkook huffs, puts on his Very Serious Face. “I can just take my business elsewhere if you’re going to interrogate me, hyung,” he says, to which Seokjin rolls his eyes, used to Jungkook’s dramatics.
“Be my guest,” he calls his bluff, gesturing to the front door of the bakery. “No one else is going to give you as good a discount as me, though.”
“I bet Junghwan-ssi would,” Jungkook grumbles, low but loud enough for Seokjin to hear, because there isn’t much else Jungkook can say that’d get under his hyung’s skin as much as the mention of his arch nemesis. “I bet I could walk into his bakery right now and explain the whole situation to him and he’d practically give it to me for free, just so it meant you didn’t get my business.”
And it works. Seokjin’s eyes narrow, chest starts heaving. “You wouldn’t,” he accuses, and Jungkook just shrugs, nonplussed, daring Seokjin to find out.
What follows can only be described as a tense standoff: Seokjin behind the counter of his bakery, looking hilariously underdressed for this stalemate in his pink apron, armed only with a pen; Jungkook, looking smug and pleased on the other side, not even knowing what Junghwan’s bakery is called, let alone where it is. The bell above the door chimes and neither breaks eye contact to look, and it’d probably go on like this forever, knowing the two of them, except the person behind Jungkook clears their throat, asks, “Excuse me, are you in line…?” and Seokjin is forced to concede if he wants to stay in business.
The person orders a cake for their daughter’s birthday. Answers each of Seokjin’s questions with certainty and preparedness, and Jungkook doesn’t miss the looks Seokjin shoots at him. See how easy it is to answer simple questions? they say. Why can’t you be like this?
Jungkook can’t be like that because the cake is for your birthday. Which Seokjin knows, because he has all of his friends’ birthdays saved to his phone calendar, but he’s never gone out of his way to get you a cake before so Seokjin will absolutely know something’s up. And as he waits for the person to be done ordering, his heart aches a little, because he wants to tell Seokjin to make you the nicest cake he can. Wants him to pull out all the stops, because it’s your birthday and you deserve it, and he could say all those things if he hadn’t insisted on this stupid secrecy.
Guilt consumes him so entirely he doesn’t notice the person leaving. Doesn’t hear the chime of the bell above the door. Is halfway to spilling the entire story to Seokjin, gets as far as hyung, there’s something I— before Seokjin holds up a hand to stop him.
“What kind of cake would you like, Jungkookie?”
Jungkook deflates. Takes all those transgressions he was about to confess to and shoves them back inside his chest, locks them away. “Whatever you think is best, hyung. Just no nuts.”
And Seokjin smirks knowingly, because there’s only one person he knows with a nut allergy.
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clown-friend-gt · 9 months ago
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Weighted Blanket
Edit: Changed the title of this post to make it fit in more with other bits of this story that I've posted
This is a story I've been working on for a while, but isn't substantial enough for me to want to post it yet. What I have right now is a half-finished lore doc and some scenes I've written with some of the main characters.
Both of the characters in this are students in a superhero training program. They're roommates in the co-ed housing that the program provides. Addie has the ability to fly, but has the tendency to lose control of her powers while she sleeps. Trevor's "ability" is that he is constantly growing, albeit at a slow rate.
This story takes place a ways into their time in the program, where they've already become friends. This is the beginning of what turns into a romantic relationship between the two.
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Addie woke up with her face pressing against the ceiling again. She groggily placed her hands on either side of her face and tried to push herself away, only to slowly drift back upwards. Before her face could become compressed again, she gained the awareness to stop flying. She let that familiar feeling of weightlessness leave her and fell the short distance back to her mattress with a sigh.
She’d been there more than a year and she was still waking up like this. Granted, it was happening less often as she got a better handle on her powers. Still, she would occasionally have nights like these where she’d start floating in her sleep and it wouldn’t stop until the morning. She could either take her chances with the fitful sleep she’d get like this or find something to occupy her time until the morning. Or…
She opened the door to the fence that surrounded her bunk. It was supposed to keep her from floating over the side of the bed, but with no ladder down, it almost looked like some kind of cage. Of course, she had no real need for a ladder anyway. She began to hover ever so slightly as she hung over the side of the bed to look at the bunk below hers.
Sprawled across the largest mattress she’d ever seen was her roommate, Trevor. At around 25 feet tall, he was even bigger than when they’d first met. It was hard to believe someone his size could still be growing. Then again, this place existed because of people like them, people who were beyond belief.
He looked so peaceful like this. His face, often creased with worry when he was awake, looked so relaxed now. She felt a little bad about waking him up. But she figured he was her only hope of getting a decent night’s sleep now.
“Hey. Trevor,” She whispered, with no response.
“Psst. Trevor. Trev. Trevor!” He scrunched his brow a little as she raised her volume slightly but stayed asleep.
“Trevor~” she sang out. He continued to stir.
“Trevor. C’mon, I need your help.” Eventually, as she continued to prod, he started to wake up.
“Huh? What is it,” he murmured, his eyes still closed.
“I need you to hold me,” she stated simply.
“What?” That woke him up. He opened his eyes to look at her critically as she cringed slightly at her own phrasing.
“I mean I need you to hold me down so I don’t fly off in my sleep.”
“Oh.” He sat up and rubbed his eyes. “Why?”
“I keep mushing my face against the ceiling and it wakes me up.” She pressed her hands against her cheeks to mime it for him. He chuckled at that.
Trevor took a sec to take in the sight before him. Somehow, Addie was hanging off of the side of her bed. As they talked, she began to dip lower and lower. It took him a little longer than he’d care to admit that she wasn’t clinging to the bed with her feet like a bat but hovering in place upside-down.
“How are you doing that without all of your blood rushing to your head? That can’t be comfortable.”
“Um,” she giggled, kicking her feet above her playfully. “It’s not.”
“Uh huh.” He laid back down and stretched his arms upwards, as if to grasp at her bed. “How were you expecting this to work? I don’t think I can sleep like this.”
Addie pushed herself away from the bunk beds. “Well,” she said, executing a few awkward mid-air acrobatics to try and right herself, “Obviously I have to get closer.”
“Closer?” He scootched over in his bunk, as if to make room. “I guess I could–”
“Not like that.” She made swimming motions to make her way over to him. It wasn’t strictly necessary, but she was having fun, damnit.
She positioned herself above him, flipped herself so she’d be on her back, and let herself drop, landing on his chest.
“O-oh.” Trevor said, feeling himself begin to blush. “I mean, if you’re comfortable like that?”
“Mm-hm,” she answered. “Now–hand.”
“What”
“Put your hand over me, like a blanket.”
“Okay.” He breathed out. Hesitantly, he placed his hand as gently as possible over her midsection.
“Yeah.” He felt her nod against him. “I think that’ll work.”
