#which is like year ago i know im hopelessly late to everything

[yumedoca]

I've started watching Frieren btw...

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Can i request carl gallagher angst where reader and him used to date but she was like the only person fighting for their relationship so they break up and she moves on and he realizes his mistake but it may be to late?

Hiii, of course u can, this is the first angst i have written in a long time so idk if it’s good or not but i hope u like it, also sorry for taking so long to answer i had to read a lot of angst to remember how to write it lol

—---- One week ago —--- 

You called for the fifty time and Carl still did not answer, you were growing tired of his behavior. You’ve been dating for two years now but it didn't felt like it, it felt like an eternity, all the fights were making you tired of the relationship, it didn't help that Carl didn't seem to care about your feelings, always showing up late from work, answering messages after a long period of time and ignoring your wishes. 

It felt like the purest lack of gratitude you've ever seen, during the relationship you tried to do everything for Carl, talked to him when he fought with his brothers, tried to get along with everyone in the Gallagher family, which led to a ritual from shopping every month with Debbie and playing games on Fridays with Liam, cooking for him, helping to tidy up his apartment and cleaning his car.

Y/n did everything but nothing seemed to be enough for Carl, you were the only one who was fighting for the relationship unfortunately, because what came from Carl's side was just the desire to have sex. 

While waiting hopelessly for Carl to show up, you started to think about the future.

"Do I want to keep doing this? Being a doormat for a guy who apparently only uses me for sex. I do everything and he doesn't even thank me"

After a long period of waiting you got tired and decided that you would call him one last time, and this time would be the last of all, you had decided, it was time to break up with Carl. 

Before you could scream the name of your future ex-boyfriend, you heard footsteps coming from the hallway of the tiny apartment, Carl was stomping the soles of his feet,

"He’s angry" you thought, Carl didn't usually get angry with you so easily, unless you complained about something about the two of you dating.

“I was getting ready, what the fuck y/n you keep rushing me, I'm coming to you, fuck” he said. 

“Okay, sorry to rush you, but we're over an hour late.” you said trying not to cry by the sound of anger in his voice. “Can we go now?”

"For the last time we're already leaving, let me just get my phone"

"Ok" you say "it will be the last time"

After the date you were heading back to the apartment when Carl said "You need to be a little more patient, I always take time to get ready you know that things won't work out right if you rush me every time"

When the car parked you said, in a high tone almost screaming, almost as if you were letting out a long-kept secret "I do not want it anymore".

Carl looked at you confused, but you didn't bother to look at him, you were tired, tired of everything. 

"I don't want to keep up with this anymore, i'm tired,i don't want to be the only one who cares about our relationship, the only one who actually gives a fuck about the other" 

Carl looked at you with an astonished face. "What are you talking about? Do you want to break up with me just because I'm late?"

"It's not just that, it's because of everything, I can't take our relationship anymore, I can hardly call what we have a relationship and you know it"

You got out of the car, being followed by Carl and before you could enter the apartment you said "i will be leaving this week, im gonna grab my staff and head back to my own house"

Carl didn’t say anything, in fact, he helped you grab your stuff the entire week, it seemed like he was just acting like a robot, doing things on automatic, it almost felt like he was kicking you out of the apartment, or so it seemed.

—--- Present time —---

She was there again, Carl thought to himself while he saw you walking down the street. It wasn't the first time Carl followed you, you guys had ended your relationship with great regret after all the fights, and a double-edged sword seemed stuck in his throat with all the things he wanted to say, should have said, but got stuck in the pit of his stomach and stored away in his chest.

Y/n seemed to be fine, was wearing a big blouse, which Carl remembered how you dressed when you first started dating, just a big blouse, a pair of sneakers and a headdress. You didn't really care about the way you dressed, but when you started dating Carl realized that your boyfriend always gave a little bit about what you wanted to wear, he was always like that, he didn't care about the important things about your relationship and interfered when they were banal things.

When you broke up, it didn't take long for Carl to realize that things in his life didn't fit together anymore, but it was already too late for him, for you, he should have paid more attention this two years and not now, and certainly not just one week ago. You moved on, but Carl didn’t. You were happy, but Carl wasn't.

He only realized his mistakes when you showed up in this little coffee shop smiling like you hadn't smiled in a long time.

He lost you, but you didn’t lose anything. 

[ifmywishescametrue]

omg now im jealous about all of the breaking up and making up stories!!! they're all so wonderful but is it okay to ask for a steve/tony one? i know you've made one inspired by ts (amazing) and this time, maybe they meet/bump in a coffee shop? idk angst potential but also hopeful/happy ending aahhh. your stories are amazing esp ivy!!! thank you! <3

thank you so much!! it ended up being more cute than angsty, but I hope you like it!

Steve's pencil drifts idly across the page of his sketchbook with no end vision in mind. He's killing time until Nat shows up, which could be anywhere between the next five minutes and the next two hours with her vague text that simply said running late. When he looks up to reach for his near empty coffee cup, he freezes with his hand in the middle of the air.

At first he thinks it might not even actually be him. Tony's hair was never quite this well styled before, always a tangled mop on his head that sometimes fell into his eyes. Steve used to spend hours sometimes running his fingers through those wild curls while Tony slept on his chest. It's been tamed since then, cut shorter and held into place by some type of product. The facial hair is new, too. He remembers a time when it would always come in patchy and uneven, and Tony would pout as he shaved away the latest attempt at looking older than he was. The eighteen year old boy in oversized hoodies and stained jeans he met years ago has been replaced by a man in a well-pressed, expensive looking suit with a leather briefcase, like he just stepped out of a boardroom a minute ago. From what Steve has read about his life since they broke up, he probably did.

Steve stares without fully meaning to and for much longer than he would have if it was intentional. He watches him order his drink and smiles when the barista’s eyes widen at what he knows is an overly complicated order, wondering if Tony ever did finish his quest to find that perfect combination of syrup flavors, sugar, and cream that only he would ever like.

He catches the double take when Tony notices him there, right as he’s taking his first sip of the iced drink, and the cough when he chokes on it is anything but subtle. Steve looks away with red cheeks and tries to pretend he wasn’t staring, but it’s a futile effort. He can’t say he minds, though. Not when it means Tony walks over to him and unceremoniously drops himself into the chair across from him.

His mouth forms a familiar smirk, and he says, “You seem to have a staring problem, Rogers.”

Suddenly, Steve is nineteen again, falling hopelessly in love with the boy in his introductory chemistry class. It felt sort of like fate at first when they were paired together for the final project, and Steve remembers thinking that his chances were shot to hell when Tony sat down next to him and said those exact words. He never was any good at being discreet.

Back then, for that first time, all he could manage was a stuttered apology in response. But eventually it became their thing. Something just for them that no one else could ever understand. When Steve would watch him from across the room at parties, because he knew how much Tony loved having his eyes on him, and Tony would saunter over with that same smirk and those same words, there was only ever one reply.

“Guess I just really like what I see,” Steve says, and Tony’s face splits into a grin that matches Steve’s own. He’s still beautiful, even if it’s different now. Less softness to his appearance and more defined edges and sharp lines, but heart stoppingly beautiful nonetheless. He doesn’t quite say as much, but he does comment, “You do look good, by the way. Different, but good.”

Tony’s smile softens into another familiar one. It’s his smile for compliments, when he’s thinking self-deprecating thoughts that he won’t voice. Instead he’ll turn the attention back around, shifting the spotlight.

“So do you. The good part, but not really the different part.”

Steve runs a hand through his hair, contemplating if not looking different contributes to the good or not. He should look different somehow, shouldn’t he? After two and a half years not seeing each other in person and what feels like a lifetime’s worth of heartbreak in between then and now, he should look as changed as he feels. As changed as Tony looks now, like he’s someone new entirely. He’s pretty sure the t-shirt he’s wearing now is one he owned back then.

“Thanks,” Steve says anyway, for lack of anything better.

Just before it has the chance to fall into awkward silence, Tony says, “I didn’t know you were in New York these days. I would’ve called or something if I’d known.”

Steve raises an eyebrow. “Would you have?”

“I don’t know, maybe. I would’ve thought about it, at least. You know, stalked you online, found your number, dialed and hung up a few times.”

Steve laughs, fiddling with the straw wrapper from earlier to give himself something to look at other than Tony. “I moved back last year. Thought about calling, but I figured you were busy. Didn’t want to waste your time.”

It’s only a partial truth. He did think about calling when he came to Brooklyn after his year-long internship in London ended, but he didn’t want to know what Tony would say if he did. If he would have some sort of transparent excuse to avoid seeing him or if it would be an outright rejection.

“I would’ve made time for you,” Tony says, so painfully sincere that Steve has to look up again to meet his eyes.

He wonders if Tony is thinking of that last fight, if it’s a purposeful or coincidental reference to some of what Steve said. It was by far the worst fight they’d ever had, all over the phone with an ocean between them and so many things that Steve still wishes he could take back. Accusations flew on both sides until the entire thing was blown so completely out of proportion, yet impossible to reel back in. He should have just hung up the phone before it went that far. Before he could tell Tony that he always felt unimportant compared to everything else in his life, which was sometimes true but entirely unfair. Before Tony could say that Steve talked about Peggy in the same way he used to talk about him, and he didn’t have to finish the thought for Steve to understand the implication.

“Are we talking about it?” Steve asks.

Tony shrugs, feigning casual, but just the corner of his lip is between his teeth in that way that means he’s nervous and trying to hide it. “I guess that depends on what this is.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, we said back then that maybe it was just bad timing. You were in London, and I was in Boston until graduation, and it was always going to be a bit of a mess, but there was always that someday chance, right? So maybe this is someday, and we talk about it, and try to get it right this time,” Tony says. “Or maybe that was just something we said and didn’t mean, and I ask you about your life, and you ask about mine, and we talk and laugh and pretend that we’re friends again for the next half hour or so before we go our separate ways.”

It’s an easy choice, really. If there’s one thing that Steve’s sure of, it’s that it’s always been him and always will be.

“I don’t want to go separate ways,” Steve says. “The first time was hard enough, and I never really moved on. I got better, but I don’t think I’ve been more than just fine in a long time.”

Tony nods slowly, “I kept thinking you would call, you know. Back then. I thought you would call and tell me that it was a mistake and it would be okay again, but you never did. Although, I guess I could’ve called, too.”

“Why didn’t you?”

“For the same reason as you, probably. I couldn’t risk it if you didn’t want me again. Couldn’t risk getting back together just to break up again, either. We weren’t exactly the poster children for making long distance work.”

“We were terrible at it, weren’t we?”

Tony’s smile is tinged with the pain of the past. “It’s kind of funny because I remember thinking that it might be a good thing for us when you told me about London. Can’t get sick of somebody if they’re not always around.”

“You thought I would get sick of you? You never told me that.”

“Why would I?” Tony laughs. “Just put all my insecurities on display like that? Come on, Steve, that doesn’t sound like me, does it?”

Steve laughs with him briefly, “No, but I could’ve told you back then that it wasn’t possible. Told you that I wanted you around all the time and I missed you every second you were gone. I might’ve even stayed if you had told me. I was thinking about it, you know? I almost turned the internship down. Probably would’ve if you’d asked even once for me not to go.”

“It was your career. I never would’ve asked you to give that up for me.”

“There would have been something else. Another job somewhere closer to you.”

“I still wouldn’t have asked,” Tony says. “And I would have told you to go if you’d said you were staying.”

Steve knows that, which is why they never talked about it much before he left. Tony pretended to be happy for him, and Steve pretended to be happy for himself, when really it already felt like the beginning of the end. A year apart is longer than it seems, and it didn’t take more than a few months to realize it.

“I never…” Steve starts, trailing off when he doesn’t quite know how to finish the sentence. “There was never anyone else. Not while we were together, and never with Peggy.”

“I know. I knew back then, too, that you were never that kind of person. Jealousy’s just a real bitch sometimes.”

“There’s really not been anyone since, either,” Steve adds, and Tony’s mouth quirks into a half smile. “I mean, a couple of people here and there, but nothing like what we were.”

“There’s not a whole lot out there like what we were, is there?”

Steve smiles, leaning back in his chair, “No, there’s really not. But I do remember reading a rumor that you got engaged.”

Tony groans, and it’s so much like he used to sound when he was nine pages deep into a ten page essay at three in the morning that Steve has to laugh.

“Don’t you dare laugh. That rumor haunts me, Steven,” Tony says, belied by a grin that he seemingly can’t control. “Do you know how I found out about my supposed engagement? When my mother called and asked why I hadn’t told her I was planning on proposing.”

“So I’m still the only person you’ve ever proposed to,” Steve teases, just for the way he knows Tony will get indignant about it.

