#I am asking this as a genuine question I don't know how weird the Air Bud series got XD))

[thevalicemultiverse]

“There ain’t no rule saying a dog can’t assassinate the Pope!”

“It’s cute when you jam words together like you know what they mean.”

"I mean -- they're technically correct," Alice says, unable to help her smile.

"I personally am quite looking forward to the latest in the Air Bud series," Smiler adds, grinning like there's no tomorrow.

#~M: I want some questions! now! (ask) #~M: grin without a cat (anon) #~V: Inevitable High School #air bud pope assassin #~C: Alice Liddell #~C: Smiler Alton #((I mean is it any weirder than where that series actually went anyway #I am asking this as a genuine question I don't know how weird the Air Bud series got XD)) #~M: with this hand I will lift your queue

[kswlust]

crazy what alcohol does.. | k.sw

sypnosis : drunk bestfriend!sunoo tells you about how much he likes you and how much he wants you to rip off his clothes and do whatever you want to him, so you do just that.

pairing : bestfriend!sunoo x afab!reader

contains : underage drinking (don't do this!), reader cheats on her boyfriend with sunoo, age gap (reader is 23 and sunoo is 19), lots of swears, making out, hickies, sub!sunoo and dom!reader, oral (m . receiving), reader fingers herself, unprotected sex (not recommended unless ur ariana grande and want them babies), edging/orgasm denial, they get caught at the end.

'ding dong!' you heard a faint voice shout, along with the doorbell. you looked at the time, making a questioning face. your boyfriend, heeseung said that he was not gonna be home until 3 am and it was only 1. you got up and went to go check it, when you opened the door, to your surprise, you saw sunoo.

"hi, y/n!!" he said happily. he looked so messed up, his cheeks a cherry shade of red, his eyes half opened, his hair all messy. "sunoo?? what are you doing here.. it's 1 am- why do you look so fucked up..?" you asked, genuinely kinda concerned.

"I just went to a party and someone drugged me, fun, right??" he said, obviously joking. he just decided to rebel and underage drink. "haha, very funny." you said sarcastically and pulled sunoo inside, dragging him to sit on your couch.

"why the hell did you drink?? you're not old enough t-" he stopped you, placing a hand on your face and telling you to shush. you giggled slightly before pushing his hand off your face. "I'll get you some water, wait here. don't go anywhere, alright??"

you asked and waited for sunoo to nod before you got up to get a glass of water from the kitchen. you came back to see sunoo chewing on the neckline of his sweater. you stared at him in shock before running over.

"seriously, you had nothing else to eat?!" you yelled, pulling the neckline away from his mouth and handing him the glass. "drink this, quickly-" you said and he immediately followed your order, drinking the glass whole before putting it down on the coffee table and coughing.

"now, will you explain to me why you were drinking?" you asked nicely. the man shook his head as a no. "I wanna tell you something." he said, looking kinda nervous. you furrowed your eyebrows as you stopped the movie that was still playing. "go on.."

"okay, I don't know how to say this but I like you! I know you have a boyfriend and you love him so much but I don't think I can bottle up my feelings inside me anymore. I've liked you ever since the time you tutored me. you just look so fucking pretty and you are so nice to me. you helped me pass my grades and then became my comfort person. you make me so mad because I just can't get myself to tell you that I just want you to rip off my clothes and do whatever you want to me! you looked so hot in that black dress a few days ago, I couldn't help myself but be jealous of your boyfriend. fuck, if only you were mine. seriously, I'm going mad, I'm gonna go fucking mad if I don't get to kiss you right now!" he blurted out, his hand in the air, resisting the urge to pull you closer to him by your shirt.

your mouth dropped, eyes widened, face a pretty shade of baby pink. "but I can't do that, because I don't want to ruin your relationship and our friendship." he said, dropping his hand on his lap.

you were in pure disbelief. there was a very obvious frown on his face. "sunoo, i-" you didn't know what to say. "I'm sorry, y/n, I'll leave." sunoo said, getting up. you felt a pang in your heart. this was so weird and you really didn't know how the hell to react.

the things he said about you kept playing in your head nonstop. you grabbed the bottom of sunoos sweater, stopping him. you pulled him back onto the couch and got on top of him, immediately starting to kiss him like crazy. you could literally taste the flavor of the alcohol as he started kissing back.

you pulled away, staring into his eyes for a few seconds. "y/n.. we shouldn't be doing this, you have a boyfriend." he said as you started tugging at the waistband of his pants. "weren't you the one who wanted this a few seconds ago? you're gonna have to defend me if heeseung finds out about any of this."

if you were honest, you kinda liked sunoo aswell. I mean, he's kim sunwoo, who the hell doesn't like him??? you loved your boyfriend, heeseung, of course but.. sunoos unresistible.

"but if you don't wanna-.." you said, immediately getting cut off. "no, no, please, I do-!" he begged cutely. you smiled, immediately pulling off his pants and boxers in one go, going down and taking him in your mouth.

sunoo threw his head back, letting out the prettiest moan you've ever heard. you started slowly bobbing your head up and down, sunoo resisting the urge to thrust into your mouth. "y/n- please! faster.." he said, gripping onto the couch.

"what'd you say, baby?" you asked, stopping. sunoo whined, a hand going to grip your hair. "faster!" he said, looking down at you. the sight was so fucking sinful. you smiled slightly before going back to bobbing your head, way way faster this time.

sunoo started moaning so loudly, his toes curling. "oh-oh fuck! im close- I'm clo-se.." he alerted you. as soon as sunoo looked like he was about to come, you immediately pulled off him.

"no.. wh- whyd you do that..? thats so mean.." he said, letting go of your hair and trying to sit up, but failing as you pushed him back down and got on top of him. "you said I can do whatever I wanted, so, why don't you behave and take it like a good boy?"

you smiled innocently, sunoos face turned even redder than it already was. he nodded, keeping his mouth shut. you got back on top of him again, rubbing your clothed knee on his dick. sunoo moaned your name over and over again.

"sunoo, I never imagined you as a sub. it's funny how you're under me, behaving so nice and obediently right now. yeah?" you asked, unbuttoning your shirt but leaving it on, just showing your beautiful body. you pulled off your pants and panties aswell, throwing them to god knows where.

sunoo didn't answer, just watching you undress in awe. his dick even harder than before as he stared at your body on top of him. "I asked you a question." you said, pulling him up by the same sweater neckline he was chewing on a few moments ago.

"yes, it- its-" he didn't know what to say, just trying to think of something while panicking was so overwhelming for him. "hush, baby, don't worry.." you said, letting him fall back on his back.

you reached your hand down to your pussy, immediately shoving a finger inside yourself. you moaned softly, sunoo stared at your pretty face as you moaned, pleasing your self. you fingered yourself as a bit of prep.

you pulled your fingers out and stuck them in sunoos mouth, the same mouth he used to confess how he thought about you. you then gon onto sunoo, balancing your self ontop of him before slowly sliding him in.

sunoo moaned so fucking loud, your tight and warm walls just clenching on his dick, making it even harder for him to breathe. you moaned aswell, it felt so fucking good. if honest, better than heeseung.

"y/n, oh my god.. move, move, please!" he mumbled, your fingers still inside his mouth. you took them out and wiped them down on his sweater before starting to move up and down on his perfect cock.

the two of you were making so many lewd voices, it was crazy. this was better than porn. seriously, so much better. you moved fast, kinda desperate for a release too. "y/n, I'm close!" sunoo alerted once again and you smirked. "hold it."

sunoos eyes widened, this was absolutely crazy to him. literally, for so long, you kept telling him to hold it and he was trying to damn hard for so long. he found it unfair how you got to release whenever but he didn't.

"y/n, please.." he begged again, and again, and again, but you never really gave in. you continued cumming whenever and torturing him. now, the only sounds that were heard were you guys' lewd ass noises and wet squelching from your cunt.

you were so busy pleasing each other, that you didn't even notice heeseung walk into the room. "babe, I got you chick-fil-a—" heeseung said with a smile, but his smile dropped as he looked up, immediately dropping the bag in his hands.

you stopped, eyes widened as you turned to him. sunoos heart started beating so fast as he looked at heeseung. well, they were kinda fucked now but the situation didn't stop sunoo from releasing in you when he had the chance.

© kswlust || translations not allowed, pls don't plagiarize.

A/N : OH MY GOD THIS IS SO BAD I'M SO SORRY I'M CRYING I SWEAR I'LL WRITE SOMETHING BETTER NEXT TIME 💔💔💔

#kswlust #dior speaks ♡❀☆ #kpop #kpop smut #enhypen #sunoo #sunoo smut #enhypen smut #fanfiction #fanfic #slay💔

[mintsbubbletea]

𝐈𝐳𝐮𝐤𝐮 𝐌𝐢𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐲𝐚 - 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐬

a/n: This is my very first fanfic for MHA and i just started watching the show a few days ago (i mostly play my hero ultra rumble) so please bare with me and let me know if i should fix or improve any thing

What the story includes: Gender neutral reader, kissing, and some fluff

You stared at the boy with vibrant green hair, your eyes widening slightly as you took in his presence. Clad in your pajamas, you couldn't help but feel a mix of surprise and curiosity. Deku, sensing the awkward silence, turned his crimson face away from you. "Well, will you?" he asked, shifting his weight nervously. You were at a loss for words, unsure of how to respond to Deku's unexpected question.

After a few moments of standing at the door, you finally found your voice. " You want me to show you how to kiss?" you asked, your heart pounding in your chest. Deku nodded softly, his apprehension evident. "It's okay if you don't want to. It was a weird question to ask, anyways. Why did I ask you? You're such a good friend," he muttered, his words filled with self-doubt. Quickly, you interrupted his self-deprecating thoughts. "Izuku, I never said no, but why?" you asked, genuinely curious about his reasoning.