They sat like that for a bit. Trevor stared at the empty bunk above him, his free hand laying rigidly at his side. He had picked her up before, before he knew she could fly, but this was different. It felt almost…intimate. He hoped she wasn’t uncomfortable.
He wondered if his hand was too heavy. At least he couldn’t cover her whole body with his hand. He already felt out of place and unnatural around other people; that might freak him out a little too much. Still, this silence felt a little too awkward for him.
He cleared his throat. “So, is this better than being mushed against the ceiling?”
“Mm-hm,” she murmured sleepily.
“My hand isn’t crushing you, right?” He could feel her chuckling at that.
“No. It’s a comfortable weight, not a crushing weight.” She tilted her head up to try and look at him. She noticed him tense soon after she laid against his chest, but she didn’t know if he was uncomfortable, or nervous, or both.
“Is this okay for you?” She asked him.
“No it’s fine. It’s actually kind of nice.” He added that last part quietly, hoping she didn’t catch it. But with her laying up against him, she could both hear and feel everything he said, the vibration of his voice gently rumbling against her back. In the dark, Addie’s own face began to heat up.
Addie felt him slowly begin to relax after that. His chest raised and lowered slowly with his breathing. She felt like a small ship being rocked by the gentle waves of the ocean. His body was warm, but not uncomfortably so. Gently pinned between his hand and his chest, she fell asleep pretty quickly like that.
Meanwhile, Trevor was blown away by the surreal experience. There was an entire person lying on top of him, and yet here he was, cradling her like a stuffed animal. He could feel the tiny puffs of air as she breathed in and out. He smiled softly, his eyes beginning to drift closed again.
For the first time in a long time, he didn’t feel like a monster. He never could’ve imagined getting to hold another person like this before. She was so small to him, and yet she trusted him to be this gentle with her.
Addie was something else. From day one, she had trusted him to be this careful, even when he didn’t trust himself. She helped him realize that his strength was not just a burden. How could he ever thank her enough for that?
He was startled out of his thoughts when he felt the weight on his chest begin to lift. He looked down, but Addie laid in place. This must be what it felt like when she began to float in her sleep. Shyly, he laid his other hand across her, to keep her secure. Then, he let his eyes shut fully and drifted off into a comfortable sleep.
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Let me know what you think! I have a couple more scenes from this story written out if people want to see those as well.
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yanderes-galore · 2 years ago
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I was wondering if you could make a
male! Wednesday Addams x demon power! reader
Or male! Wednesday Addams x shy! Reader
Sure! The Netflix show is so good. Let me try my hand at a genderbent Wednesday for you :) Aged up as usual, this is also a genderbend for all characters. Which means Enid is a boy too.
Yandere! Male! Wednesday Addams with Shy! Darling
Pairing: Romantic
Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Stalking, Threats, Possessive behavior, Mentions of wanting to kidnap, Jealousy, Dubious on if relationship was forced or not, Manipulation.
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Wednesday would probably be a yandere who takes a long time to obsess over you.
He just isn't into romantic relationships.
Also, your shy nature keeps you out of the way.
Which, let's be honest, is for the best.
Wednesday when he does find someone he likes can be rather morbid.
Others around you certainly aren't safe, either.
Due to your persona and being rather average... Enid would probably have to introduce you.
Thing also sets Wednesdsy up for events frequently (dates, parties, dances, etc.), so they'd help too.
Truthfully, Enid and Thing start this whole thing off.
You would've been fine if they didn't.
It starts with you being friends with Enid, Wednesday's werewolf roommate.
He's naturally outgoing compared to Wednesday, whom you probably meet by accident.
Enid takes you to their dorm to hang out or get you something... not knowing Wednesday was there.
"Oh hey, Roomie!"
He chirps, greeting the gothic man who's typing up another novel.
"... did you really bring someone with you?"
"Only for a bit. Me and (Y/N) will be out soon."
"Make it quick."
Your interactions with Wednesday are brief.
You do catch his brooding black eyes looking at you sometimes... yet you never think anything of it.
Turns out Wednesday thinks more about you than you think, catching chat about you from Enid.
You don't know it but Wednesday has some strange out of place fascination about you.
You don't want any attention from others, Enid's descriptions of you are sickeningly sweet, and you honestly don't get on his nerves.
When Enid catches Wednesday not regarding you with distaste, he jumps on it.
Oh the gossip he does with Thing.
"Wednesday really needs someone to talk to. Plus, think about it, they'd have the cutest dynamic!"
Which leads to Enid and Thing setting Wednesday up with you, against his will and completely to your surprise.
Your chats are very quick and brief.
You also seem intimidated by Wednesday's demeanor.
Every word from his mouth is disturbing in nature.
The more Wednesday is set up with you, the more the curiosity he has for you grows.
He'd never admit it to Enid and would break Thing's fingers before they knew about it, but your company didn't feel like fire on his skin.
In fact, he felt heated more in the face than anything.
Wednesday would be very quiet in his obsession.
Not only does he appear out of nowhere, but Wednesday is good at stealth.
He could be watching you all the time and you'd never know unless someone told you.
Wednesday also never shows jealousy, or any emotion if we're being honest.
He's blunt in his talks, confessions, and threats.
Wednesday doesn't mind being brutal if he did consider anyone a threat to you.
Someone's bullying you due to your shy nature, perhaps?
They'll encounter a nasty surprise later, courtesy of Wednesday.
He never admits to liking you to anyone.
Enid and Thing can tell because they know him.
Thing also keeps trying to send messages to you that Wednesday thinks of you fondly.
Things such as invitations, letters, all sorts of things.
All much to Wednesday's displeasure....
It's hard to keep this whole thing secret is those two keep forcing it.
Wednesday would wait forever to actually say how he feels about you.
He mostly spends his time watching you, writing about you, and threatening those who wish to date you.
Oh he's wicked when someone admits they like you.
His eyes glare daggers into them and he swears he'll do something worse than the piranha incident.
Wednesday is never going to be a yandere very upfront with his emotions.
When he does decide he should finally ask you to be his, it's blunt.
He says it more like a statement.
He'd also probably compare you to something dark, like how you remind him of a solitary raven or delicate black rose.
It's his best attempts at being affectionate.
Enid is almost squealing when he finds out Wednesday is "dating" you.
Wednesday isn't entirely sure if he wants to call it that.
Wednesday is not really an affectionate guy with his darling.
In terms of kissing, at least.
You'll feel him pull you closer with an arm around you.
That or hold your hand tightly.
Even then it's usually when others look at you, like a possessive thing.
Everyone around you can tell it would be a death wish if they came near you two.
You're like a caged raven with Wednesday.
Similar to a raven, he thinks you're magnificent and possess a beauty he admires.
Yet also like a bird... you're easily able to be caged.
Wednesday doesn't mind the idea of that.