“How many times do I have to tell you that one didn’t count?”

“You were on one knee, you asked a question, and you had a ring. All the boxes are checked, sweetheart.”

“It was a blue raspberry ring pop, and you ate it,” Tony argues. “Not to mention that I actually asked you to marry me someday in the distant future. That’s not a proposal.”

Steve laughs again, thinking about that day in the middle of their living room, just a few weeks before Steve got the call that would take him to London and change everything. It was almost like a joke, and for anyone else it would have been. Not for them, though, because Steve remembers the look in Tony’s eyes when he dropped down in front of him, spur of the moment and impulsive like almost everything was back then. He remembers how it still felt like a promise, even if it wasn’t the real thing.

“But I said yes, which I think technically means we’re still engaged.”

“Absolutely not,” Tony scoffs. “It’s going to be a production when we get engaged. Elaborate and planned and romantic as hell.”

“When, huh?” Steve grins.

Tony’s cheeks pinken a touch, but he doesn’t take it back. He reaches for Steve’s hand on the table. “Yeah, when. Is that alright with you?”

Steve threads their fingers together, holding on tight. “That’s alright with me.”

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i’m sorry (ft: sugawara).

by request: “Hi!!!! Okay im so glad your requests are open - could I please request some angst with Sugawara? Where the reader is his best friend and secretly loves him but he doesn’t know? Then maybe the reader and Suga fight and then reader gets hurt or something (maybe a car accident) and when the Karasuno team finds out, Suga is devastated and goes to the hospital and tell the reader that he loves them?? Thank you!! ❤️” -anon

yes anon i’m happy to do this- i kinda changed up the prompt a lil bit so i’m sorry about that but i hope this measures up to your standards! (i’m ridiculously soft for suga so this makes sense)

genre: sadness (literal tears were shed in the process of making this)

ft: sugawara koushi x reader

warnings: car crash, fighting, cursing, hospitalization, death

wc: 2k

“Y/n, why are you so upset? I get that you’re concerned, and I’m grateful for that, but she’s genuinely a good person and I’m serious about her!” Suga walks away from you, his back turned, shoulders raised slightly in his sweater. You can sense his frustration, his confusion, but you don’t care. His face is pouty, lip sticking out ever so slightly, and you know you can’t look at him or you won’t be able to keep yourself from kissing him right then and there.

The thing is, you know she’s a good person. And that’s what hurts. See, you’ve been in love with Sugawara Koushi since the day you met him at the bus stop five years ago, on a hot summer day with a butterfly in his hair.

You can’t stop him from getting a new girlfriend, and you know it’s selfish of you to hope he likes you the way you like him, to hold on to him for all these years.

Sometimes when it’s late, you let yourself drift into your memories. The spring days when he would take you hiking, out into the mountains to show you his favorite spots, the times when your stomachs hurt from laughing at the dirty jokes he found off of random places on the internet, the rainy moments and baking cookies when it just seemed calm. With Suga, you felt at home like nowhere else. 

Now, your eyes sting unfairly, and you turn away from him as he glares towards you, brow furrowed. Struggling to keep your voice even, you say, “I know, okay Kou? I just- I don’t know, she gives me bad vibes.”

You know he doesn’t mean to be rude, but when he scoffs, your heart squeezes just a bit and tears prick your eyes. “You’re telling me to call off a whole relationship because she gives you bad vibes? You did this with all of my exes, too!” Suga sighs, hands on his hips. “You know you’re my best friend, but honestly, y/n, this has to stop. You can’t control my life!” 

He’s right. You know he’s right, and that’s the harsh thing about it. You want him all to yourself- everything about him is entrancing, intoxicating, familiar. Jealousy is a bitch.

“Don’t tell me what to do.”

At this point, his jaw drops open at the sheer audacity of your remark. “I can’t do this with you today.” He throws up his hands and sits on the bed, making it clear he doesn’t really want to talk anymore.

Suga never really fights with you. He teases endlessly, but he always stops himself before he really hurts you, and the fights between the two of you are always calmer on his side. He’s usually the first to apologize, but it seems this is a sticking point for the two of you.

“Well? Go!” As soon as the words are out of his mouth, he regrets it. You flinch backwards at his words, and he doesn’t miss the unmistakable glint of tears in your eyes as you walk out of the room.

“Fine, I guess I will!” As soon as you’re outside, you cover your mouth with your hand, your vision blurred from large drops threatening to spill from your eyelashes. You muffle your sobs with the sleeve of a sweatshirt Suga lent you, and it just makes you cry harder when you breathe in his slight cologne. 

He wasn’t going to let her go this time. You missed your chance.

You’re running, but where to? As soon as your thoughts stop spinning, your feet freeze, and you glance around you. Shaky breaths escape you as you duck your head and attempt to cross the street, questioning looks from passerby making your cheeks heat up. 

All of a sudden, you hear a car horn and freeze to see a car speeding towards you, out of control. The last thing you see before everything goes black is a child pointing at you, and you almost laugh at the incredulity of the situation. Then you black out on impact.

Back at Suga’s home, he sits in his bed, running his fingers through his silky hair. He curses under his breath, already hating the feeling. 

He hates when the only person he’s ever truly loved is mad at him. 

Honestly, Koushi can’t fathom why he keeps getting other people to date him, momentary distractions from his everlasting affection for you. You, the only person who’s there for him when he’s hurting, the only real friend to stay near him through everything, the only person he fell in love with on first sight. He wanted to be with you, but he didn’t want to ruin this was. 

Better to be certain friends with you and never get what he truly wanted than to try and lose you completely.

Suga picks up the phone to text you when he receives a call from an unfamiliar number, marked as the hospital of your district.

“Hello?"

“Is this Sugawara Koushi?” The female voice on the other end of the line asks.

“Yes, is everything okay?” He responds, curious as to why the hospital is calling him in the middle of the day.

“Well, we have Y/N L/N here, and you’re listed as one of their emergency contacts. Would you mind coming to the hospital to fill out some paperwork?”

Immediately, his world freezes. “W-what did you say?”

“I said, Y/N L/N is in the hospital and we need you to come in and see them.” She’s patient with him, voice even and calm, clearly used to people in shock from news of their loved ones. “They were involved in a car accident.”

He nods, momentarily forgetting she can’t see him. “Yeah, I’m on my way.” 

The line clicks, and he sits there for only a minute before hurrying down to his car, grabbing the keys and starting the car. He seems to forget basic movements, mind consumed only with thoughts of you. 

“Shit, shit, shit,” he muttered, edging above the speed limit on the road. He was tempted to honk at someone, but refrains from it, knowing it won’t help with the turmoil of emotions he was feeling.

Then, it hit him. This was his fault. He almost stopped the car in the middle of the road, throat closing as guilt washed over him. Koushi didn’t know you’d take it so hard, didn’t mean for it to come off that harshly.

He arrived at the hospital, and as he walked in, the receptionist looked up at him.

“Sugawara Koushi?” 

“Yes,” he said, and watched the smile slowly fade from her face. He noticed she tried to hide it, ducking her head, but it was too late. “Are they- are they going to be okay?” he gulped as she didn’t respond.

“Room 208,” she said curtly, “You should probably go in.”

The lights seemed to blur into each other as Suga practically ran to your room. Every footstep seemed to take forever, travel only a few centimeters forward. He couldn’t get there fast enough, accidentally bumping into the wall and muttering a hushed “sorry” to it.

He arrived. The door was almost too heavy, or maybe it was just the fear making his limbs heavy as lead.

There you lay, and it was worse than he thought.  Tubes of all sorts trailed from your body to things around the bed, crowding and seeming to close you in. Scratches ran down your cheek and there was dried blood on your hairline, streaking down your face. The breath fell from his throat and he stood in the doorway, paralyzed. 

This could not be happening. 

One look and he could tell you weren’t going to be okay. An IV drip led into your left arm, and you were unconscious, so fragile, so angelic. It looked as if you were only sleeping, like the countless times you’d snuggled into Suga’s shoulder in the warm summer nights, staring at the blanket of glittering stars far above. The ones in your eyes, though, outshone them all. 

When you slept, you always seemed so peaceful, so comforted, but now your brow was slightly furrowed, your lips drained of color and slightly parted. Even in this state, you were still the most beautiful person he’d ever seen.

Shakily, he made his way to the chair and sat down in it. He tried to swallow, but his throat was dry, and tears were dripping down his face before he could wipe them away. A choked sob escaped him as he reached out his hand, hovering over your limp one. 

He took your hand, and he hunched over to feel how cold it was. Your hands were always colder than his, which made him a perfect match for you. Never before, though, had he felt this ice. 

Suga’s shoulders began to shake, and he clutched your hand, silently begging you not to leave, please please please don’t leave me, i don’t know if i can survive without you. Of course, there was no response but the steady beep of the heart monitor, the only thing reassuring him that you were still there. 

Shaking, he brought your hand to his lips, barely brushing them against your knuckles. 

“Y/n, I’m so sorry.” Whispered words fell gently from his lips, trying to stay composed for you. “Please stay with me. Please don’t leave.” His tone rises, voice breaking in desperation. “P-please.” 

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” He rocked back and forth, holding your hand as if it was the only thing tying him down. “I-I love you.”

There. He said it, those three words he’d wanted to say since the day he saw you smile for the first time. Hopelessly, madly, endlessly in love with you, only you. 

When you didn’t respond, he let himself sob, let the pain overtake him. Hot, salty tears spilled onto your hand, and he silently wished for a sign, a movement, anything to show that you weren’t gone just yet.

In that moment, he whispered everything he wanted to say to you, a thousand words choking him and clogging his throat to the point where he couldn’t breathe anymore.

The doctor came in, shutting the door silently behind him. “Sugawara-”

“Call me Suga.” His voice was quiet, reserved, threatening to break.

“I’m afraid y/n isn’t going to make it.” The doctor sighed, mercifully pretending not to notice Suga’s muffled cry. “I’m so sorry for your loss.”

“You’re joking, right?” Suga raised his head, puffy, red eyes desperate. “Please- tell me you’re joking.” The silence from the doctor told him otherwise, and Suga felt his heart shatter in that instant.

He squeezed your hand, and just as he did, the heart monitor stopped beeping, a flat tone emitting from it. He couldn’t stop the heartbroken cry from spilling from his mouth, his breath stolen by the endless constriction of guilt and grief in his chest. 

He stayed there for another two hours, crying over your hand limp in his grasp. When Daichi arrived at the hospital to drive him home, he didn’t want to leave. 

Suga stared out of the car window, numb. It was impossible- the world couldn’t be this cruel. 

It’s your fault, your fault, your fault, the voice in his head whispered. The broken sobs that spilled out of him hurt, stabbed at his breathing, but he didn’t care. It was his fault that you were gone, forever. 

The rest of the day passed in a haze, the sun setting with flared colors that you would have loved. The stars were brilliant, but Suga couldn’t look at them. His pillow smelled like you, and everywhere he looked had some imprint, some memory of you. You were the only person he’d ever love, and you had been stolen from the world in an instant.

In the months afterwards, nothing was the same. He saw you everywhere, expecting to see your texts pop up on his phone, accidentally ordered your drink at the boba place you would always go to. 

At the funeral, his stiff black suit seemed awkward, but you always said he looked handsome in one. That was the last time he got to see your face besides pictures, the fading memory of the person who loved him for who he was.

the person who he would love for the rest of his life.

you’re an angel in my eyes.

a/n: tbh this is probably one of the most painful things i’ve written so far suga im so sorry also THANK YOU GUYS SO MUCH FOR 50 FOLLOWERS ITS CRAZY i finished this at 2am i’m going to be so sad if it flops <\3

[bangtanshomura]

PINK | 1/? | pjm

summary: A neighbor as pink and hopelessly romantic as you and an equally pink neighbor like Jimin (but without a thing or two in common), sounds almost perfect together, right?. The only problem? That you are madly in love with him but his tonalities are very different from yours.

pairing: park jimin x female reader.

genre: fluff, angst, (maybe in the future a little of smut? not so sure).

word count: 1139.

warning: unrequited love, pinning, so much embarrassment, a looooot of pink hehe, hurt, some mxm with ot7, you know...it happens sometimes.

Pink, it was love at first sight.

“Running late, neighbor?”

“It’s kind of my thing, you know?” You are in the middle of a battle with your keys, asking to all the god’s above, why the fuck you must make a clown of yourself in front of the most beautiful, smart, hot and cocky human being in planet earth? Aka the love of your life, aka the future father of your two children, aka Park Jimin.

“Oh, I do know” The little giggle that comes out of his mouth is enough to have you all flustrated. ”Any plans tonight? Are your friends coming over?” Jimin takes your purse from your hands and hangs it naturally on his shoulder following you in the hallway that leads to the elevator of your building.