He sighed, his gaze returning to your half-asleep figure. "Kacchan and the others found out that I haven't kissed anyone. They assumed I lack experience because I haven't had my first kiss," he explained, trailing off. "It made me feel bad, so I asked you, knowing you're one of my closest friends, to help me out."

You sighed, stepping aside to let Deku into your room. "I don't mind helping, but couldn't it have waited until morning?" you asked, rubbing your tired eyes. "I couldn't sleep because of it," he mumbled, taking a seat on your bed. Understanding his restlessness, you nodded and joined him, noticing his hands fidgeting with his shorts.

Observing his nervousness, the blush on his face, and the slight trembling of his hands, it was clear that the idea of not having kissed anyone before weighed heavily on him. "Izuku, how am I going to teach you if you're not looking at me?" you gently prodded, hoping to ease his anxiety. Slowly, his eyes shifted to meet yours. "Good. Well, kissing should come naturally. There are no rules or guidelines. If you're with the right person, it shouldn't feel so strange," you reassured him with a small smile.

"You know," you said with a small smile, reassuring him, "sometimes you just have to go for it and see where the kiss takes you. Give it a try." You watched as he gulped nervously before leaning in, connecting your lips briefly before pulling away. "Like that?" he asked, his voice filled with uncertainty. Unable to contain your laughter, you giggled and replied, "Sure, if you're kissing your grandma." His eyes widened in shock, and he stammered, "Wha-"

"Joking, Izuku," you quickly reassured him. "Try to keep the kiss going and don't be afraid to touch the person you're kissing." Deku looked down, unable to meet your gaze. "I was joking! I didn't mean to make you feel bad-" Before you could finish your sentence, Deku's hand grabbed your chin, crashing his lips onto yours. His other hand gripped your side as his lips moved flawlessly against yours. Closing your eyes, you gave in to the kiss, your hand resting on the side of his neck. After a good five minutes, you both pulled away, the silence hanging in the air. A red blush formed on your cheeks as you tried to find the right words. "Y/n? Why are you so red? Did I do something wrong?" Deku asked, concern evident in his voice. Shaking your head quickly, you felt flustered. "No, I just wasn't expecting that. And you said you had no experience, right?"

"Nope, you're my first kiss," he chuckled nervously, scratching his head. "I really don't believe you. You kissed better than anyone else I've kissed," you said, your voice filled with surprise. "Even Bakugo," you muttered to yourself, but Deku caught on. "You kissed Kacchan?!" he exclaimed.

"No?" you smiled nervously. "Well, it was only one time. We were dared when we hung out with Denki and Eijiro. We might have been drunk, but that's not the point," you realized you were muttering and noticed a confused Deku staring at you. "Anyway, you shouldn't care what they say. You've already kissed someone, and you're pretty darn good at it."

"Thank you, Y/N, I truly appreciate it. He chuckles before rising to leave. Pausing for a moment, he appears lost in thought. "We should definitely do that again sometime," he suggests before exiting your dorm, leaving you feeling flustered.

#deku x reader #mha deku #mha #mha fanfiction #mha x reader #boku no hero academia #midoriya izuku #my fanfiction #mintsbubbletea

[ilumin]

Thinking of...

College rommate!Kaeya who's so popular, everyone on the campus knows him. He's handsome, polite, very flirty and so, sooo annoying.

Ever since you two started to live together, he was like a nightmare. He was always making weird comments about you, like- "oh, you should smile more", or- "you got only 70%? Honey, I thought you could do much better than that!"

And the worst part? Everyone loves him. And he knows it. He's completely aware of what impact his words have on other, and which string he needs to pull to get what he wants.

He's annoying, mean, very full of himself and-

"Hello, my dear roommate, can I ask you a favor?"

Speak of the devil.

"What do you want" you rolled your eyes, already irritated by his presence. He just asked you a question, and you want to smack him in his stupid pretty face.

"I need your help with a project. You're pretty good at physics, aren't you?" Kaeya leaned against a door frame, looking at you with his arms crossed. You hated the way he was looking at you. Even with all your hatred toward him, you need to admit - he was pretty damn hot.

"Yeah, I suppose to" you looked back from him to your laptop, trying to ignore this fucking warm building up inside your chest.

"Splendid. So, as my roommate, what do you say about some pizza and a small study session? My treat if it helps" his smile, oh, his smile. It was bright as a sun, which made him even more annoying. Now he's going to make you blind?

"Why should I help you, hm? When I asked for a help, you ditched me." you turned on you chair, raising a brow at him.

You could swear that, for a second, his posture seemed... Nervous?

"Ah, yes. But I think I've already apologized for that couple of times." Kaeya smiled again, coming back to his "mysterious" (his words, not yours) himself.

And yes, he did apologize, he even bought you flowers as a sorry. You bit the inside of your cheek lost in thoughts. You knew, you were completely aware how this'll go, but-

"Alright. But because you've promised, you're paying for everything."

"Sure thing, sweetheart"

"And don't call me that!"

"What? Wait, hold on-"

"Ughh, I've already explained it four times now, Alberich!" you throw your hands in the air. Youre tired, he's tired, and the pizza is already cold.

"I'm starting to understand why Albedo's drinks so much coffee after every study session he has with other students"

"Are you assuming that I'm the dumb one?" Kaeya laughed, taking a slice of pizza from a cardbox and then taking a big bite.

"You're dumb all the time, but being honest - why did you sign up for this project? If I'm not wrong, it's not even that important to the final grade and only few people volunteered" you squirm I'm place, trying get more comfortable in your seat.

"Why you, a person who's clearly just not into maths or physics, volunteered?" You raised your brow, looking right at him.

You started to observe his body language which seemed... On edge. Kaeya straight up a bit, his shoulders tensing and his eyes flew all around the room.

You two stayed in a silence in a moment, Kaeya chewing as long as he could to avoid answering and you, still staring at him and waiting for any respond.

Clearly loosing his confidence, but not wanting you to realized that (even if you already did), he finally swallowed last bits of pizza as he finally spoke.

"Would you believe me... If I would say I wanted to spend some more time with you?" His gaze finally meeting your face.

"What?" Your eyes wide in shock, as you look at him.

Kaeya? This Kaeya Alberich? Wanted to spend some time with you???

"Am I tripping or they added something to this pizza"

"I'm genuine, sweetheart." He's face surprisingly soft with a sweet smile, as he looked at you.

You both stare at each other, silence slightly uncomfortable, while you tried to gain your thoughts.

And then, it strikes you.

You're blushing.

You quickly looked away, not wanting him to see you at such vulnerable state. You hated him! Hated everything in his character and doings, so why, why on earth, you're feeling like a lovestruch teenager?

"And... That's why you asked me for help?"

"Actually yes." He shrugged, taking another bite of his pizza. He seemed not scared at all. Where in the meantime, you were still processing his words.

Kaeya was mean, very full of himself and dumb. You hated him with all your being, because only a glance from him could make your heart flutter. He could say your name and your knees was already weak.

You hated him for so long, you can't just give up on it like that.

"So... Would you like to go on a date with me, sweetheart?"

... Or so you thought.

HELLOOO!!! Hi, another "Thinking of..."!!!

I'm so glad you guys liked the first one so much, maybe I should make a small series?

This time, I don't have any incredible art- just a small sketch. This one fan fiction firstly had a complete different storyline so-

But besides that, here's some blushy software Calvary captain

Anyway, again, not proofread- let me know if there's anything you find!

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#genshin impact #kaeya x reader #kaeya alberich #genshin impact x reader #genshin fanfic #x reader #genshin impact fanart #genshin #genshin imagines #genshin fluff #Thinking of... #kaeya <3333

[alittledizzy]

ok based on a previous ask where you talked about how dnp's youtube era is over and phil is unwilling to change and dan is stuck in 2016 presentations, if you had the unlimited power to decide how their careers and channels progressed, what would you have them do? and also (if you don't mind a second question), what do you think they could potentially do to bring back old fans who have left?

omg okay waited until i had some time to dig back into this.

to the first question:

if i'm answering based on what i think would be good and healthy for them as people then i think they'd both do well with some kind of behind the scenes career. i think dan would love documentary making, getting to script and host, or even working on a series if he actually started at the bottom in a writer's room and learned some on the ground skill before trying to utilize his fame to get his own show right away. (this is dinok slander and i want to make that clear.)

for phil i definitely think he has a fantastic creative mind for off the beaten path projects and i think i'd enjoy seeing him work with indie filmmakers or horror projects, but just like dan i think a total track switch would require him actually getting some genuine experience in the field to be good. his late 00s youtube videos were great... for a university student in his weird era. the dapc videos were fucking hilarious for prank videos on a youtube channel. but for an actual Big Kid horror project he'd need to learn what works for audiences today and audiences that don't go into it loving phil lester like they do the air they breathe. (to be clear: i am the person who would love whatever he did. but i would also want success for him and that needs to mean it's good beyond what the fanbase accepts.)

to the second question:

i think the only thing that would genuinely give them room to bring back old fans would be an actual evolution, which they've avoided so far. they've had personal and professional growth but at no point have dan or phil ever fully just let go and stepped out of their old skins.

i think they'd have to come out as in a relationship, bluntly and blatantly. i think they'd have to embrace some openness that is neither easy nor comfortable for them. i think they'd have to actually learn how to lay to rest the old overaggerated on camera personas that are so easy to lean on when they're still in the mindset that they need to shield their true responses/natural reactions from a camera. phil is much better about this now, he's taken much more strides toward it but still - when you watch a phil video, tell me you can't predict the jokes that will come out of his mouth, and tell me you don't know that's not what he'd say if a camera is off.

but i do want to say again that i think they keep the old patterns for a reason and that i genuinely wouldn't want the above from them if it wasn't something they actually had reached a point of being okay with. i wouldn't want to see them try to force themselves into anything, but i think that's what is holding both of them back right now.

#anon asks #phan asks

[piningprecussionist]

"I need some air. The stupidity in here is making me feel faint."