The idea of keeping his favorite raven in a gilded cage makes him strangely... happy.
Kidnapping seems like such a dark and romantic idea to him when it comes to you.
He most likely won't... but the idea tempts him often.
Wednesday refuses to let anyone else stroke your feathers, or give you any sort of attention.
From the day he said you were his, you're his.
He observes you and holds you like his precious bird...
Caged to admire by him and him alone, listening to his commands like a reclusive pet.
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papercranesandpride · 4 months ago
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I saw this post and it reminded me of something I've been meaning to post about for a while.
I want kids. I've always wanted kids. But I'm aromantic. And that's a problem. Sure, for some other aro people, raising kids alone can be an option. But aside from the financial impracticality, I'm also disabled enough that it isn't feasible for me. I can take care of myself, but not myself and someone else. I'd need to raise a child with someone. Most people are alloromantic. Most people would not want to have and raise a child with someone who isn't a romantic partner. Yes, ideally I'd find another aro and we could raise a child together... but what are the odds of that? More importantly, what are the odds of that when I'm not at all interested in a QPR? What are the odds when I'm aplatonic? Really, what I want is someone who I could work with to raise another human being, but wouldn't have to have any relationship to them aside from that. A coworker in the job of raising a child. A roommate that I have a kid with. Especially given I do not live in a major city, but a random farm town, how easy do you think it is to find someone to raise a child with who won't want a relationship that oversteps my boundaries?
I can hope. Maybe my parents will die in a car crash tomorrow and I'll inherit enough money to not have to work until the kid is in school. Maybe a friend or family member will wind up a single parent, and they'll need help, and I can step in. Maybe. Something like that could happen. But what's a lot more likely is either that I don't end up having kids at all, or that I have to concede my own comfort and boundaries in order to do so.
It's a human right to control your own reproduction and whether or not you choose to have children, but what does that really mean as long as we live in a society where raising a child as a single person is hard as hell? Do aromantics really have reproductive autonomy? Or do we only have it if we don't want kids (and depending on our reproductive systems, not necessarily even then)?
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box-architecture · 5 months ago
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Hi, I just came across your au where Sam and Dream are like demons and Punz is an angel and they end up together and I was wondering if you have like some more lore for it? I liked the idea so like if you have more ideas I'd love to hear it. Especially if there's anything about Dream's and Sam's relationship before Sam got therapy?
Hi friend! :o) sorry this took so long to answer. I do not have a good excuse. I kept staring at my inbox and saying Yes I Will Answer This And Be Very Productive. And then I did not. Fuck.
While I don't have anything in my pile of notes for it from back when I wrote it, I do think Dream and Sam were more friends than dating each other before Sam went a bit off the deep end and put Dream in a cage. Sam has a huge jealousy kink, but before therapy he didn't think of it as a kink, was kind of ashamed of being turned on by his friend being fucked by other people (and then Sam fucking him and showing off how much better he was.) He tried very hard to adjust it to his more black and white worldview and his need to be righteous and just. Other men were touching Dream, being touched by him, when Sam could take far better care of him.
And it was Dream's job, of course, so it wasn't his fault that other people wanted him. Especially when his friend was just so! So-!!!! (Pretty wonderful perfect made to be held made to be loved.)
So obviously the solution is to lock him away and make him Only for a Sam.
On Dreams end, he enjoyed teasing Sam about how possessive he got when Dream came home with bite marks or with the faint scent marks of one of his clients. It was a bit funny to him, but if Sam wanted to fuck him until he forgot anyone else, it felt good to have that kind of intimacy with someone he really enjoyed being with- not even just sexually, but as a close friend. As someone who cared about him.
So he went out to his job, had fun with his friends, came home to his roommate/friend/big teddy bear who hoarded the covers and always managed to get peanut butter on his nose.
Dream didn't really have a residence up until this point, notably. He never saw the need for one. Didn't do a lot of sleeping either, because Sleep Is For People Who Can't Stay Awake, You See. When Sam got worried and coaxed Dream into maybe having a sleepover, Dream slept for a week, only waking up every once and a while because he was hungry. Since inccubi/succubi feed off of affection, whether platonic, romantic, or sexual, Dream's solution to needing to feed was to crawl into Sam's lap and cling onto him like a backpack until he was sated. Sam was, of course, very normal about his dearest friend relying on him to be safe and taken care of and loved.
Sam was earnest about Dream being So Good at his job and taking care of people, so it was kind of abrupt to be locked inside a gilded cage with his normally very silly Sam guarding the entrance.
I honestly haven't thought much about the Abuse and Bad Things That Happened, and I remember very distinctly thinking about how I didn't really want to think all that much about it, because we already have so much canon stuff to work with, and I am a very tired clown who just wants 30000 increasingly outlandish AUs where Sam and Dream kiss.
If I needed to have an idea, it'd be a thing where Dream, locked away as he was, wasn't able to feed from anyone that wasn't Sam, and Sam, in his weird, distressed mindset, wasn't always the best food. Pure Affection, untainted by negative emotions, is usually whats most filling and what tastes best.
(Self-love isn't sustainable long term, but its considered a good backup reserve when you're starving and in need. Dream... never really had all that much self-love in the first place. Confidence, assurance, but never love. Being locked away and hungry is not the best time to be having this realization.)
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When you fall asleep in their room
For characters: Jeremie Belpois, Odd Della Robbia, Ulrich Stern, William Dunbar
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Fighting X.A.N.A. was a job that should come with more coffee, you think as you sway through the halls of the Kadic dormitory.
Classes were over for the day, and so were your detention duties at the library and the garden shed.
The library duty was actually Aelita's, but before Jim could brand her with detention, you had swooped in to take the blame. It had become an unspoken rule amongst the others that Aelita -- baby angel -- shouldn't go through any more than she was already going through, so if she was in trouble for something, they would do anything for her.
Come to think of it, that's how we began, anyway... you think sleepily, rubbing your eyes as you find the room you're looking for. There is never any need to knock -- you just open the door and make a beeline for whatever free space is available.
A voice calls your name just as you plop headfirst onto the mattress.
"I'm crashing here." you announce before making yourself more comfortable and snuggling against the pillow.
You hear a chuckle and a reply.
Jeremie:
"You're as bad as Odd these days."
You're already asleep by then, so Jeremie just smiles to himself and gets back to his work on the antivirus.
However, he cannnot get work done.
Your relationship is fairly new, but the two of you have actually been friends throughout Kadic, but these naps mean something else to him now that you're both romantic partners.
It's not the first time you've crashed in his room unannounced, but that's the thing -- he likes it! He loves that you feel like it's a safe place for you to let your guard down.
You actually sleeping in his room also encourages him to work harder so that he can wow you with his techie prowess by making more progress on something that would help them fight X.A.N.A.