“I like to think that they’re not, but that’s really ambitious from my part, right?” While you press the button that will take you to the lobby, Jimin shakes his head with an amused smile in his face.

“I think so, they’ll come no matter what you do. Talking about friends” He makes a pause looking at you and then to himself in the mirror that covers the wall of the up and down thing, styling his hair. “I was kind of wondering if you would like to come with me to The Taehyung Biggest Lifetime Event?”

Oh, boy. What a simple way to put your heart into a nearly colapse.

You’ll see “The Taehyung Biggest Lifetime Event” it's the name that your incredible mutual friend -Tae- put to his first art exhibition. And in fact, it is a big thing, an important memory if you think about all the photos that will be taken in the near future and obviously posted in social media, where everybody can see them and never erase them. And of course, because of the beautiful art that your dear friend creates.

But...the posibilities.

Jimin with a hand wrapped around your waist smiling to the camara with love in his eyes.

No, no, better.

Jimin with a hand wrapped around your waist smiling while looking at your face with adoration.

Oh, that one sounds so much better. It would be the kind of photo that would make girls run away from his Instagram. And with a bit of good luck, from his life too.

“Y/n? Are you there?”

“Uh? Yeah, yeah. I am” The devilish smirk Jimin gives you is proof enough for you that he knows or at least imagines what kind of thoughts crossed your mind.

You blush in a very embarrasing way and his smirks transforms into something more.

Sometimes luck it’s a good samaritan, because the moment he opens his mouth to say something, the sound of the elevator arriving to the lobby makes it’s appearance.

"Saved by the bell, pink angel" Jimin throws a wink to your way leaving you with a tomato red face and a beating heart threatening to burst out of your chest.

"Park Jimin, are you flirting with me?"

"You wish, baby!"

I do.

The beautiful sound of his bubbly laugh invades the lobby and you run to reach his side but he is faster than you, so your paceful morning routine with your eternal crush turns into a chase through the streets.

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|Jiminie: How's work, pink?

|Y/n: As good as ever, you boring?

|Jiminie: You know I am, Yoongi doesn't get any funnier.

|Y/n: Hey!, I like Yoongi's dry sense of humor.

|Jiminie: You love to make me jealous, don't you?

You can't help the enamoured giggle that comes out of you.

Re-reading the last message, you inhale a preoccupying amount of air and text him back.

|Y/n: Sorry, sometimes I forget your prise kink.

|Jimin: Im worried about how this conversation turned around my kinks, but yeah, don't let yourself forget that I love to be loved ;)

Even if the message is suggestive, you let your shoulders drop in a defeating manner.

I wish it said by you.

I love to ve loved by you.

All these messages, the pet names, the flirting and the big amount of time that you spend together doesn't mean the same to Jimin as it does to you.

Ever since you two cross paths in the hallway of your building, you knew you were so fucked up.

You met Jimin two year ago.

Your best friend Namjoon was helping you taking your big and heavy boxes to your new departament in the third floor, between jokes about his boyfriend fighting with him for his tendency to break everything that comes across his way, when you saw the most beautiful thing that your twenty two years old eyes had ever seen.

It was like an angel with what it had to be the tightest pair of black jeans in the whole world and the fluffiest pink sweater ever.

"Oh" He stoped in his tracks and intercalate his curious gaze between Namjoon and you, apparently taking a chance for your tall friend. "New neighbor?"

Namjoon saw you out of the corner of his eye watching how your eyes went all big and sparkling by the sight of the boy.

So he smiled amusedly at the blonde haired angel in front of you.

"It's because of the pink mixer, right?" The little -most definitely taller than you- blonde boy, blushed so much that for a moment you thought smoke would come out of his ears. "Don't get me wrong, I do love that color as any sane person. But, unfortunately, im not the new addition to your building. It's this pretty little pink thing here".

"Pink, uh?" You were indeed a very, very pink and pretty thing. He scaned you from head to toe -from your pastel green crop top, to your baby pink cargo's and your also baby pink military boots- and conclude that, that innocence could be the death of him if he ever let you in.

"Y/n" You blurted out your name so fast that Namjoon almost choked trying to hold back his laughter. You give him a warning glare and returned your embarrased gaze to Jimin. "My name is y/n"

At that precise moment you experienced one of the most radical changes ever seen. The turn upwards his lips took, had sufficient evidence to be considered illegal. "Im Jimin, Park Jimin".

The sound of another incoming message took you out of your thoughts, forcing you to look around the flower shop to verify that there were no clients waiting patiently for your attention while you remembered the first meeting with which you are sure is the love of your life.

|Jiminie: Pink? Maybe you are a little busy, but guess who got another coffe for free today?

|Jiminie: That's right, baby, meee!. Should I invite a drink once and for all to the barista across the street?.

Or maybe not.

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a/n:

Hey! My name is Alex and this is the first fic I have published on Tumblr or anywhere, ever. So, uhm , please be patient with me. English is not my mother language, so Im trying to do my best to write it correctly.Any questions, complaints or suggestions will be accepted (as long as it is in a respectful way. Im a crybaby please don’t be too harsh with me).

I hope you enjoy it and please tell me your opinion. I am planning to do it in two or three parts, I don't want this first fic to be so long so you don’t get bored.

Enjoy!^^

[chefrat]

breaking point

pairings:  Wakatoshi Ushijima x Reader

type: I guess it could count as angst, break up type :0 idk

word-count: 2.7k

warnings: cursing, mentions of fighting, he hurts reader physically without meaning to

A/N: running on no sleep again aha, its just five in the morning so im really sorry if its not a strong story, also my English is supppeerr shitty but :( I try my best, ill probably rewrite it one day because the ending wasnt strong but im just so sleepy :( and I really wanted to finish writing this tonight. im still working on the part 2 of liar lair buut because people seemed to enjoy it I want to at least make it better than the other ones I've written :o also I really don't know what to name this ://////

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Arguments between couples was completely normal, it was a very common thing to be disagreeing with your significant other over things once in a while. Or at least that’s what you kept telling yourself to pull through the nights whenever Toshi felt like picking a fight with you. Your relationship with him only kept on getting worse and worse each day, the constant fighting draining you mentally and physically. If you knew your relationship with him was going to turn out like this then you wouldn’t had agreed to that date four years ago. But how could you say no to him? Back in high school, everything was more simple. The memories from years ago is what kept you grounded in your relationship, he used to be so loving and caring in his own way. Now whenever you looked at him, you couldn’t believe how much things had changed. How much he changed. Volleyball and managing to do excellent in school were major stressors for him and you tried your best to be there for him no matter what, even excusing his brutal behavior. 

You sighed, picking up your pace and making your way towards your shared apartment with your boyfriend. It was around nine o’clock and you had missed your bus after finishing up a shift that you didn’t even agreed on but you couldn’t just say no. The bus wouldn’t take that long to come around but you rather walk home then wait out in the cold. A familiar stinging in your chest returned after thinking about what he would have to say. You knew he would disapprove of coming home so late but you hoped he would understand that you had to take the extra shift. Anxiety invading all your thoughts, thinking of the worse thing that could happen. Mentally praying to yourself that he was in a good mood tonight. 

Breaking up had been something you’ve put a lot of thought into but you kept lying to yourself. Telling yourself that he would change and that as soon the both of you were out of school that it would all go back to normal. You weren’t stupid though, you wouldn’t know how to feel if you kept your relationship with him. The things he would say shattered your confidence and with his tone, it was enough to make anyone rethink their whole purpose. You weren’t even sure why you stuck around. Could it had been that you were just hopelessly in love with him even after every damaging word he would scream at you until you fully memorized it or was it because you were just too afraid to leave him? Afraid of the way that he would react or possibly lash out. The warm and cuddly boyfriend you once knew so well now could only bring you fear instead of that longing warmth. 

You kicked off your shoes, finally making it home way before the bus could if you had waited for it. The apartment was quiet, too quiet. He probably was already in bed, catching up on sleep that he had sacrificed on practice and studying. A sigh of relief left your lungs, thinking to yourself that finally there wouldn’t be any arguing tonight. You smiled, making your way towards your room to take a shower before going to bed. Too tired to eat dinner. As soon as you opened the door, your hopes came crushing down. There he sat on the bed with his phone in his hand, scrolling through it. Your breath caught in your throat, scared for whatever was going to happen. 

“Where were you?” He asked, still not looking up from his phone. The tone he used wasn’t harsh or cold. It was his usual tone, the one you grew to love in high school. 

“I’m so sorry, they made me take an extra shift and then my b-“ Toshi finally looked up and made sure to make eye contact with you. The look in his eyes felt so cold that it made you want to cry. A reminder that there will never be a peaceful night with him.

“And then your what?” His tone never changed but the look in his eyes. It was the look. 

“And then I missed my bus because of the extra shift…Please Toshi, please don’t be mad.” You could already feel your tears forming in your eyes. The exhaustion getting to you now, there was just so much that you could take until you just couldn’t anymore and right now it felt like that was the case.

“What the fuck are you crying for? It was just a question. Lately you’ve been spending every day crying. Seems like all you’re good for is crying.” There it was, the tone you were so afraid of, finally making its appearance. With both the look he had in his eyes and his tone, you just couldn’t hold back on the tears. 

“Because of you! I cry every day because of you. Everyday I wake up and I’m scared of what new insults you’ll come up with! I’m so scared of you and I’m tired, so fucking tired of putting up with the fighting and the way you look at me as if you hate me…” With a blurry vision from your tears you could still make out his face and he was still giving you that awful look.

“Don't talk to me like that. You don’t think I’m tired of the fighting too? You're constantly bitching, I get tired of that too!” You fixed your stare to a glare, mimicking the look he was giving you. It ended up pissing him off even more, making him stand up from the bed, the movement making you flinch.

“My constant bitching is because you’re constantly a dick!” You had never yelled at him like this before, it was all new to him and you. His jaw tensed, holding back from lashing out. 

“Don’t fucking yell at me.” He said through gritted teeth, standing tall in front of you now. The way he approached you was frightening. But you didn’t care, you were finally letting out every little thing you were holding in for months. 

“I-“ A hiccup interrupting your sentence. “I can’t do this anymore!” Toshi tightened his brows, looking at you with a deep frown planted on his face. “I want to break up.”

You felt your breathing stop when you felt both hands on you. He was never one to put his hands on you and you couldn’t help but just cry harder, scared of what could happen. It seemed like the more you cried the harder his grip on you got, his large hands squeezing your arms feeling like they would snap any minute. His grip on you was vile, feeling your arms go numb from the tightening. 

“Please stop, you're hurting me!” Your tears clouded your vision, not being able to see him clearly anymore. But he wouldn’t loosen his grip, his anger controlling him. 

“Toshi, you’re hurting me.” You sobbed out and finally getting him to react. He let go, his eyes wide with fear, afraid of the pain he brought you. His eyes looking over your arms and seeing his hand prints, the guilt settling in and making him feel like the worst fucking person in the world. 

The both of you stood there in front of each other without moving. His own tears threatening to spill from his eyes but he tried his best to hold them back. He couldn’t cry in front of you, not while he had brought you so much pain. It wasn’t fair to you, he wasn’t fair to you. 

You left without saying anything, the only thing he could hear as you walked away was your crying and small gasps for air. He didn’t chase after you, he couldn’t, it wouldn’t be fair to you if he had. It was late and you had no idea where you would go, you did have a name in mind but you weren’t sure how to approach him. Especially with the forming bruises on your arm, he would just ask so many questions and you weren’t in the mood to answer anything at the moment. Your feet still dragged you to his place, it’s not like you had anywhere to go after walking out and leaving your bag and all your other belongings behind. 

-

“Hmm?” Tendou murmured after opening the door to his apartment and seeing his friends girlfriend crying her eyes out and shivering from the cold. He could only frown, imagining the worst. “Hey, are you okay?”

He felt the air get knocked out of him when you rammed your body into his, sobbing into his chest and hugging him. The red head returned the hug, still having no clue why you were crying your eyes out in his apartment at such a late hour. With his leg he was able to softly kick the door to his apartment to shut out the cold. You pulled away, a little more calm now after being able to get a hug. Tendou stood by your side patiently as you calmed down, rubbing his hand against your small back and feeling your breathing go back to steady. 

That’s when he stopped his comforting, his eyes widening at the soft pink fingerprints on your arm and then on your other arm. “Did he do this to you?” He asked, making you follow him to the small kitchen he had. He reached into his freezer to take out an icepack, offering it to you for your forming bruises. You could only nod to him, your throat feeling sore from the amount of sobs you tried to keep in on your way over. 