Kim Pine RP and general Scott Pilgrim fandom blog; Asks always open (unless they get flooded, I suppose)

["Current" Event: GAME OVER! RESTART...?]

(Currently answering asks outside of the event and at a staggered rate; apologies for delays.)

Blog should be running on central time, I think, but I sleep at weird hours anyway.

Generally asking that you just be decent people, or make your asks exaggerated/obviously part of the bit you're building if you're going a certain direction. If I catch even a whiff of genuine bigotry, though, you're out pal.

NSFW asks tentatively allowed (until someone is a freak about it) [I need to clarify now that I mean this within the rp context: I will field nonRP NSFW asks without complaint. Stop. Bothering. The. Minors.]

Generally fine running separate continuities for Kim, you just need to specify, otherwise I'm working with my current amalgam of canon Kim stuff + blog canon (like anon shenanigans and stuff) (Bonus points if you can name our tag for me)

Theoretical fine with ship interactions, especially gay ones, but DO NOT ENGAGE ME IN THIS MANNER IF YOU ARE A MINOR! Thank you!

Characters I'm not interested in fielding ship content for: Lucas Lee, Hollie Hawkes*, Jason Kim*, basically any evil ex (aside from Roxie,,, maybe Patel,,,) Julie (...?)

Probably more but I don't expect it to be an issue, really- I don't think I've seen blogs for many of these or other characters

*nothing beyond acknowledging canon for Jason, theoretical cool with Hollie actually, it'd just need to be in a specific font, like some of the ones I am fine with but haven't specified- notably, with an understanding that as I write Kim, she could have feelings for Hollie, but after Jason has no interest in pursuing that (so for SPTO or pre-Jason stuff, specify and I'll consider!)

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Hi, welcome to the blog! When addressing me, just call me Pine; if you want to call me Pine in a RP ask, just note that somehow so I understand. I am 23, so please keep this in mind when interacting! My ooc tags are ooc, txt, and art (which I post my art under, obviously, so it may feature RP stuff.) OOC is sort of the catch-all?

I have an AO3 where you can see what fics I'm working on/have written.

Here's various versions of the media and how Hinged I am about them (answer: not very)

Movie: Least favorite Scott/iteration in general; fuck does it have some good lines though. Damnit. (I really do like a lot of aspects of it, but it IS my least favorite.)

Comics: 2 rereads down, favorite version; currently collecting panels for those with requests or questions relative to them (Starting 6 soon)

Show: Watched twice in full, halfway through a third run! (And set to collect Kim screencaps from episode 3!) Contender for favorite version, but has a lot of flaws, I will admit. (Also, begging for a "They Dated" extended cut from someone, please- I'd draw something for you maybe--)

Game: Very fun actually! Didn't know I could be good at this type of game; I have notes on most of the item stats for anyone that needs them- gonna start labeling every instance of the named NPCs eventually

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[xylomane]

Okay, so... I got Skyward blade. Woohoo!!! (Hoyo throw me my Haran pls) Anway am gauranteed but am sure am rlly gonna get it! 10 days time to grind! :DDDD OMG WAIT UPDATE I GOT HARAN I REPEAT I GOT HARAN 7 DAYS BEFORE BANNER END AAAAAAAA This is part 2 so make sure to read part 1 here How ya'll doing? :DDD

Eye to eye, the meaning of their stares completely incomprehensible. As they threw scowls at each other, you busied yourself in thinking of the mysterious source of such rivalry. The air began to feel sort of... thick here, truly a tough situation to not talk, it's taking all your willpower to not ask any questions. You decided to shoot a glance at your closest friend which had you noticing the somewhat pensive look on his stare—probably kind of deep or lost in thought. Little did you know that you have known your best friend so well over the years. Cyno is indeed thinking of something, his mind's been gathering every single information of Alhaitham, all of which you needed to know, but he wouldn't be blurting all those out with the actual rival facing him. He isn't that impulsive.

Alhaitham is an old student here—he came around the same time he enrolled on this school and there could've been no history between them if it weren't for the frequent arguements they had. Cyno's dislike of Alhaitham's attitude led him to disagree with most of his views and even the smallest topics that he discusses with complete rationality ticked him off. He'd give him the pleasure to be complimented by frankly admitting that his decisions are very well calculated but unfortunately, sometimes they feel wrong. Just before, you were thinking of how good of an ally he is and then, before you even know it, he'll change sides if that's what will help him achieve his own selfish goal the most. Alhaitham is the human embodiment of a double-edged sword, should you really allow a walking red flag into your life? He surely didn't befriend you for this kind of taste in men. Cyno's gaze sharpened more at the thought.

Alhaitham may have twinkled brighter among the gems of this school, but he's still undoubtely unpredictable. If anything would be predictable about him, it's that whatever will ONLY be his advantage will always be what he's after. That's why these years that they've been classmates, they've always silently pressed knives at each other's throats. Several times both of them probably wanted to cut it.

And with that, Cyno quiets his mind, having one firm decision on the platter. His gold-sand eyes slide towards you and he grabs you by the arm before taking a step forward. Confused, you look at him turn away and hesitated. 'Is he the one frozen or are you stopping him? Wait... you're?' Cyno turned his head around in disbelief and then proceeded a look of concern. Don't tell him- you actually want a conversation with this man?! Even with his look of request for compliance, you still refused and held your arm back... What is wrong with you? With a sigh, Cyno let you go. You look back at Alhaitham, soothing the part of your arm that Cyno nearly yanked with light rubs. You couldn't help but wonder, is Alhaitham really that much of a bother to him? Which side of Alhaitham is worth that perception? Left to wonder and investigate what must've caused the weird tension earlier, you decide to study your new found friend. As if in response to your stare of genuine curiosity, his smooth porcelain features face you. His eyebrows are slightly angled down but then they soften, and at that moment did you lose yourself to his vibrant rare eyes. The way those green irises blended to a brown color surrounding his pupil... how mesmerizing. Almost in a very... very... attractive way. Cyno couldn't believe his eyes. 'Are you seriously gawking at this man?' He thought incredulously. Who knew anyone would be attracted to this old-mental-aged bore. Ugh, he even feels guilty for saying that insult internally... but honestly speaking, what he just said doesn't seem to fit Alhaitham's personality. There seems to be... no way to insult this man. It was obvious for anyone to see the situation that you're gawking at none other than the attractive yet terrifying husband potential supreme student government president that never lets anyone or anything waste his time. Do you waste his time by just staring like this? What does he think of— As if Cupid decided not to shoot an arrow, a realization knocked over your head. 'Close your mouth, you gawking idiot.' The self-conscious side of your brain tells you. But isn't he just so beautiful to stare at? Where did he get those eye-contacts? Are those even eye contacts...? 'No, no, no!' You discipline yourself. You can't let the head-over-heels version of you prevail. Clearly, you don't want to make a fool of yourself. So instead of fretting about whether this man is spoiled by his genes or if he enhanced himself with products, it's a better decision to just... let everyone meet each other! You decided that since they're now your two friends, perhaps an introduction shall be done!

"Do you two know each other?" You first ask, breaking through the stretching silence. It's given that they had... maybe, a little history. You're not too shallow to not understand those ridiculous angry staring like they'd tear each other to shreds once you look away. Geez. But of course, you want to know the source of this drama but before that, you need the confirmation if they truly know each other, to be admitted by none other than either of their lips. In response to your question, Cyno deadpans you. Fortunately, it's not being rude, and you take this as a 'yes'. Since no one seemed in favor to speak, you tried to take the opt to answer your own question-

"We do know each other." Alhaitham suddenly admits. You smile and your eyes spark then he continues. "He's Cyno. A student in the same level as mine. We've been here for nearly ten years." He crosses his arms and his face remains neutral.

You can't help but lift your eyebrows in surprise to this statement. '10 years...? That's... a lot.' The way he said it too, it's so casual. Has Cyno truly always been honest with you? Why did Cyno never introduce you to him? Perhaps, maybe Cyno saw you uninterested in making friends with Haitham? But you often tried to catch a glimpse of this person for almost every second everyday, with or without Cyno and whether on the school fields or most especially in the library. He looked like the type of guy to not like being involved in social activities so you never engaged in any with him. Maybe Cyno just never thought of you interested in him? That might sort of make sense but you never saw things in Cyno's perspective, perhaps you can ask for his sometime after this. Alhaitham is the man that really piqued your interest. Out of everyone in the school, it's him. It was enough to have you following his trails, swearing honestly to the clouds above, you're not stalking. Just... just having a mild interest in someone. You simply want to follow his trails to just stop by at anything he's interested in, hoping you'll find a piece of him amongst those items. You wouldn't be doing that in front of him though. He might get the wrong idea.

When you had just bumped over Alhaitham today, you can't help but stare at his stature. With his gaze looking down on you, you just realized that one of the rumors about him in this school isn't false. He really does look scary. Because of this, you thought of how accurate the other rumors could posibly be. Factually speaking though, Alhaitham really is enigmatic, that part isn't a rumor. It's reality and to you, that's a given excuse for your dream to understand him. You love indulging yourself in the not-so-anticipating enigmas of people, Alhaitham being that. Whenever you look into his unreadable eyes, you feel like your staring straight at an equation with no directions, except the formula which is to think. What's in his mind? Why is he always so calm? How does he maintain his composure even during difficult situations? You've heard all sorts of different stories about him but none of them seemed to answer your questions. Some lower-leveled students that sought him for help on their research last year came back to their classrooms babbling about his brilliant ideas and suggestions. Others weren't so blessed to see his nice side for they completely ended up hating him and backstabbing him for his frank opinions. Does he... care about such reactions from people? Now you're really diving deep into your ideas of him. At some point in highschool, a few started calling him their unintentional life savior, because they were only able to graduate with his help. They must've took Alhaitham's words as a way to innovate while others took his frank opinions to heart and considered them harsh judgements. You can't help but look down to your feet. However, despite the cliques of haters, this man still managed to make ladies come after him. Last year, by their classroom hallways, there would always be a few beautiful girls on standby, blinking hooded eyes whenever he walked past the corridors and when he's completely past them, they'll scurry away with scarlet-wine cheeks, exchanging low titters and words out of your earshot. Going back to reality and popping your Alhaitham-study bubble, you give out an honest reaction.