After a few minutes, though, he locks his bedroom door and crawls into bed beside you.
His sleep schedule is whack now, but because of that, he knows when Jim would come on rounds -- in fact, he can tell from five rooms away -- so he wants to nap with you for a while.
Sometimes he just lays with you for a while, listening to your breathing sounds (it calms him) before getting back to work.
Sometimes, he kisses your forehead and naps with you, with your foreheads touching as you lay side by side.
Odd:
"Hold on, sweetie, I'll join you too."
Ulrich: "Again?!"
Odd, and you at the same time: "Piss off, Ulrich."
Ulrich shrugs and either a) goes somewhere else or b) plugs in his earphones and chills there itself.
Odd loves cuddles!
He settles Kiwi down (or has him join too, if you're a dog person) and joins you on the bed.
You hum and nuzzle into the crook of his neck with your arms around his waist.
Odd actually cried out of joy the first time you did this. Ulrich has pictures.
Now he smiles and hugs your waist back, resting his chin on his head and closing his eyes.
Both you and Odd fall asleep within minutes.
If either of you gets warm or your limb falls asleep, you automatically switch positions in your sleep.
Odd can do anything in his sleep. One time, he dog-walked Kiwi while asleep and the gang had no idea what to do with him until Yumi came to the rescue (Hiroki probably had sleepwalking episodes).
Both of you wake up to a) Jeremie alerting them all about X.A.N.A., b) Jim coming on rounds, c) Kiwi jumping on Odd, or d) Ulrich drawing on one of your -- or both -- faces.
Ulrich:
"At this rate, you're practically my roommate, babe."
He crawls into bed with you, with a couple kisses on your face (this is when Odd isn't around or when Odd is napping too). "But I don't mind."
When Odd's there, he's just less cheesy and just climbes onto bed.
Ulrich is either sitting next to you or lying down next to you. He may not feel sleepy when you do sometimes, but he wants to be next to you when you're napping in his room.
Sometimes he finds your hand and plays with your fingers.
Odd: "You've got a real finger thing, Ulrich."
Ulrich: "Shut the hell up, Odd, and if you wake (y/n) up, I will bring hell to you."
When he naps with you, he prefers to be the big spoon and you the little spoon. I feel like Ulrich doesn't necessarily like the feeling of someone breathing on him.
Sometimes he hums to you (Odd can be present for this, he doesn't care).
Sometimes he whispers how much he loves you and how happy and lucky he is to have you (this happens when Odd can't hear him be cheesy).
William:
"Oh, babydoll..."
William loves you coming over like this.
He does not care if he has homework, a call with his parents, or even a goddamn exam -- he will join you.
Unless there's a X.A.N.A. attack, ofc.
He snuggles up next to you and strokes your hair as you slowly fall asleep.
He does not move away from you one bit.
Sometimes he reads poetry or classics to you and you hum back and sleep.
Then William slowly moves your head to his chest (if you didn't already do this when he came to cuddle, that is) and keeps running a finger or two in your hair.
If you're somewhat awake enough, you move up to his face for kisses and he happily obliges.
"I love you,"
"Mm, love you too, baby."
Sometimes, William just stares at the ceiling, his mind wandering as he strokes your hair and cuddles you in your sleep. Sometimes, he joins you.
Jim knows about this because he has caught the two of you on multiple occassions in the same month.
After the fourth time, though, he just gave up and let you two be.
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heart2beom · 2 years ago
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˗ˏˋ ★ heart2beom wip page!
꒰─── from most prioritized to least꒱
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───CHOI YEONJUN [연준]
✰ placeholder title: not boyfriend material [comedy, fluff, brief/skippable smut, angst] wc: 23.2K
choosing to live with a complete stranger was...not the smartest thing you've chosen to do. but it's okay! it can't be too bad. well, except it is. it is bad. especially when an argument leads you to stupidly sleep with your roommate! is it possible to keep your relationship strictly on the basis of sexual pleasure?! you think it is, because frankly, your roommate isn't what you'd exactly consider boyfriend material.
───CHOI SOOBIN [수빈]
✰ how to tame a fake blonde: how to not find your coworker attractive [crack]
despite a peace treaty, soobin doesn't fail to make sure your work life's a living hell. one day, you have to stay extra hours to finish up work and when you're finally done, you try to push open the door. but it's not budging! even worse, soobin is the only person left in the office.
───CHOI BEOMGYU [범규]
✰ placeholder title: dear you, loverboy! [fluff, crack, highschool!au]
writing a lengthy love letter to your crush then asking your friend to help slide it in his locker, though you aren't aware, is a huge mistake. because your friend accidentally puts the letter in the wrong locker; choi beomgyu's locker, a.k.a your sworn enemy for life choi beomgyu.
placeholder title: 24 more days [best friends to lovers, fluff, angst]
beomgyu getting kicked out by his roommates isn't a surprise. it was bound to happen eventually. him deciding to break into your apartment crash into your one bedroom apartment... isn't either. its just for a week he reasons with you. just a week.
✰ placeholder title: no strings attached [five part series, fluff, smut, crack]
you and beomgyu have always been platonic--always on the same page. and surprisingly, neither one of you have ever developed any romantic feelings for the other. but one night things leads to another, and now you wake up next to your best friend, naked in a bed. it doesn't change anything for you, at least that's what you tell yourself. but beomgyu on the other hand, is freaking out. he isn't known to take casual sex very casual.
───KANG TAEHYUN [강태현]
✰ placeholder title: officer shenanigans [crack, fluff?]
you call the cops because your store just got robbed. your distraught is quickly overcome when the officer who shows up is just so goddamn attractive. you'll do anything to see him again and get his name, including faking break-ins at your store.
───HUENING KAI [휴닝카이]
✰ placeholder title: first dates, first kisses! [fluff]
your friend sets you up on a blind date with a boy, and he seems way, way too familiar for your liking. turns out, he was your first ever boyfriend. the one from middle school that is.
✰ placeholder title: cheeze [fluff, crack]
you think romcoms are corny so naturally you hate them. but a man who's the literal embodiment of the genre, though you find him just as cheesy, he's a little harder to hate.
✰ placeholder title: three wishes and a genie [fluff, crack, genie!hyuka au]
when hueningkai's called out of his lamp, finally, after an entire decade, he's more than happy to give you three wishes. your first wish? for the genie to be freed so he can be your new friend...this was the first time he's ever been hesitant about granting a wish.
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͏💬͏ 24 more days my love ill get that one out one day
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sporadicroadwolfflower · 7 months ago
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Might be a controversial topic, but it has been bothering me for quite a while and I wanted to rant a little.
I think that various fandoms have started discrediting friendships a lot. It's not a bash for ANY ship, but just a tiny speck that has been weighing my mind.