“We broke up.” Tendou offered you a hug to try to make you feel better which you took with shaky breaths feeling your tears start up again. That night Tendou comforted you on his couch, putting on all kinds of movies you enjoyed to try to cheer you up. Even cracking up jokes to get you to smile, doing anything to get a positive reaction out of you. The next day he offered his spare room, that he used as storage, in his apartment for you to move in knowing that you probably didn’t want to go back to Toshi. The red head had been one of your closest friend since high school and there wasn’t anywhere else to go so you agreed. You still promised him that once you were able to get your shit together that you would find your own place and move out. He even offered to pick up your clothes and items and you accepted, too scared to face Toshi. 

-

Tendou knocked on the door with a heavy hand, holding in his breath. He wasn’t sure what to think of his friend now. When he saw the forming bruises on your arms and when you told him about the fighting, he just couldn’t believe that he would let his anger go that far. The door opened, revealing a tensed looking Toshi. With the blank stare present on Tendou’s face it seemed obvious that he knew about what had gone down. 

“I’m here to get Y/n’s stuff.” Without a word, Toshi moved from the door allowing a space for Tendou to pass through. No one talked or even offered a glance to the other. It felt tense but Tendou was there for one thing only. He wasn't sure what to grab so he looked around confused until he noticed a familiar backpack you always used to carry around. He made sure to grab that and whatever clothes of yours he could find, he still didn’t have a clue and he felt even more pressured when Toshi was just in a corner, watching. 

“The drawer there, thats all of their stuff. I’ll get you a bigger bag.” Tendou looked over to where Toshi pointed to and nodded. He was back in a minute, handing the red head the bigger bag he mentioned. In a flash, most of the drawer was emptied out. All Tendou wanted was to leave but he checked over the room again, to see if he had missed anything by any chance. 

“All their shoes are in the closet.” He grabbed the bag that was starting to weigh with a huff and moved toward the closet. Opening it, he could make out which shoes were yours and which were Toshis. Grabbing two pairs at the time to hurry, he could still feel Toshi’s eyes on him.

Tendou stood up, waiting for more instructions but when none came his way and with bags in his hands, he made his way out without saying a word. Toshi could only watch, letting another important person in his life walk away. He felt himself become breathless, tears that he tried his hardest to hold back, prickling. All gone because he couldn’t be a better person to you but he knew it was all his fault and he just had to take the consequences seriously.  But still, he didn’t try to hold the cries when he realized that you had blocked him on everything. He didn’t try to look for you because he knew that it wouldn’t be fair to you, he had already put you through enough. That week you also cried your eyes out, you couldn’t even look at yourself in the mirror because your eyes would always linger on the bruises. You still loved him, he was your world for years and the sudden change hurt the both of you deeply. It was just time for the both of you to heal and move on, Toshi didn’t feel like doing either. He rather live with the pain, reminding himself that the only person who could understand him the best and love him even with his bold personality was just gone. 

The first few weeks was hell for the both of you, Toshi took most of the time to reflect on the horrible things he would say to you. Mostly he would channel all that anger he had into volleyball which was a good distraction for him but also the worst time to be thinking about you. It would only make him want to sit and cry his heart out. You would basically do the same thing, taking extra shifts at work and working harder than usual to keep your mind off him. But you could always feel the tears threatening to spill out if something ever reminded you of him. Tendou was a great friend, always around to cheer you up whenever those waves of sadness hit. From making you dinner to even putting up with the dumb movies you liked, he was there to help you heal. Sometimes you would ask him to check on Toshi but he would avoid the question most of the time. He was against you trying to reach out to your ex but you knew he was doing it for you, helping you heal. 

One night you couldn’t help but feel around your bed, hoping that it was all just a bad dream. You at least expected to feel that warmth you grew familiar to for years but instead all you could feel was your cold sheets. You silently cried in your bed welcoming the coldness. After years of being by his side constantly, you were finally alone and you weren’t sure how to react. Sure you had Tendou but it wasn't the same. He wasn’t Toshi, he wasn’t the one who would encourage you every day to do your best or who would greet you with his straight forward and awkward loving. Toshi was one of a kind and as much as you wished you could go back to fix things, you also felt like there was no return anymore. You’d do anything to be able to go back running straight into his arms and to be able to feel his warmth once again. Maybe in another life the both of you could reunite and be finally okay. 

‘If only’ you thought to yourself, turning on your side on your cold empty bed. The coldness was just something you were going to have to get used to for a while. Now that he was no longer around anymore. 

(not edited, reallly tired :( insomnia kicking my ass but im going to try to get some sleep because its really been a problem for me lately)

[littlemeowyoons]

Bonded

A/N- It’s my first time posting my writing on Tumblr but I guess better late than never huh, so here you go. More is in work so please anticipate a lot.

~Fay

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Fluff(lots of them), a drop of angst, Single Dad! AU, College! AU, Introvert! Yoongi, Tutor! Y/n

Word Count:1.7k

Synopsis: Yoongi found a basket left in front of his dorm room one day, and turns out it was his daughter, left alone crying. Puzzled and scared was an understatement. When his 4 semesters roommate Jimin left for his hometown, he was left with the last straw of help, turning to his physics tutor a.k.a friend-that-I-only-know-name-but-have-no-interest-in-knowing-more ; you.

Series: Masterlist ll Part 2 lI Part 3

                                           Part 1: Distress

                                            °•. ✿ .•°

“Why own a fucking iPhone when you can’t even answer a fucking call?! Dammit!”, he breathed hard after his nth tempt to connect the line failed again, his own Samsung device was clutched tightly in hand, knuckles turning white from the pressure. Yoongi had reached that point where smashing the black covered device in hand to the wall was considered a bliss, but he was saint enough to convince himself otherwise. Not when his phone was his gateway out of this mess; the only way maybe. So he tried again; redialing the numbers, manually even.

 “I swear I’ll shred your trench coat to pieces, fucking im-“

The end of the line connected midway his constant ranting.

“Oh thank God above you finally answered! What took you so long?”

“Ever heard of Bio lecture Yoongi?”, the soft voice at the receiving end answers calmly, though Yoongi knew the person was beyond annoyed.

 Who wouldn’t? Multiple spam in all form of communication, texts, kakaotalk, Instagram dm; at this point, Yoongi wanted to settle down to those damn pigeons. Even Yoongi would be out of his head if it happen to him, not that it will happen in the near future or anything.

“Don’t outsmart me woman, I’m not in the mood.”

“What is it Yoongi? You know I have class at this time of the day”

“I need your help”, his breath came out breathless than ever.

“Fuck if you’re asking about the same kinetic and potential energy chapter, I’m gonna rip all my nonexistent and existent  hair out of my-“

“Please…”

                                        ☾ ⋆･ﾟ:⋆･ﾟ:⠀ ⋆.:･ﾟ .: ⋆*･ﾟ: .⋆ ☾

You swear it took you everything not to scream out of frustration watching your phone blow off during lecture period. Plus, the same ID that keeps popping up on the lock screen adds the bitter taste. Once your professor said the word ‘thank-‘, you were already making your way out of the hall, books not even properly shoved in bag and you were sure you left your favourite baby blue Sharpie highlighter behind.

Once in the hallway, you yanked your phone out of your sling bag and slide the screen harshly, already embracing yourself for the upcoming questions and constant groaning. What you did not expect is the person on the other side panting heavily, desperate. Yoongi sounds…distress.You were still processing his jumbled words but once the word ‘please’ escaped his mouth, you froze.

That word is so rare to even pass-through Yoongi’s head, what less say it. The last time you remembered the word ever exist in his sentence, was the day he consulted you at the cafeteria. Head down, full frown and shoulder slumped was some few giveaway you could collect which equals to one thing; failed test.

You were used to people asking you questions, since you were one of the few alphas in curriculum areas. But having Yoongi, the junior of Art and Music Department, Majoring in Music Production asking you to be a full-time physics tutor is…well, unexpected. You pity him, that poor boy seems like he couldn’t breathe for goodness sake, not until you lean back to your metal seats and smile softly, not forgetting to nod along while you utter the word that Yoongi seems dread to hear, ‘Sure, when?’

You swear his eyes shine like a good measure 60 watts light bulb. But that was long time ago, you lost track how long it was though you were sure it won’t be more than a year now, hearing that Yoongi is in serious problem was the main pushover to your muscle cells.

The thing is Yoongi never beg, ever. He never sounds that desperate even when he got 5 per cent on his last two physics quiz, he never sounds this discomfort.

“I’ll be there in five”.

                                          ☾ ⋆･ﾟ:⋆･ﾟ:⠀ ⋆.:･ﾟ .: ⋆*･ﾟ: .⋆ ☾

You almost lost a footing while climbing the stairs up the boys’ dormitory, but you didn’t stall behind. Once room 103 is in front of you, you proceed to reach out to knock, when you heard an infant’s cry. You froze, chest rising in rapid beat from all the runnings.

“Yoongi?”

The crying was still there, you glance to check the neighbouring room number on the door, confirming that the room in front of you indeed belongs to Yoongi. So you crossed your heart and decided to knock, after all, you go with the concept YOLO. The door opened to reveal a hopelessly in despair Yoongi and a small woven basket on his dinner table, the moving mauve blanket shows that he wasn’t alone in the room, physically anyway.

Though the facts were right in front of your eyes, your mouth was sealed from emitting any word, what less sounds. You just stand there, at his doorstep, mouth agape. The cried were getting louder and the small tiny hands rising from the woven basket was doing nothing other than deepening the frown on Yoongi’s forehead.

“Come on Y/n, say something…”

Once his words registered in yourself, you took a last glance to Yoongi, before backing away into the hallway and sprint off.

“I need to go.”

“Y/n wait!”

No no no, this is bad. He thought Y/n would be different, thought she’ll understand but turns out, she ran away.

“Just…just like Hyoju.”, Yoongi whispers.

The cries from behind him gets louder and he snapped to look at the one sole thing that currently gives him a headache.

“Can you fucking shut it?!”

Yoongi growled but then retracted away from the dining table, against the wall and sliding down on his back until he reaches the floor. A sudden seed of fear bloom in his chest,

“What am I doing, am I already out of my mind? He’s just a baby, what does he even know?”, Yoongi sigh while standing and dragged himself to the basket, brushing along his slender fingers through the baby’s thin hair; his baby. The living being right in front of him is his own making, an act done without even considering about the effect. In this case, Yoongi can admit that he’s one of the few to be blame, maybe THE ONE to be blamed, fuck he was so drunk that night he can barely remember her, the mother of his child, Han Hyoju

The baby’s crying subsided a little as soon as Yoongi’s fingers make contact with the head, as if the touch of a 10-minutes-ago-newly known-father is proof that it’s safe for the little one.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know what to do”, he whispered because it was a fact.

Yoongi was never a fan of kids, he was never a person-type, a typical signs of an introvert. His only source of never-ending help support is none other than his roommate, Dance Major Park Jimin. He helps Yoongi realize that age is just numbers, Yoongi; as a hyung, two years older, seeks more advice than he wants to admit. This whole two years living with Jimin, the topic of conversation never goes off if it didn’t start with Jimin encouraging Yoongi to get some sunlight on him to which Jimin always said, as Yoongi quoted “We don’t need a walking paperwhite corpse walking around campus, hyung. Go out and get some air would you?”.

 It’s just that Jimin’s happy go lucky trait as well as his naturally warm smile is enough to blooms a friendship unlike Yoongi, who people would just point fingers at and said ‘cold, harsh and rock dead’ just by a mere look. Jimin don’t, however. That’s how Yoongi opened up a little to him. But now, that said roommate can’t help him, being on the other side of Korea, back in Busan his hometown for four days(though Yoongi doubt he won’t prolong it) limits Yoongi to ask for any favour to his friend. The kid in front of him will die of thirst first if he waits for Jimin. That’s what left him to his other only friend; Y/L/N Y/N.

But Yoongi could understand what you did, how you act. It’s because both Yoongi and you didn’t share more than three sentences, or on some lucky days short bickering outside of your tutoring hour. He only knows the basic things for someone to be an acquaintance; name, major and room number(because it slipped your mouth once when texting your roommate), but other than that, zero-knowledge. Jimin insisted that he asked more, to what Yoongi always dismiss, he’s too shy or scared, or maybe both.

Though Yoongi knew so much, he still labels you as a friend, which means a name listed in his life whereabouts, significant enough for him, not a nobody. He wanted to smile thinking that you’re indeed a friend to him, but it falters upon remembering you retreated away.

“I’m doomed…”

A sudden burst of the door jolted Yoongi, retracting his hand that once was playing with the baby hairs on his child’s head. You walk in, head high and face determined. You dropped off your school bag by the sofa, the usual place when you hang around Yoongi’s room after tutor session. Yoongi was overwhelmed, all his senses went numb, why did you return?