"Woah... I never knew you guys know each other! Well, I call him by Haitham. How come you never introduced me to him if you both knew each other?" You ask Cyno beaming with what seemed like child-like interest. 'How dare you hint your voice with such a cute cheerfulness when asking about this man?' Sulked Cyno. You looked so excited to hear his own answer and it feels like you're teasing him. Cyno shifted uneasily under your pressure, knowing that despite your naivety of the situation, you actually might've known something. You catch Alhaitham's lips part but they close again as if what he wanted to say was not in favor of Cyno. However, Alhaitham's face did not betray anything and Cyno flashes him another intense glare. If looks could kill, you and Alhaitham would share a casket by now. "I just... didn't have time is all." Cyno excuses but there was an underlying bitterness within his tone. He directed his gaze away and shyly scartched his nape. You glance at Alhaitham and then to your best friend. Suddenly, their back at their glaring contest. You're not connecting any dots at all. This mysterious rivalry is sure radiating something ominous. What's the story between these two and why in the world do they act like their about to crush each other's balls? You heave a sigh, clearly bewildered of the situation. You thought it'd be better if you stop them from doing this right now but you needed to know the reason first, "Guys, what's—"

"Woah... we got some serious stuff goin' on here..."

'Who dared interrupt you?' You glance over the talker—a male student clutching a brown envelope of documents by his chest, watching the three of you in a bubble of your own dramatic scene with amusement. His eyes travel from Cyno holding your arm (which you didn't even notice him do just now) then to your two buddies having a glaring contest and then to you. When he glanced at you, he felt like a judge for a dating show. You knew by the way he was looking at you that he is trying to understand what this quarell's all for. He seemed harmless though, he's face held no negative signs and he seems to be judging you the the friendly way. He looked at you from head to toe as if studying with great focus on how you look and then suddenly, a slight chuckle comes out of his mouth. He got the wrong idea didn't he? *For people who don't understand, this student thought Cyno bb boi and daddy Haitham were fighting over who gets reader's love, he realizes you're actually quite cute and suddenly he thinks that's one of the reasons*

Alhaitham had long left that ridiculous staring contest that felt like something that would stretch on for eternity. Now his gaze has been shifted towards the new guest to your conversation. Cyno notices him not looking back but doesn't let his stare drift away until he notices you side-eyeing him with a "look over your shoulder" look. Cyno blinks a few times with realization and turns his head to his side just in time to see a bowing scholar. He looked down then up at the scholar behind him and did not know who he was. What was once a look of flaming irritance with furrowed eyebrows became a softened look of shame. He looks absolutely cute and guilty, you hid your laugh. He looks so flustered. "Uhm, hi...? Am I interrupting anything?"

"Yes you are." "No you aren't." "Not really." All of you answered at the same time. *cyno* *Alhaitham* *Reader* You look over Cyno, Cyno looks at you. Alhaitham looks at Cyno, you look at Alhaitham, and Cyno looks at both of you. "No." All of you answered. The student chuckles softly at this, looking so perplexed as he shifted uneasily before these three weirdos. He clumsily opened his brown envelope to flick through a few papers until he took one out. He then pauses with his mouth open and his eyebrows furrowed before pointing the paper at Alhaitham. "You Alhaitham?" He asks casually. "Yes." Your new friend answers. Suddenly, the student seemed to have regained his long lost confidence, along with his forgotten original personality. With a bright smile, he starts having a conversation with him like an extrovert out of it's shell. "Ah~ I've heard a lot from Kaveh about you! Come on sir, help me with my research! I heard you're very great in writing, let's just say I kind of suck at it but I'm trying. I'm thinking maybe you could judge my essays? I'm still confused about this part of the langguage..."

Suddenly, you and Cyno weren't even there but thank the heavens because it is a blessing to Cyno that the tension didn't rise into anything much worse. He wouldn't allow you to watch them have another one of their repetitious debates. It would be embarassing for you to watch two gnarling dogs.

A loud ear-piercing alarm suddenly echoes out of the school hallways and out onto the fields. You and Cyno flick your heads up on sync, recognising the school bell. You grab your own backpack from the bricked ground and then rushed towards the white marble stairs before the building entrance with Cyno trailing behind. As you two were walking by the corridors to your classroom, you feel that you've missed a step in your routines today. Well, not anymore.

"Cyno! How are you?!" You squeaked joyfully beside him, putting your arm around his own, knowing that maybe that'll ease him a bit from walking too fast.

But upon looking at his shadowy gaze towards Alhaitham, you quickly pick-up the hint that he might not be up for any talks today. But there's just this feeling that you can't shake off. It feels like you're intervening on something. Is there some sort of beef between these two that you may have missed for the past two years? Is that the reason why Cyno never introduced him to you?

Alhaitham's figure sauntered before you and Cyno, the student chatting with him in a rush to get to his class. He bid goodbye to Alhaitham and asked if they could meet by afternoon to which Alhaitham agreed on so the student could finally get to his class with relief. Cyno's stare did not waver and Alhaitham won't look back. To you, he seemed to be unaware of it but knowing that a person like Alhaitham probably knows everything behind his back and has a way with people had you doubting your senses. He even managed to stir the school with his famous name while still keeping a low profile. Then you remembered something one mid-August day last year. 'He knows a lot that he shouldn't,' One of the girls at the cafeteria gossiped. 'but he wasn't ever scolded by the teachers once!' Her hand reachers to cover her open mouth. 'I heard he even knew of Sir Azar's malevolence and that he was the reason he got kicked out of the school.' The girl beside her whispers loudly. 'A teacher asked him how he knew of this, said that he only thinks the teachers shouldn't be divided into two with the other group scheming for some trouble. So when he got tired of the school's corrupt system he gathered everything to expose him.' And the two girls shake their heads disapprovingly of Azar's actions. 'Isn't Azar the teacher in charge of checking the student government progress and is closely in ties with the principal?' A random blonde girl with a blue head band suddenly interjects to the conversation of the two girls. The two girls beside her exchange glances. "I heard he was planning to overthrow the principal with a scandal." This had an effect on the two noisy girls, reacting loudly with gasps of surprise. Ironic that the two instead were the ones to shush the blondie who probably had the lowest voice out of them three. You struggled just trying to pick up her full sentence and having to guess the rest of her sentence earlier. Unfortunately. the rest of their conversations were so low, it was never heard, how sad you can't hear much more. Why keep the low voices though? And then it hit you. Any gossip about Azar in the school has been banned. Rule made by, President of Supreme Student Government Alhaitham himself. For the reason? Maybe so people can give him the privacy he needs? Yes, that's very Alhaitham-like.

The thought was very random but you had no idea why it even stuck to your head. You shake it off, looking out the windows of the corridors overlooking the busy city after the forest-like boarder. Whatever Alhaitham is like, you're ready to know. You're friends now after all. But not all friends are good. Good thing you have Cyno by your side. You finally got inside the classroom. Cold air-conditioned wind brushed your soft cheeks and every bead of sweat on your face turned to a freezing touch of ice. You set your back pack beside wooden seat next to Cyno at the back row and when you take a sit, his gaze softens to meet yours. The glass window shot a ray of sunlight to his observing stare, revealing the beautiful hue of his golden desert eyes. Now's the perfect time to ask.

"Are you and Alhaitham—"

"How did your morning went?" (...) Blink once, twice, thrice. Did he just...cut you off? You raise an eyebrow.

"Come on, what's going on?" You groaned. No way you're letting this go off without context. Cyno sighs and gives in to what you want.

"We're friends. Just not close. I'm not saying his bad... even Tigh don't like him much. It's best not to get involved with that man." Cyno answers you, voice low enough for others to not hear, as he brought out a history book from his bag. His face is angled down, something unreadable written on his gaze below slightly furrowed eyebrows. You look at him and Alhathaim, dazed.

"Okay." You mumble as you slide your book gently on your table. What is it about Alhaitham that you don't know....? Even Cyno — your closest friend, the one you always get answers from, the one that always tells you what you needed to know —wouldn't want to share the answer to your question. Truly strange.

*To be continued*

#genshin impact #genshin #genshin scenarios #genshin imagines #al haitham #alhaitham #alhaitham genshin #cyno scenarios #cyno genshin impact #cyno x reader #cyno highschool au #cyno imagines #gender neutral reader #cyno x y/n #cyno x gender neutral reader #pulling for Haitham rn also happy lantern rite and do not expect me to have a consistent sched am sowi

[redstonedust]

re: your scar post. as a physically disabled person, your attitude makes me sick. 1) scar himself has said he's neutral about it. stop speaking over the actual disabled creator because you think you know better. 2) how DARE you say that going with magic is a "work around". i would fucking kill to have the aids that minecraft magic could provide. (1/2)

(2/3) 3) the presence of Xisuma having breathing problems is not "weird" if the writer doesn't write Scar with his disability because it's about the characters, not the ccs. 4) Scar is chronically ill. his disability comes from being sick. including that (in fic, at least) is not as simple as putting him in a wheelchair and giving him an o2 tank. 5) building on that, writing a chronically ill character is stressfull for some people- especially if, like me, your disability is in the same family.

(3/3) in conclusion: get off your fucking high horse and listen to disabled creators when they say they're neutral about people depicting their disability. if you're so concerned about us being under-represented, go support actual ccs instead of trying to shame people for not conforming to your personal ideals of a character.