I think people just don't realize or accept the lengths humans can go for 'just friends' as they put it. That if they are willing to sacrifice their own life for the other person or challenge gods for them or give up their own morality for them or bring them back from death in unethical ways; they have to be in love with them.
'Being friendzoned' and being 'just friends' have been made into kind of insulting terms, that if you are in one of those categories it's your pride that's being damaged, that you should take offense to that, or that you should just leave at that point.
If you sleep on the same bed, if you cuddle, if you hold each other gently, if you hold hands, you just cannot not have non-platonic feelings of love.
Also that it is only a lover or a parent or a sibling who can sacrifice themselves in any way or form. If it is a friend who does that, they MUST have had unspoken romantic feelings for them.
(This is more for same-sex relationships, as apparently a boy and a girl simply just can't be 'only friends', also infuriating, but a different point.)
The society makes it so that I cant be touchy feely with anyone in public and playing with street dogs and puppies is how I heal my touch starved self.
On a personal level, I am willing to do anything for my close knit of friends. Even some of my family isn't that close. I mean I can do stuff for them, but it will be out of obligation, and not from my heart.
For the record, I despise being in a relationship. It makes me feel stressed and nauseous and makes me want to avoid my partner. I hope it changes one day because I really want to have my own special someone someday, to love them with my entire heart.
I love cuddling to sleep with my parents, and have gotten close enough with my roommate that I can sometimes cuddle with her, carry her on my back, sit her on my lap as we scroll through media, but I don't love her romantically. In fact I helped her get in a relationship with her looong time crush, and give her relationship advice when she gets overwhelmed. (I am a girl, just to be clear.)
I don't mean that I hate same relationships, either straight or same-sex. I love seeing how and why people love their ships, the heart and efforts they put into it, the way they sometimes see a part of themselves and their lives in it.
What makes me feel iffy is when "it just can't be any other way" and "you must be blind if you don't see it. The implications are so clear" and "you must be homophobic"; like duude, I'm not!! I'm not bashing you for liking the ship!! There's nothing wrong with the ship!! But please don't say that friends can do this for each other!! That they can't kill or be killed for each other.
It really makes me feel as if friendship is being put against romantic relationship. And that friendship is worth less than relationship. It makes me feel so bad because that means it is being implied that my feelings for a friend is just... Lacking.
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sherlockruiningmylife · 1 year ago
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I think that at the moment I could come up with a merthur fic idea for just about any song. Every song I listen to at the moment becomes merthur coded to me.
Anyway though, I say this because I've got 2 songs currently stuck in my head as fics. The first is called Empress by Morningsiders.
For this song I imagine a modern day, maybe university au. Where Merlin and Arthur have been friends forever growing up and they room together at university, sharing an apartment. They go out on the weekends together, with regular friend dates at coffeeshops or movie theaters. They even go shopping for home decor much to Arthur's dismay. Throughout Arthur dates Gwen for a while, it started in high school, but eventually they meet Lancelot. Arthur and Gwen try so hard to make it work between them but they both know something is off, they just can't understand what.
When Arthur sees Gwen talking to Lancelot he realizes that he didn't really know what love was meant to look like. He loves Gwen, no question, but it's not that all consuming romantic soul bearing love that it should be. And its not the easy effortless love that it should be either. It's more of a love between friends. And he sees that, if he just let go, Gwen could find that with someone else, possibly Lancelot.
As Arthur comes to terms with the fact that he doesn't know how to love Gwen the way she deserves, Merlin pines over Arthur and slowly starts to pull away from him. It comes to a point, while Arthur and Gwen are still together, that Merlin realizes he's just hurting himself staying roommates with Arthur. He decides that he is going to move out. While Arthur is out on a date, Merlin packs a bag and goes to Gwaine's place to crash on his couch.
Arthur is out late on his date with Gwen. He had been nervous before the date like he hadn't been in ages. They go to dinner and chat as old friends would and it solidifies to Arthur that whatever passion they had, if they had any, is now gone. There is no animosity between them which makes it that much harder to tell Gwen why they should break up. Gwen, much to his surprise seems to understand. She looks at him sympathetically and wonders aloud why it took them this long, the signs had been there for at least a year. Arthur agrees, nodding along, until Gwen says something that stops him in his tracks.
"Have you told Merlin yet?"
Arthur puzzles and responds, "Er, no, why would I. This is our business not his, of course I'll tell him later that we've separated but no not yet."
"Oh." Gwen seems genuinely confused, "I didn't mean about breaking this off. I meant have you told Merlin about your feelings yet?"
Arthur continues to not understand and says so in as many words. Gwen sighs and mutters something about men and their emotional intelligence. Then she takes Arthur's hand and explains how she knew this was coming soon. That she had realized and tried to ignore for quite sometime that what Merlin and Arthur had was more of a relationship than the two of them had ever had. As she lays out all her observations, Arthur realizes she is right. That's what was missing, it was Merlin.
He stands up quickly from the table and drops a few bills to pay before saying goodbye as he runs out the door. When he makes it back home he hesitates, half hoping Merlin will just be asleep so that he doesn't have to admit his feelings just yet. But also wanting to see him, and hug him, kiss him even as he professes his newly realized feelings.
When he works up the courage to go inside, the place is silent. All lights are off and there isn't a single sound. Arthur calls out and there is no response so he knocks on Merlin's door. Opening it slightly he sees a neat, tidy, and more importantly empty bed.
Maybe Merlin is just out with some of their friends, Arthur rationalizes, he'll be back soon. So Arthur sits up for a couple hours waiting, but he grows restless. He'd already texted Merlin asking where he was at but didn't get a response, so now he tries texting both Gwaine and Lancelot.
To his surprise, Gwaine calls him immediately.
"Gwaine! Have you seen Merlin, he's not home and isn't responding to my texts and I'm a bit worried."
"What did you do this time princess?" Gwaine responds.
"Nothing! I swear, I was out on a date with Gwen is all and came back and Merlin's not here!"
"Ah."
"What? What does that mean, Gwaine, please tell me if you know where he is."
"He's at my place, crashing on the couch," Arthur hears an affronted yell in the background from Merlin, trying to get the phone away from Gwaine, Gwaine obviously gets the upper hand as he gets back on the line, "he wouldn't tell me what was going on so I just assumed you'd had some sort of tiff. But I see now why Merlin was sulking."
Arthur didn't really know what to make of whatever Gwaine seemed to be implying so he just said, "I'll be there soon." And hung up.
Arthur rushes over to Gwaine's and the man let him in. Merlin looks affronted at Arthur and complains that Arthur just has to go around rubbing it in, Arthur looks on confused. They wind up in a heated argument before Arthur finally breaks and admits, "I broke up with Gwen."
"What! You idiot, why would you!?"
"Because Merlin, I finally admitted to myself that we were holding each other back, and what's more she helped me realize how much of a complete and utter fool I've been."