“Yoongi, does the baby comes with a bag, a pouch, anything other than the basket?”, you already made your way into the kitchen, but Yoongi still got a perfect view of your side profile from where he’s standing.

“Umm-“, Yoongi snapped out of his short trance and reached out for the mustard yellow beg that was originally in the same basket as his child when he first opens his door this morning, “Is this it?”

You glance over to him and nod, motioning him to hand it over. Once the bag is in your hand, you unzip it and pull out a baby bottle. Yoongi just watched in awe as you mixed baby formula, Yoongi assumed the grey paper bag you brought with you contained the powder formulae. He knows he shouldn’t be gawking like that, but he’s completely amazed, the fact that you came back had him racked his brain for a reason why, and now you’re going through all of this just to feed his kid. He felt small. Once the formula milk was done, you walked towards the living room and straight to the dining table, where the baby is. The red face of the baby shows just how long it had been crying.

‘Poor thing.’,  you thought. You put down the baby bottle on the table, hands reached out to swoop out the crying baby and puts the nuzzle near the mouth. After some effort, the baby takes in the nuzzle into his mouth and right away the rooms fell into a deep silence.

“Aww you poor thing, starving huh? It’s okay it’s okay. I got you.”,  you cooed.

Yoongi stood there dumbly, watching you feeding his own child, still confused but for sure, extremely grateful. Now if only explaining is easy enough.

[ionlyspeakinmyheroacademia]

Late Nights and Lavender Tea

series masterlist ☕️

Pairing: Izuku Midoriya x Ochako Uraraka 

Warnings: Some lauguage, gets a lil steamy at some parts, slow burn

Summary: After a year of friendship, Uraraka realizes that she is totally in love with her best friend, Midoriya Izuku. There's just one slight problem. She's in a happy, committed relationship with Iida Tenya.Or is she? As their relationship progresses, she sees a side of Tenya that scares her- and she wonders if she made the right choice to get with him in the first place. And her resurfacing feelings for Izuku aren't helping her case, not in the slightest.Midoriya Izuku always avoids romantic relationships, but he simply cannot avoid his feelings for Uraraka Ochako. She's taken, but Izuku can't help but hopelessly pine after her. After seemingly the millionth late-night talk over tea, he realizes that he's head over heels in love with her. He's in love with a girl who's off-limits. He can swallow his feelings for her sake, of course.That's okay with Izuku. If she's happy, he's happy for her. It's really okay, honestly.Teenage relationships are hard. That's one thing they've both realized.

Notes: This is my first fic, let me know what you think! (cross posted on ao3)

Chapter 1- Everyone Has Soba, Shoto

Ochako had never liked the color green. 

It had always reminded her of her childhood, the color of the kitchen in her parent’s house, the place where she had overheard so many painful conversations of wondering where they would get the money to feed their little Ochako. It reminded her of the color of her unborn brother’s onesies, which she had lovingly picked out with her mother, so excited to finally not be alone, and then one day, her parents sat her down at the table and told her that her brother would never be born…

After that, the color green had always been something Ochako turned her nose at. 

That was until she met Izuku. 

She had been in love with Izuku since before the Provisional Licensing exam in their first year, and honestly, nothing had happened since she realized that he needed to focus on being a hero, and had decided that if that was what he needed, she wanted that for him. So, she had stepped away. Even though they had gotten closer and closer over the past year, she knew that he most likely didn’t reciprocate her feelings, and probably had no idea she even felt this way about him. For a guy that was so observant, he tended to be quite oblivious. 

After she met Izuku, she fell in love with the color green. She loved the way his green locks fell around his face, how they flopped in his eyes when he bent over his notes, writing and muttering like a madman. The color of his costume and the shine in his spring-green eyes when he said that his ‘Deku’ meant ‘you can do it’ instead of useless because she told him she liked Deku, that Deku was the name of a hero. Izuku had made Ochako love the color green, and masked the pain with happiness and love. 

However, everything didn’t always go as planned. She knew that he wasn’t focused on a romantic relationship. So she decided to push aside her feelings for him until he was ready. 

“Hey Ochako,” said Iida, kissing her on the forehead as she shook out of her thoughts. “How are you this morning?”

“Hi Tenya,” she replied, looking away from her breakfast and smiling at him. They had been dating for a little while now, since the end of the last term. Their relationship had been comforting, like a warm blanket you didn’t want to leave. Tenya made her feel safe, loved. She had pushed aside what she felt for Izuku a couple of months ago, and when Tenya asked her out, she accepted, and they had been going steady ever since. “I’m alright, just tired.”

“Did you stay up all night again? Because you shouldn’t do that,” Tenya reminded her sternly, but his eyes were soft, and she knew he wasn’t really mad.

“You know I can’t help my insomnia,” she teased lovingly, placing a hand lightly on his chest. 

“God, would you two get a room already?” Kaminari groaned from behind them, causing Ochako to go red, her cheeks flaming furiously. She had been so caught up in talking to Tenya she had forgotten she was around other people. Ochako looked over at Izuku, who was sitting across from the pair, to see he was avoiding her gaze, his face stoic. Huh, she thought, I wonder what he’s thinking about.

Tenya laughed. “Are you offended by our love?” he asked, wrapping his arm around Ochako’s shoulders and kissing her cheek. 

“I am when it affects my breakfast,” Kaminari retorted. The rest of their classmates laughed, except for Bakugou, who seemed too wrapped up in his food to notice what was going on. Kirishima was watching him lovingly, and Ochako smiled, remembering how happy he was when Bakugo asked him out the month before, saying that they needed to get over themselves and just go out. She remembered him coming to talk to her right after, remembered the genuine, happy smile on his face when he finally was with his person.

She watched them now, Kirishima worryingly trying to clean off his boyfriend’s cheek, and Bakugo swatting him away angrily, but only half-heartedly. Her heart swelled with happiness for the two of them. 

“So,” she said, leaning onto the table. “What’s your plan for the Sports Festival, Deku?”

“Huh?” he looked up from his food, looking like he was trying to shake himself out of a funk. “Oh yeah, um, well if I told you, it wouldn’t really look good for me, would it? You could use it against me”

He was laughing, but his eyes were sad. “You okay Deku?” she said quietly, trying to keep their conversation private, even from Tenya. He just wasn’t as close to Izuku as she was. She looked over at him to make sure he wasn’t listening, but Tenya was engaged in a deep conversation with Yaomomo. 

Izuku looked at her, with a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “Of course I am, Uraraka. I probably just didn’t get enough sleep I guess,” he said, running his scarred hand through his already tousled green hair. She frowned but didn’t press him any further. He probably just didn’t want to talk about it. 

“Alright, class 2A! File out! We have to be in class soon!” Tenya called and turned to me. “Are you ready to go Ochako?”

“Yep!” she replied, grabbing his hand and standing. “You coming Deku?”

“Yeah, I’m right behind you,” he said, grabbing his bag from under the table and stuffing the last of his breakfast in his mouth before hurrying after his lovestruck friends. 

A constant ray of sunshine and happiness. 

That’s what Ochako had been to Izuku since he met her. An amazing friend, a shoulder to lean on, and his favorite person to share talks in the kitchen with at one AM, bonding over not being able to sleep. He had begun to rely on her, her calm words, her determination, her sweet embraces when he felt down. Izuku had been happy to be her friend. 

That was, well, until she started dating Iida. Izuku would see them together, laughing, talking, kissing, and he would feel a ball of anger in his chest, a feeling that was ripping him apart from the inside. He endured it blindly for the first month or two of them dating, not knowing what he was feeling. Until one night he was sitting alone with Ochako in the kitchen at midnight, sharing cookies that they’d found in the fridge when he felt it. It was like a fire, a burning desire to reach out and touch her soft, slightly tousled hair. To kiss her pink lips, to stare into her eyes, and have her love him. 

It was then, that he realized he was in love with her. 

It was a new feeling for Izuku. He had never had time to dwell on things like relationships his whole life, no one had wanted to be with a quirkless wannabe anyway. And after he got his quirk, he had been so busy trying to learn to wield it that he didn’t even think of anything else. He had noticed Ochako before, the way her costume hugged her in all the right places, the way her eyes shined when she looked at him, not from tears, but as though she was longing, but he had dismissed it. But after Ochako was taken, in a happy relationship with one of his best friends, he realized that he was completely head over heels in love with her. And God, did it hurt. 

“Hey Deku, Iida and I got permission to go out to dinner with Tsu, Todoroki, and Sora, do you want to come?” Ochako asked, pulling him out of his thoughts. 

“Sure,” he replied, “Just let me get my wallet.”

“‘Kay! Meet us outside in five minutes!”

“Okay!” smiling, he turned to head for the elevator. When he reached his dorm, he swiped his wallet off the dresser, and silently cursed himself for saying yes. She had looked so cute in her soft pink sweater, he was reminded every day just how beautiful she was. God, this was going to be hard. 

When he reached the front door, he could see Todoroki and Sora, the Power Couple of class 2A™, standing with Tsu, and saw Iida helping Ochako put her jacket on. Izuku paused at the door, swelling with jealousy. That should be him. He brushed it off, and shrugging his jacket on, walked out of the Heights Alliance building to greet the group.

“Hey, Midoriya!” Sora called, a grin spreading across his face. Todoroki, holding his boyfriend’s hand, turned to smile shyly at him. 

“You ready to go Deku?” Ochako asked, smiling happily, Iida’s hand on her shoulder. Izuku felt a pang of desire to be in Iida’s place. 

“Yeah,” he replied, and the six of them started for the edge of campus. 

When they got to the train station, Izuku made sure that he positioned himself as far away from Ochako as possible, sitting across from her, trying not to watch her and Iida talking and flirting with each other. He tried to distract himself with strategies for the Sports Festival, on possible pairings and matchups, but he couldn’t drown out the voice in the back of his brain screaming ‘SHE SHOULD BE WITH ME’ over and over. He felt pathetic. 

They arrived at the restaurant without a hitch, thankfully, and settled in. Izuku tried to avoid sitting next to Ochako, but that plan was foiled immediately.

“Come sit next to me Deku!” Ochako said, oblivious to his obvious need to sit somewhere, anywhere else. 

“Okay… sure,” he answered, cursing those beautiful eyes, so pure and innocent, he just couldn’t say no.

He sat down next to her, thankful he was on the edge so that he could scoot his chair away from hers. 

“So, what will you all be having to drink tonight?” asked the waitress as she approached the table, passing out menus. They all requested their drinks, thanking the waitress, and settled in, conversing over possible food choices. 

“Do they have Soba?” Izuku heard Todoroki ask Sora, to which Sora replied; “Yes Shoto, everyone has Soba.”

“What are you getting Deku? I might just get rice balls…” Ochako asked, trailing off.

“I’ll just get katsudon, I guess,” he answered, and she smiled. 

“Typical Deku.”

He smiled at her and then turned back to the menu when his heart started to betray him by beating furiously. Why did she have to be so damn cute?

The group ordered their food and just talked while they waited. They talked about school, what they wondered the first two events of the Sports Festival were going to be, what they did over break, and what their other classmates might be doing. 

When the food came they dug in, Todoroki and Sora eating their Soba, Tsu and Izuku bonding over their hopes for this year’s classes, and Iida and Ochako making the rest of the table sick from the lovey-dovey kissing and flirting.

“My goodness, at least excuse yourselves!” Tsu burst out after about ten minutes of this. Ochako blushed, and Iida stood up, laughing, pulling her with him.

“We’ll be right back,” Iida called over his shoulder, pulling a laughing Ochako behind him. Izuku watched them go, his heart throbbing. Todoroki and Sora locked eyes, smirking, and Tsu shook her head, chuckling slightly. 

“Do you have something we should know about Midoriya?” Todoroki asked, slurping Soba, while Sora smiled pityingly.

Izuku blinked, looking away from the lovesick couple outside kissing in the dark. “Wha- what do you mean?”

“Oh please, you’re so obvious,” Tsu laughed, rolling her eyes. “You’re so in love with Ochako that you can’t keep your eyes off her.”

“No, that’s not…” Izuku sighed, giving up. “Fine, is it really that obvious? I thought I was being subtle.” At that, the other three burst out laughing. “Hey! You don’t have to be mean!”

“Oh Midoriya,” Sora said, wiping nonexistent tears from his cheeks. “You are the opposite of subtle.”

“I’m pretty sure everyone in the class knows,” Todoroki laughed.

“Everyone?” Izuku gaped.

“Well, not everyone,” Tsu said. “I’m pretty sure the only people who don’t are Ochako and Iida, to be honest.” The group turned to look outside, where Iida and Ochako were still laughing, playfully hitting each other’s chests, and kissing.