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hi! ur wording was a little terrifying at first but i'm genuinely glad to get input from a physically disabled person who disagrees-- most of the disagreement i've received so far was from able bodied people and i do not give a rats ass about their opinion smfwmkf

i think the only part of this i want to argue back against is 1). i'd like to hope i was clear in my post that i am aware scar is neutral on the subject, but thought that listening to disabled fans who have expressed happiness at seeing him depicted with mobility aids and such was important too.

obviously it turns out not all disabled fans agree, and thats totally fair. i didnt consider how it could be distressing to write a chronically ill character if you don't want to be reminded of the personal realities of that, and i think magical assistance is honestly a cool choice if it's written well. like i said, he's a wizard/elf/vex, he can do what he wants.

ultimately that post was originally me just asking a question to the air: wondering why people wouldn't want to depict his disabilities. i didn't intend for it to be framed as "you must do this or you're a bad person" and i was worried it came across the way. after going back to re-read it i think giving hypothetical examples of why able bodied people may make that choice was a little aggressive of me and ignored that some disabled fans may be the ones writing him that way.

i know you weren't happy with the post, and may not come back to read this as you're not happy with me either, but thank you for your input, genuinely. i'm not personally going to stop drawing him how i draw him, and i'm not gonna delete the post as other disabled fans have agreed in the replies, but i'll hold my tongue in future for sure.

#asks #txt #long post #also sorry i didnt get to every point you made #i figured there wasnt much i could add to them honestly #like the xisuma part is just `yeah fair enough thats a different kettle of fish` #also mid writing this another similar ask came in and i got so confused between them. lemme go read that one and respond too

[dybalassunshine]

Island Kill - Chapter 2: The Warning

Seconds turned into hours as Ozil and Emi tried to decide whether to tell the others or not. There was no point in hiding it but there was no point in telling them either. They were hundreds of feet in the air. Haaland sauntered over to them and let out a snort.

"What are we waiting for? Shouldn't we tell everyone about the messed up shit?"

Ozil shook his head. Haaland didn't seem very pleased by that answer.

"Why not? They're as screwed as we are!"

"It's pointless. If they cared, they'd have noticed that we've been flying for too long"

"My man Emi, have you never flown before? Time stops in the air"

"It does but the sun has set twice already. How have they not noticed?"

"Look around man, they're all asleep"

Emi looked around and found almost everyone fast asleep. All except Di Maria who was staring out the window with his jaw wide open.

Ozil had spaced out of the conversation long ago. He was thinking of the possible reasons for this weird situation.

"Do you think we should ask the pilot?"

Emi and Haaland turned towards him simultaneously, possibly startled by him speaking out of nowhere.

"Huh?"

"The pilot. Maybe he knows something we don't"

"Oh yes. Maybe we should do just that instead of the Mission Impossible shit Emi is probably thinking of"

Haaland's comments went over Emi's head as he turned back to observe Di Maria who still sat with his mouth agape.

EMI'S POV

What's wrong with him? Why is he sitting there like that? Should I go talk to him... Hmm, maybe I should. It would definitely be an upgrade from Mute Mary and Big Boy Billy here...

Without giving it a second thought, I quickly went to see my friend.

He didn't notice my presence at all which is weird because he's the most present-minded person I know...

"Hey, Di, are you alright?"

Nothing.

"Di Maria!"

Silence.

This time I shook him violently. This seemed to work as he slowly turned towards me.

"Oh Emi, hi. When did you come here?"

"I don't know, a minute ago. You alright?"

"Yeah, why do you ask?"

"You were staring out this window for the last ten minutes..." Like an idiot.

"Was I really? Wow! I didn't even realize"

"Anything special out there?" I said with a slight giggle.

He smiled warmly at me.

"Why don't you take a look?"

I nodded and shifted seats with him. As soon as I glanced out the window, my jaw fell to the floor. The sea stretched beneath us for what seemed like infinity. It was a weird blue-green color. Small waves rattled the otherwise tranquil water. And in the middle of this vast sea was an island, beautiful and full of colors. It seemed like something out of a Disney movie.

Beside me, I heard Di Maria chuckle.

"See? This is why I was gaping out the window like an idiot"

I almost choked on air hearing the last part of his sentence. How did he know I called him an idiot...

"I know you thought that while I was staring out. I know you like the back of my hand"

I stole a quick glance at his face, searching for anger or sarcasm but all I found was genuine amusement. Di Maria might be the sweetest person alive.

END OF EMI'S POV

Their peaceful moment was disturbed by Neymar's loud exclamation.

"I THINK WE'RE HERE!"

Emi shook his head at the Brazilian's no filter loud voice. He was getting really tired of him and the vacation was yet to start.

"Uhm, guys? I think there's something wrong with my watch. It's showing today's date and time as April 7th, 7 AM..."

Haaland let out a wild laugh at Harry's question.

"Ah, so you finally noticed it? It's not only your watch my friend. It's the actual date and time"

Everyone started looking at their watches and a series of gasps and 'what' could be heard.

"While you guys make peace with the fucked up reality, Ozil and I will talk to the pilot. Feel free to cry."

With that, Haaland and Ozil made their way to the cockpit.

"Oh, man! Here I thought I was gonna relax for once!"

Many people agreed with Cristiano's complaint. Leo got up and went to the back to retrieve his bag. Emi went after him.

EMI'S POV

If anyone is here who can make any sense right now, it has to be Leo. He's the wisest person here.

I quickly make my way after him to the back of the plane where he's grabbing his bag.

"Leo! Wait!"

He turned towards me, his face calm as always.

"Yes Emi, is everything alright?"

"Not really, no. This... this whole situation is wrong. What's going on? Do you think we're in danger?"

He didn't seem fazed by my worried tone at all. He put his bag on an empty seat beside him and his other arm on my shoulder. His face turned uncharacteristically grave, adding to my fear.

"We've made a huge mistake by coming here. We shouldn't have agreed to this. I should have listened."

"L-Listened to whom?"

He opened his bag and pulled out a small folded paper. He handed it to me and told me to read it.

"I received it two days before we left."

As soon as I read the words written on that paper, I felt my blood go cold.

#lionel messi #paulo dybala #angel di maria #cristiano ronaldo #neymar #neymar jr #emi martinez #mesut ozil #erling haaland #harry kane #kylian mbappe #achraf hakimi #sergio ramos #island kill #football fanfic #football fanfiction

[rwby-redux]

Hey have you watched RWBY ice queendom yet? I mostly ask because there's a certain element that kind of vindicates your ideas regarding grimborne aura-based disorders that are more dangerous when an unlocked aura is involved in a roundabout way. I'm not going to say much more because I don't know if I'm spoiling anything for you but I am really want to get your thoughts on this new Grimm.

I haven’t seen it yet, actually! I’ll blame that partly on the 23K word fic I’ve been writing for the last two weeks (which I finally finished, thank goodness).

As for the other reason…

I’m sorry, but I can’t get past how creepy the animation looks. What’s up with those weird rings in her eyes? Why are her pupils so tiny?

Was this the look they were going for?

If that was the intention, then I’m sorry to tell you this, RWBY, but Hellsing Ultimate did it better. And just for context, this anime aired between 2006 and 2012.

Aesthetic quibbles aside, I’m still not entirely sure what to make of Ice Queendom. Is it a spin-off? A reboot? Like, why does it exist? If its sole purpose is to retell the major story beats of the original show (with a few characters and subplots added/subtracted to the story), then what, exactly, is the point?

I’ll have to check it out eventually, if only so I can give an opinion that isn’t just me ranting about how ugly it looks. Truth be told, I’m not excited by the prospect. (To say nothing of the recent V9 trailer, and the sheer dread I felt when I realized I’d have to watch it for the purpose of this blog.) I’m sorry to say that I haven’t heard anything about this new Grimm, so I can’t answer your question just yet. If this really is a case of Grimm being able to pass along illnesses, though, it kinda feels too little, too late. I would have genuinely loved the show exploring a concept like this—but from the onset, not as an afterthought shoehorned into some weird hybrid off-shoot series.

In the interest of impartiality, I'll try to reserve my final judgment until I actually get around to watching it. Who knows. Maybe I'll be pleasantly surprised. That would certainly be nice, for a change.

#asks #hivemind42 #rwby: ice queendom #grimm #auratic diseases #i'm sorry that my response is so unenthusiastic :/ #i speak

[punk-pandame]

1,2,3,5,26,38,49,65

weird asks that say a lot

1. coffee mugs, teacups, wine glasses, water bottles, or soda cans?

i have an emotional support water bottle i refill like three times a day and i love her, she's obviously my favorite. but she is exclusively for water. anything other beverage, i drink it out of a coffee mug; except when i want a Special Drink (same beverage drank out of a milkshake glass) to treat myself.

2. chocolate bars or lollipops?

lollipop. orange pwease :3

3. bubblegum or cotton candy?

BUBBLEGUM! i love to chew i love to stim i love to bite i love to loosen my jaw I LOvE to blow a jolly round bubble :D bubblegum <3

5. do you prefer to drink soda from soda cans, soda bottles, plastic cups or glass cups?

anything but a can. the mythbusters episode grossed me out. if you know you know.