"I'm not following you Arthur?"
"I-I, she helped me realize, that I'm in love with someone else, have been for a long time."
Merlin begins to shut down, angry at Arthur for telling him this, but then Arthur stops him and says, "she helped me realize what I've taken for granted, every coffee date and movie night, and cooking together in the kitchen. That love I've been trying to create had been right in front of me and I was a fool for, for loving her over... you."
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shytastemakerthing · 2 years ago
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hello !! i saw that you're taking request so can i please make a romantic twst request ??
for my personality, i have a kinda hyper and loud personality and can be a little too clingy. i love just vibing and talking random things with people im close to so i really appreciate people who can listen to me talk their ears off. mostly bc i dont like being too alone so i always try to have fun in ways that i know. i have rbf and also has short-temper so other people may not approach me that much but its easy for me to get along with people when i actually talk to them !!
in terms of romantic stuff, i like teasing-flirting with other people but may tend to back away when those romantic gestures are reciprocated. i also dont like confrontations that much so i tend to ghost people when it happens (its a bad trait im sorri) but yeah, i like people who can keep up with my energy or atleast doesnt mind me being randomly hyper :33
i also like to draw and looooves making plans/events/surprises for my friends' birthday !!
A/N: Thank you so much for your request! I certainly hope that you like it!😊
Runner ups for this match up include, Deuce, Epel, and, Ruggie!
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I match you with.......
Ace Trappola
• Another teasing flirt! In all honesty, the two of you vibe so well, it's almost insane! But that's what makes this relationship so much fun!
• You are 90% of Ace's impulse control in many situations. Either you stop him all together, or the outcome is at least a little hit less terrible than what it could have been if he had been left to his own devices.
• Deuce is a package deal with this. You're dating Ace, this means that Deuce is now a best friend of yours and may or may not help in thr shenanigans that is caused by the Saud Adeuce single braincell duo.
• The rest of the first year gang turned into the biggest hype squad for the both of you. That is all I will say on the manner. Besties for the rest of both your lives, here.
• After the relationship begins, Ace doesn't always mind your clingy nature. He also likes to rub it in everyone's face that he's dating you. Though, he still does blush from time to time when you're holding hands. He's just getting used to a long term relationship!
• Look, he loves you, but this also means he's using you as a shield whenever Riddle gets mad at him. He thinks it helps and will save him from getting collared, even if it has happened less and less since the overblot. It's about a 50/50 chance of this actually working. Chances are, if Ace is running at you, dodge, or you might end up being collared as well (not like Riddle meant to get you, you were just in the line of fire when it happened, he really is sorry.)
• At this point, he is at your dorm and room more often than he is in his own (don't want to assume you're in Ramshackle). This means that he has pairs of clothes at your dorm, spare shoes, a few blankets and pillows for sleepovers, and maybe shower essentials. You're basically non-offial roommates.
• He isn't so much of a planner, but if this is something that is very important to you and this is event needs to 100% go as planned, he will try his best, just for you. There may be a few snags here and there but you can't be mad at him when he is literally trying his best.
• Overall, Ace really does feel like he is a better person ever since he started dating you. Everyone notices it. Sure, he may get teased here and there, but seeing you at the end of it all makes it all worth it for him.
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enby-denby · 1 year ago
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Seeing as I am in my late 20's, I'll go ahead and do one for the teens out there:
Remember the advice about your job? It is especially true for Part Time jobs. And NEVER work for just "experience". That is not a tangible payment method.
That being said: LOOK INTO TRADE JOBS. The posters glorifying how much more college grads make don't mention the high unemployment rate or the current job insecurity for new grads.
Your teachers are wrong: employers and all but the most elite colleges Do Not Care what your GPA was or what you did for your senior project. Employers will not throw out your application if they see the words "community college" on there either.
Similarly, most friendships and romantic relationships you form in high-school and early college will end up fizzle growing out. This does not make them less real and does not reflect badly on you.
But treasure the ones that don't.
You will have your whole life to develop addictions, including to things like caffeine. Don't start now, while your brain is still growing.
Every cringe moment you have today is going to be a funny story in a decade. Hindsight is funny like that.
You do not have to forgive your parents when you grow up.
You DO NOT have to forgive your parents when you grow up
Let me repeat: if your parents were unwavering in their abuse of you as a child (or did one thing that only a Shakespearian villain would do to their kids) and they start love-bombing you after you move out and set some boundaries, you are not evil or bad for being unwavering in your own self-love by rejecting their attempts to rope you back into a vulnerable dynamic "make amends"
But if your parents weren't shitheads? Call them, visit them, share your interests with them as you grow into an adult. Make the most of the time they have left with you. This goes double for Grandparents.
Don't talk about politics on social media. By this I don't mean don't engage in political discussions online (though be cautious there too), I mean don't discuss any ideas you have for direct action online. The cops can and will get you for digital thought crimes.
You really do need to clean your room, for your own sake as well as for any roommates you may have.
Related to the above: never split rent with a stranger. ESPECIALLY not a studio apartment.
What makes a party fun isn't loud music, alcohol, drugs, or sexy times. Its if one of the following things are there: a gregarious pet, a silly (or spooky) party game, themed snacks, a sports game/obscure anime on the tv, and an outdoor firepit people can throw stiff they want to burn into. The more of these things you can safely do at the same time, the better.
This was mentioned above but PLEASE develop a hobby that isn't a form of media consumption. The best advice I ever got from a teacher was my Spanish teacher breaking her "no English" rule to remind us that consuming products is not a personality trait. And though that was years ago, in the age of Andrew Tate that bears repeating for me.
No, you don't need to memorize the quadratic equation or the cycle of the Heroes Journey to be a functional adult. But they help.
Home Ec and Woodshop classes help a Hell of a lot more in your day to day.
Your parents will probably be more excited than you that you got your license. This is because they had places to go when they were your age and are excited to have a Designated Driver at home.
Speaking of Designated Drivers, here is my short list of Good First Drinks to celebrate your 21st birthday: Moscow Mule, Piña Colada, local craft beers followed by German or Mexican, saké, white wine, grasshopper, cosmopolitan or screwdrivers. A Long Island Iced Teas is NOT a tea and if you want to try only one drink but learn the taste of a lot of different alcohols at once, that would be it.
If you get a letter from a Company called Amway or Vector Marketing, throw it right in the trash. The "job" they're promising is a scam.
And finally: you are not defined by your lack of romantic experiences or the number of friends you have. You are defined by who you choose to be, every day. And you will always get better if you put in even a little effort every day.
I turn 30 next month so here’s what I learned in my 20s:
—don’t work for startups, they’re always one ‘innovative idea’ away adding ‘sell your kidneys on the black market’ to your job description.