Izuku groaned, his head falling into his hands. “I’m hopeless aren’t I?”

“They seem pretty in love, don’t they?” Todoroki observed, earning an elbow in the ribs from Sora. “Ow! What was that for?”

“Don’t worry Midoriya, you’re not hopeless. You’ll find someone…” Sora said, faltering at the look on his friend’s face. 

“She’s all I can think about. I can’t even be near her without finding ways to touch her, even if it’s just a brush of our knuckles, or our knees touching a bit, but then I remember she’s with Iida, one of my best friends, and I don’t know what to do. I’m in love with my best friend’s girlfriend!” Izuku moaned. Todoroki, Sora, and Tsu exchanged worried glances and Tsu moved to set her hand on Izuku’s shoulder when the happy couple burst through the door, making their way back to the table. 

“Hey, Deku are you okay?” Ochako asked, her cheeks red, and her hair a bit tousled. 

Izuku jerked up from the table, seeing her disheveled appearance, and Iida’s small smile, and felt compelled to hit something. He was shocked his voice came out so calmly when he replied, “I’m fine, I’m just tired.”

“Are you sure? You look-”

“I’m fine Uraraka,” Izuku said, cutting her off. 

“O-okay,” she said, face falling slightly before putting the mask back on. “Everybody ready to go?”

“Um, yeah just let me get a to-go container for Sora’s Soba,” Todoroki said, eyes darting to Izuku, trying to distract from the fact that his friend’s face had never looked so sad. 

“That’s alright Shoto, I don’t really want it,” Sora replied, setting a hand on his boyfriend’s shoulder and smiling. 

“Not for you, for me,” Todoroki smiled, and the rest of the table laughed, even a small chuckle from Izuku. 

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Hope you enjoyed Chapter 1! Stay tuned for Chapter 2!

Le bonus:

INTRODUCING (drumroll please) SORA MURAKAMI!

Quirk: Reality Warping- he can manipulate what others see, but he can only project things he’s seen before once they talk to him, much like Shinsou’s brainwashing

Looks: Black hair, brown eyes, around 5'8"

Sora is Todoroki's loving boyfriend, he brings Todoroki out of his shell and helps him become more comfortable around others, and the two of them provide great comic relief.

[teruthecreator]

💘 for macknerva!!

anon, you are a genius. you’ve basically just sent the magical question that has now unlocked for the world: macknerva origin story (bc honestly i realized i just start posting abt it without rlly explaining it??? and someone people are loving it??? so thank yall for being my ultimate favs but u deserve this origin) 

also this is several days late (thank u Depression) and also super long (thank u Dumb Brain) so i hope you can forgive me for both of these things   

💘: who developed a crush on the other first? 

it’s time we take it back....Back To The Start.  

so since this is my magical world of My Own Personal Canon (since i stole griffin mcelroys rights), minerva ends up in Kepler in a completely unnamed and not talked abt manner (bc im too tired to explain my general alternate theory hgkgldlgbfhke but busically she just got on a ship to earth to avoid dying) and is staying with duck until further notice. she doesn’t mind laying low at duck’s apartment until they’re able to figure out Everything and get her set up w a place of her own (spoiler alert: that never happens, but duck won’t admit he just misses having a roommate so they let it slide). 

after about a month (which feels like eons in minerva’s mind), she starts to get antsy. she’s already been introduced to the pine guard and amnesty lodge, by this point, so she’s constantly trying to hang out with someone so she isn’t stuck in duck’s apartment all hours of the day. 

which is how minerva ends up in the cryptonomica the day kirby has to run into his job at the theatre for a good portion of the day. it’s pretty empty in the shop--i mean museum, so it’s not like ned minds (plus him and mack have already struck up an agreement, which i explained in a previous post abt ned and macks friendship) especially when minerva’s around to willingly pick up the slack. 

but this second job has minerva curious: 

minerva: I assumed your assistant, Kirby, had only the singular position at your museum?  ned, from behind the counter: Oh, for a while he did, but then the theatre opened up and his services were needed elsewhere. And who am I, Ned “Theatrical” Chicane, to deny such a marvelous establishment of the skills and technical prowess Kirby possesses?”  minerva: Oh? A theatre, you say? 

here comes some random personal hc: on her homeworld, minerva was involved in her planet’s form of theatre (which i’ve always pictured to be very greek-esque, thus explaining her naturally booming voice) and absolutely adored it as a hobby. she, obviously, understands there will be a difference between Earthen theatre and the theatre she once performed; but there is no denying that that thought barely crossed her mind as she proceeded to pester ned about the theatre until he suggested she get a part-time job there. 

(ned knows mack’s struggles with keeping hires at the theatre, which is why he is quick to suggest minerva get a job there. that, and ned knows enough abt mack at this point to pretty accurately guess her Type. so let’s just say ned was doing this for both macks gain, but also for his gain to be able to harass her abt her hot new employee that he totally inflicted on her on purpose) 

ned probably brings it up later that night, or the next day. just really casually drops that he has someone interested in a position at the theatre:

mack: Holy fuck--yes, Ned! Tell them they’re hired!!! What can they do?   ned: Hmmmmm, well she’s quite fit, and has no qualms with getting her hands dirty.  mack: Oh, perfect! I need some more set builders! Thanks a whole lot, Ned. I knew you’d always have my back.  ned, knowing full well what he’s just wrought: Oh, of course, dear Mackerel. Anything for a friend! 

cue the next day: mack is just going about the theatre, business as usual, staying sort of close to the house doors so she can be Right There when ned comes in with the new hire. she’s faced away from the doors, checking something on her phone (probably her texts with ned, to see if he’s arrived yet) when she hears the doors open and shut. mack turns around to witness the Hottest Woman She Has Ever Seen In Her Goddamn Life. 

she’s tall--holy shit is she tall--with beautiful dark skin painted with these almost glowing blue tattoos that travel all the way across powerful arms and a prominent collarbone. but the tattoos don’t stop there, of course they don’t. they go all the way up to this woman’s bald head, perfectly framing her beautiful face. high cheekbones, strong chin, a wonderful nose (mack doesn’t have much of a preference for noses but this one is perfect she just knows it), masterfully-carved eyebrows that look like they were chiseled out of stone, and those enchanting, bright, beautiful bright blue eyes.  

mack’s brain basically short-circuits once minerva smiles at her (with those pearly white teeth and a grin so inviting it feels like her whole heart is melting), so she’s barely able to process the smug ned beside minerva. 

@goforduck drew this scene for me a while back and imma show it to u all bc i love him, his art, and the hot takes he gives my special lil ship: 

needless to say, mack Is Attracted, but i wouldn’t necessarily consider it a crush. meanwhile, minerva’s pov, she’s so damn excited for this job that she’s practically vibrating on the way in. and then, like romantic poetic would have it, all of that energy halts as time stands still and minerva locks eyes with....mack.  

mack definitely looks a little disheveled, but it’s like every fly-away hair crowns her head like a halo as those gemstones-for-eyes lock w minerva. she’s never seen someone she has felt so immediately attracted to in her life. but, that being said, she still does not Have A Crush. 

so after all the awkward blustering (AKA mack tripping over every eighth word as minerva turns on the Charm to keep that blush on mack’s freckled face) mack starts to get minerva accustomed to the work environment and the tasks she’d need to do. eventually, she hands minnie off to kirby bc shes got work to do, and the rest of the day goes by uneventfully. 

now minerva works at the theatre, and she’s Delighted w it. the job is easy but entertaining, she’s making friends, her knowledge of the world is expanding, and she now has a target for some very playful flirting and obvious showing-off of her muscles. because, listen....she has Eyes. she Knows mack always blusters whenever she’s around. and she knows herself, too. mack is cute and minerva likes making her blush. but there hasn’t been that moment where things are taken seriously.  

until about a month in, when minerva walks into something she maybe shouldn’t have but also definitely should have. 

you see, mack has a very important ritual in the morning. she arrives at the theatre at the absolute ass crack of dawn so she can get her yoga/stretching/vocal warmups in (since she is still a performer at heart and this has been her routine since college) and then sit by herself on the stage just sorta soaking it all in before kirby comes in with her coffee (which she needs in order to get up from her seated position on the stage bc she is that much of a coffee addict). just about every employee on staff knows not to even bother coming in this early bc 1. this ritual is very Private and Sacred to mack and 2. ur not even gonna be able to speak to her unless ur kirby w her coffee. 

“just about” encompasses every employee except for minerva, who decides to show up before kirby to bring mack her coffee (that she memorized after cornering kirby for the specifics one day) 

so she comes in the back entrance and is sort of at a loss as to where mack may be bc she doesn’t know mack’s routine. and she’s just kinda wandering aimlessly through all the shops and little rooms until she reaches the wings, where she hears the gentle strumming of a guitar. 

she approaches, with all the caution of a woman who has spent years mastering the art of stealth along w her combat studies, and comes upon the following scene: 

mack is seated in the exact center of the stage, eyes shut peacefully as her body sways to the tempo of the song she’s strumming on the guitar she’s playing (which minerva recognizes as the guitar that some idiot pit member left here about two weeks ago). she’s singing (the song is Dream A Little Dream of Me), and her voice is so soft yet so resonate that minerva feels as if she could stand right next to her or be 1000 feet away and hear the exact same thing. and she sounds so good, so completely in the song she’s performing and in her contentedness that it eases some subconscious unease minerva was holding. in the time minerva’s known mack, it’s the most natural she’s ever heard or seen her, just playing for an invisible audience in the dim lights of a theatre not yet awakened. 

minerva doesn’t realize she’s drifting closer to mack until she steps on an uneven plank, and the noise snaps mack out of her little world as she turns to the noise. needless to say, she’s a little surprised that minerva’s here this early, but then minerva wordlessly hands her her coffee and so mack could care less. she accepts the drink w a smile and then decides to go to her office to get started on some business emails. 

it isn’t until mack has already left the stage, and minerva is still stuck in the same position she was when she handed mack her coffee--heart racing a million miles a minute, face hot, and stomach feeling as if an entire colony of butterflies suddenly took refuge there--that minerva realizes that she is Endlessly, Hopelessly Fucked In Love. 

So yeah, TLDR; Minerva was first. 

[painted-cherries]

three words

im jaebum x reader; third person

warnings: fluffy, angst & sexual themes if you squint your eyes

a/n: this is my first public fanfic! I have always had these drabble ideas and I am finally making a move to write them out and share them, hopefully they aren’t too bad. i hope you enjoy it and let me know what you think! 

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i love you.

Those three words can be said in a myriad of ways, for just as many reasons. They are words of both comfort, and despair; words of both hope and heartbreak. 

The first time they said ‘i love you’ was during one of the most beautiful days of the summer. The Seoul sun was hanging in the sky, bringing warmth and light to the sprightly city down below the clouds. Life in the city never ceases; there was a constant buzz in the streets: the sounds of living. There were people rushing towards their jobs to make sure they make ends meet, others trying to make a quick buck to ensure they would have enough to eat dinner that night.The city was full of diversity and many different faces. But two of those people could be found together on that very same warm Seoul day.

Although the day was bright, she had insisted that they take a break from their work and bring some simplicity back into their lives. The two of them had a picnic from the comfort of his backyard patio, where they had laid out a blanket and their sweet snacks. He took his last bite of the pizza they had ordered, and threw the crust back into the box. He reached over to intertwine their fingers, while she laid with her head in his lap, eyes closed and taking today to bask in the sun. Jaebum looked down at her and smiled at the domestic bliss that was clouding around them. The sun illuminated her features in the most perfect way, making her look more sun kissed and healthy. He hadn’t even thought it through when the words left his lips; quiet, as if he meant to say it to himself rather than out loud.

“i love you.”

The reality of what he said hit him when she opened her eyes to gaze up at him. Her own heart had never felt so full. She sat up and moved to straddle his hips. She reached her hands up to delicately caress the sides of his face, to which he relaxed and wrap his arms around her waist. She pressed her forehead to his and the two of them smiled like they had gone mad with no disorder other than simply being in love. The two of them had sat there in each other’s embrace for sometime before they had decided to retire back inside of the house. At the time, she had not yet repeated the words back to him, but did later that night when her lips would find themselves on his neck as he pressed her into the sheets of the mattress that they shared.

Her favorite time he said ‘i love you’ was when they were spending some much needed time together in the fall. They had different lives which kept them away from each other, sometimes weeks at a time. But the two of them would always come home to the other’s arms, waiting for them in their warm bed. No words would be spoken, just meaningful touches and actions that said just as much their words could, if not more. They had fallen into a domestic routine at this point. Every morning she woke up before him, and made sure to leave a cup of coffee just the way he likes it on his bedside table before leaving to start her day.