26. favorite activity to do in warm weather?

ngl summer is genuinely hard for me in both the seasonal depression way and the poor heat tolerance + bad air quality asthma trigger way, so honestly? vegetating in my room with the AC running, writing or drawing or listening to music. i do love swimming tho so i can be lured outside with promises of a pool or a beach :3

38. lemonade or tea?

arnold palmer me babeyyyy i drink tea more tho, it's true

49. what saying or quote do you live by?

yknow i was just asking myself this the other day. for a long time it was "survive out of spite". and that was a good thing for me then, i think, because spite was really all i had left at some points to keep going with. but im in such a different environment and headspace and stage in life that i don't think it really applies anymore. i would say "do no harm but take no shit" but i take auto insurance claims on the phone all day. i do nothing but take shit and "do harm" in that insurance itself is a fucking scam and corporate america is the antithesis of everything i believe in as a person. so uh. idk maybe "livin' the dream". cause its something i can say in response to the customary "how are you" question that everyone knows means i'm killing them in my head. but also objectively my life is rather nice right now. i've come a long way. i have a great support network. i have a future i can actually look forward to. in quite a few ways, i really am living the dream. the duality of man? nah. the duality of "livin' the dream"

65. any permanent scars?

oh yeah, tons. i'm one clumsy fucker and my skin sucks alshjkghaj. mild injury descriptions below

most notable to me are:

the ones on my right ring finger from smashing a cup in my hand while handwashing it

the ones in my left knee from falling in gravel and getting a rock stuck in it and having to pull it out with tweezers at home (not fun) and then getting an infection from a rug playing lazer tag (i fell again)

burn-like scars behind my ears from an allergic reaction to tape :) that was a fun thing i learned in drama club that i was not expecting to learn

brand new but deep scars on my left big toe from stepping in glass

burn scar on the back of my wrist from the pizza oven at my first job when i was 15. it used to be like four inches long but now its just a little little pucker shaped mark. the way that healed still blows my mind,

#textpost #ask game #clown to clown communication #thanks for the ask!!! #i warned you guys i was gonna overshare asjkldghljkaskjdg

[theorist-influencer-untitled]

8.2.23 Wednesday

12:58 am

I feel like dying hope not... My entire left body is aching.... My S-bones are aching even my shoulders.... Super stress...

7:23 am

Uncle Jun went out already going to forest??? As early as 6am??? Going to Georgia and BetsilogZ gang??? ( always wearing a plastics coat)...

Still, have windblow trap... Thank God for today but we have no meal or ulam but we have rice... Weird! Awakened by a weird dream... I dreamed of my friend Mariel/ Mayee... In my dream I was in the big house then Mariel visited me and she slept in our big house overnight ( this is a dream). Then, I told her if she wanted to go home, in my dream I have a car, I told her that I will bring her to their house and Mariel told me no! I'm fine here with you. Then, I said yeah! Sure....You can stay here as long as you want... Then, I prepared a clothes for her so that she can take her shower...

Weird dream... Then, there are 2 guys in my dream who fixed the other parts of the house and told me that they will go back for the payment but one guy said the money left by your uncle on the table for your dinner tonight.... Weird! When I checked the money it is 1k pesosee. Plus, in my dream I have a yaya and I told my yaya to buy us a food for tonight... Weird it is for food tonight. Then the 2 guys went away driving their white car... Weird dream...

Then, I prepared a bathrobe for Mariel and some clothes.. Then,I got up plus this windblow...

Weird dream! Where and how is Mariel/Mayee?? My friend that I met in Cebu Pacfic Air, a lasalita or lasalites as well but she was from La Salle Taft.

8:37 am

Well, this is nice most specially the "dinette" having the description of a window covering that you can "snap in place" and "unsnap smoothly in place" as well... So, sweet...

I dream to have an actual "van house" for a trip... I love nature and I wanna have friends and people that are genuine on me, I wanna do "van touring crusade"....A prayer trip, one day or someday...

I love "benches and table"....Nice layout... I love to talk and feel the coffee... Literally perhaps beyond or just friendship or more or let's stick to the friendship and be genuine...

9:43 am

This Nana is crazy as well for being too much concern on Neko, she asked me if Uncle DD sent a money for df...I'm kinda irritated....I said Neko is fine Nana... She can eat porridge for awhile coz we don't have shampoo, I don't have lotions....Neko is fine... Probably a vitamins for Neko and John, will be highly appreciated by me now...

But Nana told me even some kiloz of df just mixed it on rice... Well, I don't know, we have to wait... But it is a good idea, I think I will mix the df on the rice coz if it is only df, Neko will not eat it unless there is a wet food or ulam ( an another expenses on Ate Liza's and still Uncle DD didn't pay for the 2k of Neko).

10:19 am

One more thing they always gave-up on Neko in times of difficulties,even Uncle Jun ( those 2 Uncle DD and Uncle Jun ). I'm catching everything here coz I'm an adult and mature!

We are doing the classic symbolism here... You can't give up on your child, in times of difficulties... It is important to "own it"....But they can't do it correctly!

1:11 pm

RV just sent me message about the dasca cable and this Uncle DD is somehow weird....RV told me that Uncle DD sent him a question about wifi here or the dasca cable of mama Trining... Who will pay it?

What did I say about that,RV told me... I just said to Uncle DD that you and Janna ( RV and Janna ) went to New Zealand already it was a company expenses, that I believed them...

I texted RV that I already told Uncle DD that I don't know but RV and Janna already went out to New Zealand...

The last time Uncle DD called me I told him that RV left the wifi equipment and it is up to us if we want to continue it... I told Uncle DD that I can't answer for it coz I don't have my own money yet to share... RV just left the equipment..

Meaning RV and Janna appeared here to give the wifi equipment and told me that they are still on process going to New Zealand.

Uncle DD's character is "tuso" or spinner or foxy... Coz he knew it already that RV and Janna were not staying here anymore...

Me? I'm just being a professional member of this family though I still need a job of course... I really wanted to have my own space and money... Sometimes I wanna kill a man, a man who is stabbing me from behind...

I wanna have my own thing... I feel self-pity coz I wanna prove myself... I badly need a job ( in a lil while )...

I still wanna remove my "deep smile lines"... I still want to buy Starbucks and wanna have my xfactor back and gain good friends along the way and friends on the uphill...

2:06 pm

Still, have windblow trap... I need money and job ( in a lil while )... I have a very,very low self-esteem... I need a work space where I can gain friends and vent-out and in a way share my heart's content.. Where I can have my xfactor back... I have very,very low self-esteem... I feel fat, ugly and old... 16 years aging me for nothing...

4:17 pm

Drinking coffee while resting but still doing my laundry grrr!!!

Done,cleaning the bathroom ( my self-esteem is very,very low... ) no lotions and bottled shampoo & conditioner and some kojic and most specially my carrot soap.

This is an example of "do do" pronounced as duduh... But down there...

Doing do do or duduh must be something positive or going uphill... So, take a do do if it is something helpful on you...

5:46 pm

This Uncle Jun is here already... It is just late afternoon then he turn off the bright lights in the living room....

#Youtube

[aloenopal]

I really like tarot.

It's just a genuinely kind and magical way to discover your feelings and feel part of the world, like there are other people asking questions about magic and love and the future too.

It's weird to feel kindness in the air, like it is a current we exchange and it is free. I have a heart. I was scared and couldn't feel it. And now I an softening and it feels like, oh it was here the whole time.

Here offering compassion with a deep understanding that sometimes it is hard to be kind in the world - that many people are born with trauma and we can spend a lifetime learning how to love, how to connect?

I don't know how I learned I want that. But I did. Maybe because people were kind to me? I found a kind place with kind people and now I want to stay and grow in this soil. I am sad I realized that means I'm not going back. My "one day" is less present. More distant. I'm not sure what that means. But it is more like, I've made this choice before, and I'm making it again. It's a series of stepping away.

[normal-horoscopes]

I have a question I hope you understand, and I hope you do not take the wrong way. Do you believe any of this stuff? Do any occultists really believe in what they say?

I firmly believe in spiritual realities, (I am a Christian). I believe one can consort with spirits beyond our understanding, but they are generally demons not to be spoken to. I truly do believe, hook me up to a lie detector if I seem insincere, I truly do believe that you can communicate with “gods” and devils, and that you can even gain worldly power through doing so, and that such activities are VERY dangerous and are NOT to be taken lightly, and you can LOSE your SOUL.

With occultists, it seems like you all take a jovial half-hearted approach to something which must be taken very seriously. I find it difficult to gage if an occultist is a true believer or if they’re merely bored. Truth be told I would assess the majority of occultists to be fans of fantasy ya lit like Magyck or Groosham Grange or even Harry Potter, and they wanted to play dress up.

Maybe I shouldn’t begrudge you, on grounds that the majority of Christian’s are cultural believers with familial ties, and how many truly believe in the tenets of Christianity is a bit up in the air.

I don’t know, this ask has gone longer than I meant it to because I am explaining myself too much. To wit: do you believe in cosmic powers? Do you believe material conditions can change as a result of magical practice? Do you think the majority of occultists believe these things?

That's a fantastic question! You worded it well and I genuinely appreciate both the time you took to write this ask, and the humility it takes to put your own beliefs out there like that.

I generally don't enjoy talking about my own spiritual briefs and practices here, Tumblr is weird enough about normal opinions, much less complicated and fairly personal metaphysical ones. The last thing I need is to have a cult form around me.

I consider "belief" to be a profoundly more complicated concept than people really understand. I'm not just saying this to be flippant or evasive, much of my background in education is from the computer science/math-logic end of things, my occult thoughts are heavily influenced by thinkers like Bertrand Russell and Ludwig Wittgenstein. Basically, people who were very concerned with the raw logic of the world, with capital t Truth, the fine details of knowledge, what it means to know. Not to say that my understanding of belief is somehow So Much Cooler And Deeper than yours, just that these are men who could spend an entire book picking apart the definition of the word "is." I like details.

As an Occultist, I would say that I am heavily influenced by the works of Agrippa and Sir Issac Newton. I am an alchemist at heart, a systemizer. I believe if there is truth to be found, it must be studied from many angles. What do Christians say about belief? What about Muslims? Jewish people? What does Hinduism think? Taoism? The myriad indigenous religions of the world? Non-religious cultures? What about Philosophy? Every single one offers a unique and beautiful lense through which one may understand the idea of "belief."

Suddenly, "belief" becomes this complex architecture of ideas with a dozen subtle meanings that all interact with each other in different ways, full of wonderful harmonies and contradictions! I feel that if there is a single attitude more antithetical to the occult than anything else: it is certainty. The world is abyss and phenomena.