—keeping a collection of basic OTC medicine on you will save your life one day. I recommend Advil, Imodium, and TUMS.
—those little single-use glasses cleaning wipes are 1000% worth the money
—overly self-depreciating jokes just make people uncomfortable, wean yourself off of them
��you can buy dehydrated mini marshmallows in bulk online and they’re a godsend for hot cocoa
—people don’t care if you have fidget toys on your desk they just want to play with them
—try to go to bed BEFORE the existential ennui kicks in
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agentnash · 3 months ago
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pre established relationship meme.
FRIENDSHIP.     childhood friends  /  work buddies or coworkers  /  family friends  /  friends with benefits  /  smoking buddies  /  adventure buddies  /  fake friends  /  recently friends  /  party buddies  /  friendship of need  /  dying friendship  /  circumstantial friendship  /  partners in crime  /  old friendship  /  [ your muse ] is the good influence  /  [ your muse ] is the bad influence  /  [ my muse ] is the good influence  /  [ my muse ] is the bad influence  /  opposites attract  /  ride or die  /  frenemies  /  roommates or flatmates  /  penpals  /  exes to friends  /  enemies to friends  /  other
ROMANCE.     childhood sweethearts  /  [ your muse is mines ] childhood crush  /  [ my muse is yours ] childhood crush  /  exes  /  exes to lovers  /  forbidden lovers  /  highschool sweethearts  /  secret relationship  /  opposites attract  /  long distance  /  unrequited [ from your muses side ]  /  unrequited [ from my muses side ]  /  unrequited [ from both sides ]  /  skinny love  /  friends to lovers  /  enemies to lovers  /  spurious relationship  /  power couple  /  newly entered  /  soulmates [ metaphorical ]  /  soulmates  [ literal ]  /  awkward  /  turning toxic  /  toxic love  /  cheating [ on your muse ]  /  cheating [ with your muse ]  /  other 
FAMILIAL.     siblings [ half ]  /  siblings [ step ]  /  [ my muse ] is an older sibling figure to your younger sibling figure  /  [ my muse ] is a younger sibling figure to your older sibling figure muse  /  [ my muse ] is a parental figure to yours  /  [ my muse ] is a child figure to your muse  /  guardian figure  /  legal guardian  /  adoptive child  /  foster child  /  [ your muse ] is taken under mines wing  /  [ my muse ] is taken under yours wing  /  other: found family perhaps.
ANTAGONISTIC.     dangerous to each other  /  dangerous to others  /  unpredictable  /  rivals  /  petty  /  developing into sexual or romantic tension  /  based off family matters  /  based of off circumstance  /  based of professional matters  /  based off misunderstanding or lies  /  conflict of ideology  /  betrayal  /  hero - villain dynamic  /  enemies  /  fight club  /  friends turned enemies  /  lovers turned enemies  /  exes turned enemies  /  other 
plot idea(s): okay i have two ways this could go. parker was in the foster care system after the age of 12, so i was thinking perhaps one of the foster families lived somewhere close to will's father's home, and they could have met when they were being angsty teenagers, and then both going the criminal justice route. or parker is working under jack, and parker isn't very fond will to begin with ( i'm assume will wouldn't give a fuck about parker, which would be hilarious to see ). we could either have them eventually get along, or stay like rival / enemies / whatever. it's giving options.
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warrened · 11 months ago
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Q. does your character prefer being alone ?
marius is definitely someone who wants his own space. he's more introverted than anything, which you might not assume based on his outward personality, but he likes his alone time and needs it to be able to interact with other people. he grew up so constricted, always with eddie, that the freedom of being alone was like a breath of fresh air. of course, he's quite dependent on eddie and doesn't want to move away from him, but marius enjoys having time to himself. even if he's living with someone -- like katie or the bernhardts -- marius' insomnia keeps him awake, driving him to go into the city or simply stay up. he also sits in his car a lot, enjoying the peace and quiet while he either sits and people watches or works on things he needs to get done. marius gets irritated the more time he spends around someone, especially if it's someone he already doesn't like. he becomes snappier, ruder, and just generally unpleasant to be around. considering he doesn't really date, it's not too difficult to live on his own. and he's already not the warmest person on earth, so being alone, even when in a romantic relationship, isn't anything new for him. marius despises roommates, especially if they're bad ones. the only time he doesn't show his discomfort is with the bernhardts, but that's only because he has to be nice, and he slips out at night to be alone anyway. so, yes, as introverted as he is, marius needs to spend time by himself and finds that it gives him ample time to think and plan. otherwise, he's just going to get annoyed, which isn't really good for anyone.
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toxxicognaths · 11 months ago
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I know I know like don't believe anything you think about yourself after its dark out but like. I'm really beginning to think I should just stop maintaining any of my relationships and stop bothering to try and build any new ones. I just don't know why I bother I always enter into this awful cycle and end up hurting myself and others and I don't seem to know how to break it or even slow it down. And I feel like a terrible fucking person because I have good friends who will straight up tell me they love or care about me and I just cannot believe they're doing anything but lying to me to avoid having to tell me off or something. Like is that paranoia?? I don't know. I just know it sucks and it's awful. I never feel like anyone actually cares about me no matter what they do, or no matter how much I do for and care about them. Am I just incredibly selfish? Do I need the absolute world and then some from somebody in order to understand that they do care? I've got no fucking clue!! All I know is that I fucking hate myself, I'm pretty sure everyone else hates me, and if they don't I cannot fathom why.
This is such a weird feeling because I haven't been suicidal in a long time like at all and I'm not now, either. I don't feel the allure of just quickly ending it and not being haunted by these questions and problems anymore. I just feel like completely disconnecting from everybody and just. Trucking along alone like nothing changed or anything bad happened.
And it's like. Wow. What a piece of shit am I, huh? I refuse to accept that anyone could actually be telling the truth when they say they like me, so I'd rather just cut them off entirely and never speak to them again? Like. Some fucking friend I am. "hey thanks for trying your best to be patient and deal with my very fun and wacky mental disorders. In return I'm going to tell you to pack your bags and go fuck yourself" like. Very cool, me. Very cool. Yea I can't imagine why you think everyone secretly hates your fucking guts. It's because you think this shit is preferable to just believing your fucking friends.
I feel extra awful saying this because her life is about to drastically improve I think but I kind of wish my mom would just finally kick the bucket. Just because I know then at that point I don't think I'd have anything holding me back from killing myself the next time suicidal ideation pops back into the picture. Like yea it'd fuck over my roommate, sorry, but I wouldn't have anything holding me to this world anymore and I could just go. Hell, if my mom did die I'd probably kill myself within a day of getting the news. Don't even know if I'd write a single note or get anything in order or tell anybody. Might just walk into traffic or something. Idk. Isn't that awful? That in the back of my mind I wish my mom would die so I could pussy out and kill myself? For the record again I'm not currently suicidal like. I'm having a bad fucking time and I'm in an awful spot mentally but I'm not suicidal or in danger of hurting myself.