But this morning she woke up in his arms and resided there until the early sunlight would illuminate the room, just happy to be there with him. It was their first day off together after a week of living, working, and persevering. When he had finally woke up, there was a small spring in his step. Jaebum had ushered her out of bed and said that he was taking her out for a day in the city together. So the two of them took their time getting dressed and finally left the house after a morning of playful teasing and flirtatious distractions. The day passed by quickly, as they usually do when hopelessly in love, something that time has a habit of touching. But that night he had requested that they take a walk along the Han river before returning to the warmth of their home. There was a blissful silence between the two of you as you walked hand in hand. Something that Jaebum had always cherished about their relationship; words didn’t have to be said in every moment they shared together, and all the love remained present. She was staring up at the sky when he said it; thinking about how the stars were meant to shine in the sky, the same way it felt like Jaebum was meant for her, hand picked by the universe itself.

‘i love you.’

This time he said it looking at her as the moonlight shone down on them, and suddenly they were the only two stars that mattered to her. She continued to think that as he slid the promise to marry her onto her finger, and when he pulled her close to place a delicate kiss upon her lips. Nothing else mattered then. Not the stars shining for them, or the tranquil river below them. Nothing mattered besides their love.

When she said ‘i love you’ it was late into the unfathomable night. He had finally returned home to her around three-thirty in the morning. Jaebum had tiredly stumbled into the home that they now shared. The liveliness that she usually radiated throughout the household was silent, and the couch where she had sat waiting for him to return was now cold. He threw his keys onto the kitchen counter along with the rest of his belongings. He trudged into the bedroom where her silent form laid asleep and alone. 

She had heard him the moment he walked into the front door, and now as he enters the bathroom to take a cold shower just as he has been for the past two weeks. It takes everything in her not to run into his arms every time he comes home, but the loss of youth and excitement in his eyes is so prevalent that it hurts her more than not embracing him. So she decides to lay still, and let him assume that she’s asleep. She knows that he isn’t cheating on her, Jaebum could never bring himself to be unfaithful to her. But what she does know is that he’s drifting away from her. Life is was beginning to catch up to the both of them, and he was starting to have less time for her. Not that it was a huge factor for her, but she could feel him withdrawing from the bubble of love they’ve been sitting in so comfortably for the past two years. It’s not anyone’s fault, “he’s just growing up more, and advancing farther in his career. I’m just not advancing with him...”, she thought.

Jaebum walked out of the bathroom, steam pouring out from behind him. He crawled into the bed beside her, but instead of embracing her, he faced the other side of the room. He knew she was awake, but chose to pretend that he believed her sleeping facade. For seventeen minutes, they both laid inches apart, neither of them daring to acknowledge the sad air that has made it’s place within their home. Eventually Jaebum, exhausted from his day, drifted asleep. It was when she heard his gentle snore that she allowed herself to move closer to his side of the bed. She wrapped her arms around him from behind, and breathed in the scent of his body wash. She relished in this small moment she gets with him, even though he isn’t awake to enjoy it with her, and let a few stray tears fall upon the back of his t-shirt.

‘i love you’

She let’s out a deep sigh and waits to let the lull of sleep take her, hoping that in the morning she won’t wake up to an empty bed again, but knowing that hope can be a cruel mistress. 

The last time that she said ‘i love you’ was that following sad winter. The holidays had passed and all that was left was the harsh weather in January. Winter was no time for heartbreak. Yet Jaebum stood in the hallway with two large suitcases packed to the brim with his belongings. A long time ago she had sworn to herself that she would never ask for a man to stay with her; to love her. But with Jaebum standing there, she couldn’t help herself. She let him go, how could she make him stay when he didn’t want to? Life was moving too fast; they had been strolling along in oblivion for over two years now, and life wasn’t going to wait for them to catch up, not this time. She was losing them. She had lost him. He was gone to another world, one that she couldn’t understand; one she couldn’t keep up with. Their simple love had lasted as long as it could through the wear and tear of nearly three whole years, and he needed to leave her behind to get where he needed.

‘i love you’

Jaebum didn’t want to leave her, not the way that he did. He knew that even then that some part of him still cherished her; still wanted to fulfill the promise he had made to marry her; still loved her. But it wasn’t the time. He  knew that their love had run its course. He did think that maybe there was a chance that they were still meant to be. He still believes that now, almost a year and a half later. But he doesn’t say it now. And he didn’t say it then. He didn’t tell her half the things that he had thought back then. Because even then, in the vast emptiness of their home, filled with a silence louder than the vigorous city outside, he could not whisper how he felt. She watched him leave that night, bags in his hands and weight of her sorrow on his shoulders, as he gave her a final goodbye with three little words.

‘i’m so sorry’

[awfully-sadistic]

Languages.

Because I don’t feel like writing a prompt today doesn’t mean I shouldn’t try writing at all. I actually thought of this as I fell asleep. I’m just... relieved I remembered. Going to switch up my On The Spot tags so I’m not spoiling who the fuck I’m writing for, that’s why they’re under the tag in the first place.

“What are you doing, Sergei?” Dot laughed, amused. “I know you’re not an entire mute.”

Sergei Dragunov’s hands moved; she knew them to be rough and callous at the fingertips. They were large enough to cup her entire face in the palm of his hand, but surprisingly warm sometimes. That must be because he always had them in his gloves. He was signing to her and for some reason, refusing to talk. Their mind link was always an option but there was a deliberate reason he was doing what he was doing.

“What’s he saying?” There was no mistaking the annoyance in Bennett’s tone as he lowered his head and nearly growled in Dot’s ear. Bennett Graves was a very big person in everything, it seemed. Personality, height, build, and attitude. He clearly did not like the fact he was kept out of the loop by Sergei’s swift signing. He didn’t know sign language!

The three of them sat together this morning; Bennett was always attached to Dot in some way as the overprotective father and Daddy to three pups and His very special little girl. And since the pups, he’s only seemed to have gotten worse in terms of his jealousies and possessiveness. The youngest of two elder brothers, the one of which is his very own twin, he was the baby. He was used to getting away with a lot because Aiden never really pulled his ass in line when they were younger and why shouldn’t he had? There was no real reason to curb the destructive path all three brothers were bound. At least, not until a few years ago. Now Bennett found it hard to be his “normal” self breaking old and hurtful habits to trade them in for gentler hands, kinder words because he wanted to know how to be with Dot without seriously hurting her in any way. He was getting used to the fact that he’s not the center of everything. Dot was. But that was more than okay with him and Bennett was content to tell every-fucking-body who listened the same thing. She and the pups were his whole world and he stubbornly, protectively, and possessively held on to his whole world with both hands.

“Tell him it’s none of his business.”

Dot laughed again. “He says it’s none of your business.”

Bennett’s golden gaze snapped to cold, uncaring blue ones. “Why the fuck can’t he tell me that himself?”

“Yeah, why can’t you, Sergei?” Dot grinned.

Sergei’s hands paused and Dot thought she imagined his expression getting harder. If that were anymore possible. Finally, he signed, “It’s a conversation between you and I.”

“Well, that’s true.” Dot admitted.

“...What did he say?” Bennett repeated, moments away from spitting the next thing through his razor sharp teeth.

“He said it’s a--” Sergei signed again and the movement caught out of the corner of her eye.

“Don’t tell him a thing.”

“I don’t know how you managed to make that sound demanding through your hands...” Dot muttered before looking hopelessly at Bennett. “Sorry, Daddy. But i can’t tell You anything.”

“That’s bullshit!” Bennett shouted, nearly jostling Dot as he stood to his feet. Bennett was always a step away from a aggressive punch in the face and it looked like Sergei was managing to hit all the right buttons -- all without saying a word.

Somewhat.

“Perhaps he should have picked up the habit of signing. Didn’t he say he was going to learn?”

“...Yeah,” Dot said, turning from Sergei’s hands to Bennett again. “Didn’t You say You were going to learn how to sign from Lu?”

Bennett blinked and almost immediately, the flame was snuffed out as the subject caused him to think for a moment. He sat down as he asked, “Lu? Yeah. I could have asked him. But then he said somethin’ stupid and I got mad. So, we don’t like Lu right now and I’m definitely not learnin’ anything from him.”

While Dot would agree that her brothers were stupid, Bennett was more likely to get pissed off by something Luvon said that happened to be an observation he pointed out and it wouldn’t entirely be off the mark. But she didn’t say anything after that, she only reached over and gave her Daddy a comforting pat on the knee. However, Sergei was a lot more open to the idea.

“I like Luvon.”

Dot laughed. “Yeah, well, you would.”

“He would, what?” Bennett asked, a little prickly.

“He said he liked Lu.”

Bennett snorted, “babygirl is right. You fuckin’ would.”

“I like Benedict, too.”

“Aww,” Dot sighed, placing her hands over her heart, happy to hear about Benedict in any capacity. But then she paused as she thought over that group of selective men. “Yeah. I bet the three of you get along really well.”

“I don’t need to know sign language to know his ass lumped Bene in there, too, huh?”

“Wow, Daddy, you really didn’t!”

“He’s not as dumb as he looks.”

Dot hadn’t meant to laugh. It was just such a blunt statement and it had taken her off-guard.

“...What?” Bennett asked.

“N-Nothing, Daddy. He asked how Benedict was doing.”

“That is not what I asked, little fibbing girl.”

Dot ignored that particular phrased sign. Bennett was already talking which spared her from looking Sergei in the face to see the matching expression.

“How should I know? The three of y’all hang out so much, it’s annoyin’. Shouldn’t you feel him in your dick or something?”

“I take back what I said about him not being as dumb as he looks.”

Dot breathed in deeply through her nose. “No, Daddy, that’s You and Cavon.”

“...Is that what he said?”

“That’s what i’m saying!”

“Oh. Then you’d be right.”

“We exchange messages through our phones like normal people.”

Dot laughed again and Bennett immediately looked suspicious.

“I really don’t like that I can’t fuckin’ understand him.”

“He just said they exchange texts. Like normal people.”

Bennett’s closed fist came down upon the coffee table in front of them. “THAT JUST MAKES ME AND BRO-BRO SPECIAL. SUCK THAT, YA DEAD LOOKIN’ BASTARD!”

“Daddy, that’s not very nice...” Dot scolded gently, turning to look over at Sergei. He wasn’t signing anymore. But his face certainly didn’t look too bothered. He was regarding Bennett the exact way Benedict or Luvon would -- almost with boredom and he’d let Bennett throw his fit, to let him do all the work of making himself look ridiculous, and getting mad all by himself.

And Bennett caught on.

“GODDAMN IT, THEY DO GET ALONG STUPIDLY WELL!” He threw his hands up, standing. Not as a means to throw a punch at Sergei but he was starting to walk out.

“Where are you going?!” Dot laughed.

“I’M NOT TAKING LESSONS FROM LUVON!” Bennett huffed and growled over his shoulder, “I’M GOING TO FIND YOUR GODDAMN APES AND HAVE THEM TEACH ME!”

“Makes sense he would understand an ape better than any of us.”

“DON’T TELL ME WHAT HE SAID!” Bennett shouted, noting that Sergei had been signing again. He paused before he reached the door, pointing at the both of them. “I’m going to learn my own damn self and then kick his ass for talking shit! BECAUSE I KNOW HE’S TALKIN’ SHIT!”

Dot was laughing into her hands, trying her best to compose herself but the image of Bennett sitting in the middle of all that misty jungle, shirt off, trying to learn sign language with the giant apes was something that kept popping in her head. “Daddy, please, come back.”

“I’M ON A MISSION, BABYGIRL!” Bennett shouted, shutting the door behind him. “I”LL COME BACK WHEN I’M READY!” came his muffled reply before his stomping boots faded down the hall.

“I could have taught you myself!” Dot shouted but Bennett was out of earshot and she knew this because his ass would have come running back, sounding like a rhino. Finally settled back in her seat, she turned to Sergei with a hand lifted towards the door. “Look at what you did.”

Sergei turned her face her again from that uninterested gaze he had kept on Bennett to a softened expression only reserved for Dot. The corner of his scarred lip was faintly tugged upwards in a ghost of a smirk. He didn’t say anything after that but the look on his face said it for him. 

He was entirely proud of running Bennett away to spend the rest of this quiet time with Dot where he can finally put his hands to good use on something, no, someone else.

And Dot realized this way too late as he scooped her up.

[reddie-to-ro11]

Thankful for you~ Reddie

The day before thanksgiving

The losers had gone to the one place they were always thankful for, the quarry. Mike couldn’t make it there cause he had responsibilities at home, which he apologized for over and over.