Over the years I've found that humor is actually a surprisingly effective way to express this wonderful complexity. (Doesn't always mean that I'm successful at being funny though.) Humor has a way of softening the mind, helping the reader to entertain an idea without internalizing it, a skill I believe is critical to the study of the occult. Sometimes I'm just shitposting. Gotta keep people on their toes. Helps you stay humble.

Do I believe in cosmic powers? Yes and no. I believe I am a limited cog in a grand system of the world with a limited ability to understand my design. I figure if there is a god, it's rude to presume about her nature. There are things people call gods, and that's good enough for me.

Do I believe material conditions can change as a result of a magical practice? Maybe? It really depends on the magical practice. Like, I think airport security checkpoints and corporate branding can be considered magic, but I'm not sure if that's what you're asking. If you're asking if I think, say, astrology can be used for prediction? No. But that doesn't make it meaningless.

Do I believe the majority of occultists believe these things? Not a clue. I don't really consider it my business. Occultists aren't exactly known for their consistency. Who knows, by next month I might not believe any of this anymore. Sometimes it's hard to tell when I'm dreaming.

[michu-writes]

Kiss | Camilo x reader | Encanto short fic

Warnings/genre: Fluff, first kiss, short fic, a bit of crack because yeah

A/N: Camilo brainrot go brrr

I honestly just love this dude so much, like I just wanna be his best friend rn omg /pos

I hope you enjoy!

Prompt:

Person A: “Come on, you’ve never thought about it?”

Person B: "Maybe once or twice"

⚠️DISCLAIMER⚠️: This is not my prompt!

You and your best friend, Camilo Madrigal, were both just hanging out in your room talking about whatever comes into your minds.

You both were friends ever since you were babies and were always happy with each other, and never left each other's sides. You were inseparable.

You felt like you could tell him anything about everything, and so did he. You both always told each other's secrets, no matter what.

That is....

...Until you realized something.

Something that was totally unexpected.

A crush, maybe? What a cliché, childhood friends to lovers.

Yeah, no.

You both were unaware of each other's feelings, both of you were afraid of rejection. You two just kept it all inside for what? Months now? Or maybe even a year? You don't know.

Anyhow, this feeling was still exciting, yet stressful. What if he actually feel the same way? What if he don't feel the same way? What if this is the last time you get to hangout together?

There's so many thoughts swarming around, it gets overwhelming all the time. But sometimes you just gotta suck it up, and move forward, am I right?

This was all you could think of the whole time you and Camilo spent together. You didn't plan on confessing somewhat soon, you think you'd just mess things up.

Though, the Latino had other plans. He was simply waiting for the right moment to confess his secret love for (y/n), how cute. You were clueless about him having a crush on you back, even though he seems quite flirty at times. But he is to almost everyone, so you didn't think much of it. You thought it was normal that he acted that way.

But nope, he genuinely had a big fat crush on you as well.

You both were laying ontop of the bed, just staring into the ceiling as you were rambling about random thoughts. You had a bit laughs here and there, and a few 'plotanic' pick up lines, it was all going good.

But then.... Camilo came up with this random question out of no where:

"Have you ever... Thought about kissing your best friend?"

You were a bit shocked by that question just popping up out of nowhere, like how are you supposed to respond to that? Just say 'Oh yeah, I have actually like all the time'? No, that'll just seem a bit weird.

You looked at your best friend confused, wondering if he's being serious or not with a bit of sarcastic disgust.

"Come on, you’ve never thought about it?” He turned side ways to face you, resting his head on the palm of his hand.

"Maybe once or twice."

With that reply, Camilo knew this was it.

"Wanna try?"

...

Bro

What?

Is he really asking you to kiss him? Like on the lips? This has to be a dream, right? There's no way in hell he would say such a thing, right?

It was honestly scary. But you gotta admit, you really want to kiss him. I mean, you've been friends since diapers, it'll be fineeee.

Yeah, just fine.

"I-I- Uhm..." Still not knowing what to say though, you could feel the heat rushing to your face, turning red as Camilo was waiting for a response.

"If you don’t have anything against it… Then sure." And with that, he let out a little happy grin, quickly turning into a slight smirk.

You both awkwardly leaned towards each other, connecting your soft lips to one another.

It was slow and passionate, yet a bit short. It felt nice. It was like all your worries and thoughts just disappeared for a split second.

But then you eventually pulled apart for air.

Yikes

All that happiness is now gone.

"You're really good at kissing for your first time, hehe." He teased, only for you to snap out of it and turn even more red.

"Shut up, you dork!" You playfully lightly punched him on the shoulder as you both laughed.

But it's true.

It was your first kiss.

"I can't believe my first kiss was with you."

"Yeah... Well we are bestest of friends, right?"

"Maybe a little more than that, if you will." You pull him back in for another, longer kiss

#Encanto #Encanto x reader #Camilo Encanto #Camilo Madrigal #Camilo Madrigal x reader #x reader #y/n #x y/n #fluff #fanfiction #first kiss #Encanto fanfiction #Short fic #Scenario #Prompt #not my prompt

[jungshookz]

miss cee pd i have a request!!!! how about e2l tae x y/n but they're in law school and they're always arguing and debating inside and outside of the classroom and tae being a little shit is like "you wanna kiss me so bad" and they both don't realise that there's mistletoe above them which jimin put because he was tired of watching them constantly argue and wanted to fiZzle the tension hehe and then they KITH,, i hope this isn't too long aha

➺ pairing; kim taehyung x reader

➺ genre; sfw!! enemies to lovers!! everyone’s in law school!! mostly y/n and taehyung bickering with each other and wanting to jump each other’s bones at the same time

➺ wordcount; 4.3k

➺ what to expect; “don’t flatter yourself. i would rather throw myself into oncoming traffic than kiss you, kim taehyung.”

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“-now, the particular case study that was assigned to our group involves a civil action for medical negligence and a criminal prosecution for gross negligence manslaughter, which means that there are seven elements that we need to hit when we’re acting out our simulation next class,” you explain, flipping to the next page of your notebook with a flick of your wrist, “firstly, the client - jimin - must be interviewed so that we may determine the facts that surround the claim/prosecution. secondly, we need to draft witness statements - from hoseok and namjoon - and assess the legal efficacy of said statements. thirdly, we must assess the propriety of police interrogation from officer jungkook of the defend-”

you pause when a crumpled piece of paper lands by your left foot and you clear your throat quietly before stepping over it and continuing to pace back and forth at the front of the classroom

your eyes skim over your scribbled words as you try to relocate your place

…

ah!

here we are

“-ant, seokjin, through all transcripts along with the custody record. fourthly, we move on to assessing the reports that have been produced by the forensic experts-”

another balled-up piece of paper hits your foot and your head immediately snaps upwards from your book before you twist around to face the room

“would you cut that out, please?” you snap, already feeling your blood pressure starting to rise from a single glance at taehyung’s smug face

“what? i didn’t know how else to get your attention!” he hums, his arm dangling in the air with a floppy wrist, “my arm’s been up for the past three minutes, and you would’ve known that if you didn’t have your nose buried deep in your book.”

the reminder that you wouldn’t last a day in prison keeps you from lunging forward to wrap your hands around taehyung’s neck and you press your lips together to stop yourself from saying anything too crass

the last thing you need is for some professor to walk past the classroom while you’re cussing up a storm

your self-control has really been put to the test ever since you met taehyung

after all this time, you still don’t know what the guy’s deal is

he’s been a pain in your ass since day one

and for what??

for WHAT?!

at first you just thought that being a complete prick was just his weird version of being charismatic, but then you realised that he wasn’t being charming at all and he was really, truly, genuinely being a straight-up asshole

and, for the record, you’ve tried several times in the past to try to make things better but nothing’s worked

you said that he looked nice in his suit = he told you to stop looking at him like a piece of meat

you asked him how he did on the midterm exam = he told you that it was his right to keep that piece of information private and that you were being a snake by even asking about it

you said happy birthday to him = he said, and you quote, “yeah. it was until you got here.”

the point is, you’ve waved many white flags of surrender and extended many, many olive branches to no avail

at this point you’re pretty sure taehyung just gets off on being a jerk to you

and it’s not fair because it’s literally just you that he picks on constantly

at first you thought that maybe he was just threatened by your presence because you made it pretty clear from day one that you weren’t here to play around

powerful women are intimidating!

you totally get it.

…but then you overheard him offering rosé some studying tips and you even saw him help wendy carry her books for her and everyone knows that rosé and wendy are two of the smartest girls in the class, so why wasn’t he threatened by them?

...

the point is, he doesn’t treat anyone else in the class like this except for you and you can’t seem to figure out why!

what makes it even more frustrating is the fact that his stupid face is very nice to look at, so whenever he’s being mean to you, your dumb girl hormones drown out the sound of his rich, honey-like voice and place floating pink hearts around his head instead

“i’m so sorry i wasn’t paying attention to you, mr. kim.” you force out before gesturing to the notebook cradled in the crook of your arm, “see, all my notes are in here and i’m just trying to make sure that i don’t miss out on any details,” you point out, “and… i thought i said to save your questions for the end, did i not?”

“did you? i guess i wasn’t listening. sorry, sweetheart.” taehyung chirps, folding his arms and leaning forward on his desk, “anyway- don’t you think it’s a little unfair that you get to play the hotshot lawyer in this simulation?”

“everyone gets a turn to be the lawyer - last week, it was jungkook. this week, it’s me. everyone gets a shot to play the hotshot lawyer because our roles rotate.” you shake your head in disagreement, “how am i being unfair?”

“you assigned yourself, like, the coolest case study.” taehyung scoffs, leaning back against his seat and crossing his arms, “i mean… medical negligence and a criminal prosecution for gross negligence manslaughter?” his left brow arches before he turns his head slightly, “jungkook, what was your case study on again?”