I just want to know why I feel I'm categorically, in every way, unloveable. I don't believe anyone could ever find me attractive, I don't believe anyone could ever want to be my friend, I don't believe anyone who is currently my friend actually cares about me or enjoys their time I take up, and I don't believe anyone could ever want to love me, platonically or romantically. I'm starting to feel like everyone I've ever had sex with wasn't interested in me, and they were just in it for the things I was willing to do to get them off. I feel like just absolute dog shit right now.
I guess if you ignored the tag and read all this and you have any knowledge on the subject then I guess like. Hmu. Do you think I suffer from some form of paranoia or delusions? I don't think I experience any other forms of delusion and I don't hallucinate. Is this like an OCD thing or something? I don't know much about OCD but I know it's more than being organized and locking the door multiple times and stuff like that like I think thinking everyone hates you is kinda part of it right? Idfk.
All I know is that tomorrow morning I'm going to wake up and, besides really tired probably, I'm going to feel just fine for the most part and forget all of this until later in the night or when I reach out to someone. I can't wait for that.
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seoberrybins · 3 years ago
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𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲 𝐊𝐢𝐝𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 ♡
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pairings: OT8 x Reader
genre: fluff
contains: mentions of food, a lot of fluffy scenes!
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BANG CHAN as your lover would be a delight! He treats you the same way he treats his band members, except he loves you a just little bit more. His gentle and loving nature was enough to get you head over heels for him. But with delight also comes with difficulty. The bigger his group gets, the busier he becomes, especially when he's one of the people who produces their songs. It was difficult at first, of course, and it would sometimes be the cause of your arguments. But over time, the two of you had worked it out and figured out some ways to make things easier for the two of you. For example, whenever he'll be staying later than usual when working on songs, he'd facetime or video call you so you can see him working until you fall asleep and he doesn't end the call until he's home in the dorms. He says that he loves having company while working, "especially when it's you," he'd say.
LEE MINHO as your lover can be both chaotic and well... chaotic (but in a good way). Being romantic isn't his thing but he does have his own little ways to show you he loves you. Mainly he shows his love in teasing you. "It's my love language," he'd say. He loves seeing you getting all furious because of his mischevous antics and would laugh even harder when you call him out on it. And although he might not seem like it, he's taking a mental notes on how he'd treat you better. Like how you prefer to leave the toilet seat up after using it or how you like getting tucked into be before going to sleep. And since being affectionate is something he's not used to, he opts to treat you as if you're one of his cats. He'd pet you and give you little kisses, and would even let you cuddle with him. And to add, he'd cook you your favorite meals and would let you help around the kitchen (but really it's just you just looking at him cooking while passing around the stuff he'd ask for) but either way, he'd still thank you and give you a kiss for doing such a great job!
SEO CHANGBIN as a lover is pretty much like looking after a child and making sure they won't burn the house down when they try to cook. This man can't even crack an egg properly to save himself but he tries. He tries a lot. He's aware that he's not good with the basics but he does try to learn and you can see that! You'd find him watching videos on how to cook this or that or how to properly clean the toilet for example. He loves you and he doesn't want you to do the hard work all by yourself so he helps around and learns. Aside from that, he'd treat you so well too! Since you look after him a lot, he'd do the same. He'd massage you after a long day in work or would run you a warm bath. In short, this man shows his love through showing effort throughout your relationship.
HWANG HYUNJIN as a lover is like having a sassy roommate over 24/7. He's just so dramatic??? Whenever you would tell him that you're busy with something, he's definitely pout and sulk nonstop until he gets your attention. He's the type to sigh loudly over and over again until you snap and he'd smile proudly because he knows he won. Aside from all the goofiness, this man would treat you as if the two of you were lovers from a movie. He'd take you to picnics so that he can paint you with the scenery, or he'd bring you to museums where he'll take pics of you and say some cheesy stuff like "you're the most beautiful piece of art that I saw today." And as cheesy as it is, you'll get all flustered and he'd definitely tease you for it. He'd teach you how to paint and when you get the hang of it, he'll be so proud of you and would gush at how you're getting better and better and he tells you how excited he is to paint with you next time!
HAN JISUNG as a lover is like having a friend and a lover at the same time. He'd bicker with you a lot over silly things but in the end, he doesn't like it when the two of you haven't made out yet, so what does he do? Randomly barges into your room to do some aegyo he spent an hour practicing. He knows it's cringy and he also knows that you'd laugh and feel better. He'd make it up to you with cuddles and, of course, binging on your favorite snacks while watching Harry Potter together. Other than that, one of his favorite things to do is to have you near him while making songs. You keep him sane, and whenever work gets overwhelming, he'd snuggle next to you to recharge before continuing again. You'd be the first to listen to their songs to see if it's good enough or not, often listening to your opinions on how to make the song better <3
LEE FELIX as a lover would be fun. He can be your gaming buddy or your personal banket. There's none in between. He's just a literal ball of sunshine who can get a bit mischievous at times, but he's still so fun to be with. You would probably spend your dates in arcades or in carnivals, or simply just at home playing games together. He'd teach you how to bake sometimes too, especially brownies. He'd brag to his other members that it was you, the love and sunshine of his life, who made this fresh batch of brownies when you came to visit them during their shoot one time. Other than that, this boy loves to cuddle. He loves any form of kinship. Feet touching together while the two of you read books in the living room? Bet. Holding each other by the pinky during lunch with his family? Bet? Holding his hand while he practices his hangul? Bet. As long as he gets to feel you, he's content and happy.

KIM SEUNGMIN as a lover is definitely the type to take a lot of pictures of you. Whether it's on his phone or his camera, he'd snap a pic of you randomly even though you're ready or not. He's the type to decorate his room full of polaroid pics of the two of you or post stolen pics of you with a cheesy caption on Instagram. He captures photos of you the way you captured his heart; sudden and unexpected. When he looks back at the photos, he'd find himself smiling at the memory that comes with it, and sometimes, he wouldn't even realize that he's smiling until his members tease him about it.

YANG JEONGIN as a lover is definitely the puppy love kind of type; the young and carefree kind of love. He's the type to sneak you out of class during a boring lecture just to go to that new library you've always wanted to visit, or go to the movies then visit your favorite ramen place afterwards. He's the type of lover that you can introduce to them and they'd fall in love with him easily with his charm and cute looks. He's the kind of lover who'll be your first lover from highschool, the one who'd carry your bags on the way home, the one who'd slip you lil notes in your locker, the one who'd give you chocolates during valentines in front of your whole class so they can cheer and egg you on. He'll be your first and last love, the one who'd leave a great impact on you and that would contribute growth as to who you are as a person.
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