It has been a few years since everything that happened during that summer. All the losers were now around 16/17 and in their junior year of highschool.

They hadn’t had school that day, something about “spending time with your family” or some shit like that. They had spent the entire day at the quarry, just talking and doing stupid shit that only they would do. Because it was almost 6 o-clock and they, well lived in Maine, the sun was setting.

Richie was sitting under a tree, watching all his friends. Ben and Bev were holding hands, sitting on a rock just talking about some shit like everything they loved about eachother. Stan was talking to Bill about how the bird they saw on the way here was “an incredible find!” I️t was obvious that Bill couldn’t give a fuck about birds but because his boyfriend was so interested, he listened intently. And then there was Eddie, who was sitting right next to Richie just daydreaming.

Richie was so envious of what Ben/Bev and Bill/Stan had, and he knew that he wanted a relationship, but there was only one guy that he was ever interested in. And that guy would never feel the same.. so what’s the point?

Richie looked over at Eddie, how the light from the sun setting perfectly flowed across his face. He looked Angelic. Richie’s been hopelessly in love with the boy since they were 12, but there was no way Eddie liked him back.

“Hey Eds?”

“Don’t call me that asshole, but yeah Rich?”

“Do you ever wish that you had what Ben and Bev or Bill and Stan had?”

Eddie’s face got red, of course it did. Eddie wanted that so fucking much but what he had with Richie was pretty damn close. They were always in contact with eachother, whether that be Richie’s arm around his shoulder or Richie kissing him on the cheek. Eddie was convinced I️t was all platonic, how could Richie actually like a asmatic hydrochondriac like himself? Richie didn’t even like guys!!

Eddie himself was sure that he likes guys, or one in particular. Every time Richie would tell one of his stupid mom jokes Eddie laughed. Every time Richie called him Eds (which he secretly liked but the Trashmouth couldn’t know that.. he would never let it down) his face got red. And god help everytime butterflies showed up in his stomach when Richie would come around.

Eddie sighed

“Yeah Rich, yeah I do”

Thanksgiving day

I️t was late. The sun had set an hour ago and all around Derry families would sit down, say what they are thankful for, and feast.

Well… every family but one.

Richie was sitting alone in his kitchen, eating Mac and cheese he made for himself.

God how could he be so stupid? His parents had never gave a fuck about him before, so why would today be any different? They had promised him that they would all eat a nice dinner for Thanksgiving, and while Richie knew that I️t wasn’t going to happen, gosh he wish I️t did. His parents were probably at some run down bar on the other side of town, getting wasted and avoiding their responsibilities.

He looked at the clock on the stove, 8:36. Richie knew they weren’t coming home until 2:30 in the morning, at the earliest.

Eddie eats Thanksgiving dinner at 5:30, Richie thought. The next thing he knew, Richie was on his bike traveling those 3 blocks to Eds’ house.

He threw his bike down on the curb. And threw pebbles at the smaller boys window until he saw that familiar face.

Richie climbed up, like he had done time and time again.

Eddie had been brushing his teeth when he heard the sound

Ding

Ding

Ding

What the fuck? Its Thanksgiving?? Who the hell is at my window????

Oh.

Eddie looked down at the lawn, seeing a tear filled Richie Tozier below. Richie Tozier, his best friend, the person he was in love with.

Eddie opened his window and watched as Richie climbed up, as he had done millions of times before.

Richie climbed into Eddie’s room and sat on the bed.

��Rich are you okay?”

“Eds they fucking left me, my shitty ass parents left me again.”

Eddie sat down next to him. Richie leaned his head on Eddie’s shoulder and cried, he sobbed until no more tears came out.

“Did you eat anything?”

“N-No” Richie croaked out.

“One second, don’t worry I won’t leave you, I’ll never leave you.”

Eddie walked out, and a few minutes later came back with some leftover turkey and mashed potatoes.

“Thanks Eds”

Eddie for once didn’t stop him.

“Hey you know, I do a tradition before I eat where I say something I’m thankful for.. wanna do I️t?” Eddie asked.

“Sure Eds”

“Okay so I’m grateful for our friends and the roof above my head. Also my bat-shit crazy mom no matter all the fucked up stuff she puts me through.”

Richie was staring at Eddie, thinking about how he wanted to kiss him so bad. Eddie looked perfect, even in his giant t-shirt and shorts that were way too short. Gosh he was just so-

“Richie???” Eddie interrupted him.

“Yeah?”

“What are you thankful for?”

And in the warmth of Eddie’s room staring at the younger boy, Richie knew that he couldn’t hold his feelings any longer.

“You Eds, Im thankful for you”

The next thing Richie knew he was kissing Eddie. And holy shit!!! Eddie was kissing him back. The kiss was slow and tender. Like they had all the time in the world.

When they broke apart, they both started to laugh.

“I’m pretty fucking thankful I did that too” Richie laughed.

“Me too Rich” Eddie pulled him back in for another kiss.

Richie finally felt like he was at home.

[knittinganarchist]

the flower questions?? yeah bud do all of em go hard or go home

Ageratum: Are you friendly or wary of strangers?

I’m terrified of strangers but treat them unfailingly politely. It’s kinda the way your supposed to treat the fey; don’t trust them, but be very nice to them.

American Marigold: Is there anything you will not/cannot eat?

Keep your raw tomatos away from me pls. I don’t want their soggy soggy juices wetting my sandwiches/burgers/salads thank you.

Black-Eyed Susan: Have you ever given/received a black eye? Why?

I’ve never gotten or recieved a black eye because confrontation scares me and i avoid it At All Costs. 

Bleeding-heart: Do you open up freely with their emotions, or do you bottle it up until you burst? If you do hold it in, what is usually your breaking point?

I’m a big bottle of repressed emotional issues and worry 100%. My bursting point is usually after i’ve been too stressed for a couple of days and get over-tired, bc then i just start crying over something stupid, spill my guts to someone via text, and regret it absolutely the next day.

Butterfly-Weed: What is one thing that always makes you stop and admire, no matter what you were doing prior?

As someone who is both constatly distracted and looking for art ideas that a lot of things! Usually its either the outfits of people in town, or the sunset when im on the bus home of the evening. 

Common Yarrow: Do you easily blend in with the crowd, or do you wear/act so that you are noticeable and stand out?

Thats kinda tricky because i love wearing quirky opshopped clothed and ridiculous shirts, but i also kinda wear them in the hope that people wont bother me too much? I want to look cool, but not Too Cool.

Cornflower: Is there a color you don’t particularly care to wear? Is it because it clashes with your style, appearance, or any other reason outside of simple dislike for said color?

I don’t think theres a colour that i wouldnt wear? I dont wear a lot of green but thats more because i tend to gravitate to either warmer colours or crazy prints.

Creeping Zinnia: Do you listen into other people’s conversations, either idly or purposely? Has there been anything you learned from it? Have you gotten into trouble?

I absolutely do not. I feel so so terrible when i listen in and im so scared that they’ll say something very personal i should never hear. I wear headphones a lot of the time though so its not a huge problem.

Daylily: Do you have any daily routines/habits? Are they ingrained into you as a child or have they been recent additions?

I’m too scatterbrained to have too many daily habits, but the one that has carried over from my childhood is packing my bag the day before. For someone who worries a lot knowing im all ready for uni the next day, and having a vague idea of what i want to wear, is very helpful in helping me calm down before bed. 

Field Pansy: Have you ever gone and flown a kite before? Do you wish to do so if you haven’t?

Yes! There’s a big spare block up on a hill not far from my house, so when i was about 11 maybe(?) me and my neighborhood friends would make kites out of balloon sticks and rubbish bags, then ride our bikes up to the spare block.

Flowering Cabbage: Name one thing you keep, despite it being pointless or purposeless other than sentimental value or you simply cannot throw it away, and state the reason why you hang onto it.

Ummmm? Everything? I’m hopelessly sentimental. I’ve got clothes, books, letters, and dried flowers collected up simply because they remind me of happy times or people i care about.

Garden Impatiens: What causes you to lose patience? How do you react when you lose it?

Generally i have endless patience for others, but for myself? I’m constantly frustrated by my inability to concentrate for a long time, and when i’m trying to draw and it just Wont Work, usually that just leads to me just stewing in my annoyance for a few hours. 

Gooseneck Loosestrife: Is there anything strange or unusual you can do, or have noticed happening around you without an identifiable cause?

There’s nothing unsual that i can can do, although sometimes i wish that were true. Although i must say that art school has a ton of weird things i wish i could explain; like when you hear voices in a computer lab but you go in and its empty. Or the people who i swear i’ve never met before who stand outside the classrooms until you use your swipcard to let them in. 

Hosta: Do you enjoy the time out in the sun, or do you relax in the shade whenever you get the chance to do so?

I love the sun in every season except for summer, my pale pale skin cannot handle it at all so i stick to the shadows like a vampire. 

Ivy Geranium: Do you have any pets? If so, how are they doing?

I have a dog called Scruffy, who is cute but constantly a mess, and seven chickens all named after Doctor Who characters!

Japanese Bloodgrass: When was the last time you drew blood, either from yourself or from another? What was the reason?

I might have sliced my ankle shaving the other week because i was bopping along to the music i had playing and slipped...

Lady’s Mantle: What is one outfit you remember your mother/guardian wearing when you were a child?

My mum used to wear these striped tshirt dresses around the house all through summer, i actually got a few of these handed down to me!

Lambs Ears: Do you remember how old you were when the last time someone tried to censor their speech around you?

About 20mins ago... My mum was about to swear and just gave me a look before rephrasing hahah

Lavender: Is there a particular scent you are fond of? Do you smell this scent often or rarely?

I love lavender and rosemary in summer because it reminds me of the veggie patch that i planted near my back door a few years ago, but in winte hot chocolate and cinnamon are the best for feeling cozy.

Million Gold: How much money do you make, if any? How much money do you have currently?

I’m currently unemployed while i move out of home and settle in, but at the moment i’m housesitting so i think i get about $200 for the month, and then i dogsit again for someone else next month. Other than that my only income is from commissions..

Moss Phlox: Have there been any new friends you have made? What do you want to know about them the most?

Last saturday was my friend Katie’s birthday picnic and i met some lovely people there who i really hope i can stay in contact with.

Nasturium: Have you ever been the one to be told a secret? Did you keep it or did you share it with someone else? Was the secret worth being kept?

It’s not often people tell me secrets, but if they do tell me one i always keep it. I know how gross it feels to have someone betray your trust and i wouldnt do that deliberately to anyone. 

Ornamental Purslane: Do you wear any jewelry? Which ones are your favorites? Do you favor certain metals/gems/styles?

I don’t usually wear a lot of jewlery because i forget to change my earrings, and bracelets get in the way when im drawings, i used to wear a necklace all the time though. It was a teardrop shaped blue-goldstone on a silver chain, but my sister pulled it off when she was mad and it snapped. 

Rose Campion: If you had to fight, which one person would you chose to fight at your side? Would you pick them based on skill, on trust, or both?

I don’t know anyone personally who’d be any good in a fight so im going to have to say uhhhhhhh... either The Rock lmao bc he’d just punch danger in the face, or Ship ( @glumshoe ) because i just think he’d be prepared for even the weirdest stuff we could encounter.

Salvia-May-Night: What your habits/rituals you do when preparing for bed? How long do you usually sleep for?

The classic shower, facewash, text people who make me happy, and reluctantly set an alarm so i’ll get to class on time. I usually sleep fine all night no matter how early/late i go to bed, but i always wake up at 8am and have to check my phone to see if im late for anything.

Snapdragon: What sort of things would you hoard, if given the chance? Would you?

So so many things, its a good thing i dont have the chance. Books? Art supplies? Cool dresses? Pot plants? 

Snow-In-Summer: Would you rather have winter or summer? What are the benefits or reason to your preferred season over the other?

Autumn all the way. I love the coloured leaves and windy days, and its the perfect inbetween weather thats not too hot or cold.

Sunflower: Name one thing that will always make you smile.

Finding the perfect ugly/cool dress in the back of an opshop

Thread-leaf Tickseed: Are you an insect-magnet when you go outside, or do you insects generally leave you alone?

If im at home? for sure, i get a lot of beetles bothering me. But if im in the park at uni not so much for some reason.

Variegated Solomon’s Seal: What is one thing you wished you could seal away and never see/feel/use/etc again? Why?

99% of highschool to be honest, just a lot of Not Fun stuff.

Wheat Cockscomb: Name one thing you could do that you wished you could do, but cant?

Speak literally any language, i feel like it would open a lot of travel option up for me

Yellow Cosmos: What is your favorite constellation? Why? 

Cassiopeia! I just thought it was a neat myth, and also i used that as a name for a character in a grade 8 story story lmao.