“my client parked in a no-parking zone!” jungkook beams, nodding to himself, “i didn’t mind getting that case, though. it was actually pretty fu-”

“you hear that, y/n?” taehyung turns his head back to face you before gesturing behind him, “jungkook also thinks his case was boring as hell- his client parked in a no-parking zone and you get to deal with corrupt doctors and accidentally-but-not-really-accidentally-run-over-by-a-car pedestrians.”

your jaw clenches in frustration and you resist the urge to take a heel off and bash taehyung’s skull in with it

being forced to wear nice shoes to school would be so much better if you were allowed to commit cold-blooded murder with them

“well, that was last week’s case, so even if jungkook thought it was boring…” you pause, turning to set your notebook down on the front desk before twisting back around, “he’s already had his turn. and now it’s my turn!”

“you could’ve given me this case.”

“oh, please.” you snort, rolling your eyes before leaning against the front desk, “you wouldn’t have been able to handle a case this big. this has my name written all over it.”

taehyung scoffs, rolling his eyes, “the only reason why it has your name written all over it was because you grabbed it with your grubby little raccoon hands before anyone else had the chance to-”

“i-!” you pinch the bridge of your nose before letting out a laugh of disbelief, “oh my god, i refuse to have this conversation with you again, taehyung- for the last time, it was a first-come-first-serve situation, and you probably could’ve gotten this case if you weren’t so busy watching netflix in class-”

“you guys-” namjoon clears his throat, his shoulders drooping when the two of you ignore him, “…never mind.”

this always happens

you guys somehow always find something to argue about no matter what

in fact, namjoon’s convinced that you guys could sit in complete and utter silence and still find something to fight over

“how long do you think the argument will last this time?” yoongi leans over, “i bet you ten bucks it’ll last longer than last week’s fight.”

“no way! last week’s fight was half an hour long-” hoseok chimes in, “…they can’t possibly argue for longer than thirty minutes… can they?”

“remember that time they fought over a sandwich?” jungkook sighs, leaning his cheek against his fist, “that was a forty minute argument.”

“they fought over a sandwich?” jimin frowns, turning to glance towards the front, “what was there to even argue about??”

“y/n said that the spread was dijon mustard and taehyung said it was horseradish mustard,” seokjin purses his lips, “…i actually ordered the same sandwich and i’m pretty sure it was just regular ol’ yellow mustard… but i’m too afraid to tell either of them they’re wrong about it.”

“oh my god-” jimin scoffs, “forty minutes arguing about mustard?? really??”

“yep! i even recorded the whole thing just because it’s actually pretty interesting listening to two people scream about mustard so passionately for so long,” jungkook pulls his phone out of his back pocket, the rest of the boys scooting in closer to his desk, “by the time we finish watching the video, they’ll… probably be done arguing with each other. maybe.”

“-ow thick is your skull, taehyung? were you dropped on your head as a baby??” you scowl, “if i was a teacher’s pet like you say i am, then i would’ve sweet-talked my way out of being in a group with you. also, you know what? i wasn’t going to bring this up, but the only reason why we’re here during christmas break is because it was your idea to practice during the holidays-”

“yeah! you get to practice your big show in a huge, empty classroom without getting nervous about someone overhearing you practice speaking in your dumb, professional lawyer voice-” taehyung gestures around at the spacious atmosphere, “if this is your way of being thankful to me, you have an awfully funny way of showing it-”

“do you know what i could be doing right now if i wasn’t here?” you scowl, placing your hands on your hips as you glare at taehyung

“hm, let me think…” he hums, leaning back against his chair before kicking his legs up onto his desk, “bending over and trying desperately to pull the fat stick out of your ass?”

jimin sits up a little straighter as he peers over the top of namjoon and seokjin’s heads to check and see if you and taehyung are done arguing yet

your ears are turning red and there’s an animalistic, frenzied look behind your eyes, so... nope. definitely not done yet.

after all this time, he still doesn’t know why you guys fight the way that you do

it’s like you enjoy pushing each other’s buttons and irritating each other until one of you inevitably snaps (you’re usually the first one to fall off the rocker because taehyung is alarmingly good at being irritating)

“ooh, hold on-” jungkook grins, pointing to the screen before whacking jimin’s arm in rapid smacks, “my favourite part is coming up, you have to pay attention-”

jimin looks away from you two and back down at the screen

“-the low acidity liquid gives dijon mustard that intensified heat and the classic pungent flavour which is very obvious in this sandwich!” you exclaim, peeling the top slice of bread off to reveal the inside, “and look at that colour! that is literally dijon mustard-”

“okay, fine! it’s dijon mustard.” taehyung responds while inspecting his nail beds

“no, you’re not listening to- wait… did you just agree with me?”

“yeah!” he sighs, crossing his arms, “the mustard used in your sandwich is dijon mustard. and also, the sky is green-”

“oh my god, you piece of-!”

jimin looks up again when he hears your voice rise a couple of octaves

this is the part of the argument when your ‘i’m-fine-don’t-touch-me-I’M-FINE’ voice comes out

“wow! you are-” you laugh, shaking your head as you lean down and place your hands flat on the surface of taehyung’s desk “you really are something else, kim taehyung. i-!”

you let out a yelp of surprise when taehyung suddenly reaches over and yanks at a section of your hair

“ow!” you whack his hand away before flicking your hair over your shoulder, “wha- what the hell was that for?!”

taehyung doesn’t flinch at your aggressive tone and he looks up at you, completely unfazed, before giving a half-hearted shrug

“it was hanging, like, right in front of me. i couldn’t not pull on it.”

“well, your tie is right there but you don’t see me reaching over and pulling on it to strangle you because it’s right in front of me-”

“oh, threatening to choke me, are we?” taehyung hums, “i’m suddenly feeling very unsafe. should i get one of the guys to call campus security for my protection, miss y/n?”

“do you guys think we should break things off?” seokjin glances over his shoulder at the escalating scene, “ideally, i’d like for this to not turn into a how to get away with murder scenario…”

jimin narrows his eyes slightly as the gears click-click-click away in his head, leaning back against his seat and reaching up to tap at his chin

there’s something about this situation that’s reminding him of something but he can’t quite put his finger on it

“oh my god, you are such a child-!”

jimin’s eyes suddenly widen in realization, a lightbulb appearing at the top of his head

!

does taehyung like y/n?

...

oh, wow

taehyung has a full-blown crush on you!

how could he not have noticed this before?!

taehyung is literally the bratty little boy pulling on your pigtails because he doesn’t know how else to get your attention on this playground!

a comment from a former conversation with you briefly flits through jimin’s mind as he continues staring at the two of you in awe

he doesn’t remember how exactly you guys started talking about it, but he does remember you saying these words to him:

“i mean… yeah. of course i think taehyung’s attractive. maybe in another universe where he’s not bullying me 24/7, i would be more open to admitting to myself that i might have a slight crush- i-i mean, i- what did we say we were going to get for lunch today?? sandwiches?? we should get sandwiches, the place is right here-”

how could he have forgotten you said that to him?!

it’s like he finally has his hands on the missing puzzle piece... and it’s up to him to finish this puzzle!

“i have a plan.” jimin whispers to himself before reaching over to grab onto jungkook’s wrist, “i know what i have to do!”

“huh?” jungkook frowns in confusion, pausing the video before looking over at him, “what are you talking about?”

“just-” jimin gets up from his seat quickly, the chair screeching against the floor, “just make sure they don’t stop arguing with each other while i’m gone because i might take a while to find what i need-”

“you know, i don’t think that’s going to be an issue,” yoongi snorts, everyone looking towards the front to see you glaring at taehyung like you want to rip his heart out of his chest and eat it raw, “check out that throbbing vein in y/n’s forehead.”

“forget about her forehead vein-” jungkook shakes his head, “has no one else noticed how tightly taehyung clenches his asscheeks whenever he’s pissed? those trousers do not hide anything.”

everyone’s eyes immediately gravitate down to taehyung’s ass, hoseok and seokjin bursting into giggles at the sight

“what the fuck is your problem?!” you scream, taehyung’s eyes widening at your sudden outburst, “you’ve treated me like shit from day one and i’ve literally done nothing wrong!”

“okay! i think we should all just take a step back and take a deep breath…” namjoon gets up from his seat slowly, “it’s getting a little intense-“

“nothing wrong?! oh yeah, because you’re little miss perfect-” taehyung spits out, “don’t play dumb, you know exactly what you did!”

“what did i-!” you throw your hands up into the air, “please, i am begging you to tell me what the horrible thing is that i did that made you decide i was public enemy number one-”

“i heard you talking shit about me at the very beginning of the semester when you didn’t even know me! we’d never met and you didn’t even bother trying to get to know me before you formed your own opinion of me based on the way i looked-” taehyung snaps, “you said that i looked like an entitled, obnoxious frat-boy who didn’t even know left from right and only made it to law school because his daddy gave the school a generous donation- so if we’re really going to talk about who the real asshole is in this room, i would suggest re-evaluating-”

you feel the blood drain from your face at the reminder of what you said about taehyung on the first day of class

...oh.

...

okay, yeah, you... might have said that stuff, but it was only because the other people you were sitting with at the time said stuff like that and... and you were so desperate to find a group of cool law-school friends that you were totally willing to say and do anything they wanted you to do or say!

it obviously didn’t work because you don’t sit with them anymore, so...

yeah, it was a bad move to talk shit about taehyung like that without even having spoken one word to him, but if this proves anything... it’s that peer pressure is dangerous!

“well, why didn’t you just-” you stammer, feeling your face starting to heat up from embarrassment, “why didn’t you just tell me about this earlier? we could’ve nipped it right in the bud-”

“i much prefer the bullying because the feeling i get after seeing the defeat in your eyes is equivalent to a full-body orgasm-”

“oh my god, you sick freak-”

“uh, you guys-” namjoon cuts in again, holding his finger up, “can i just s-”

“okay, fine!” you raise your hands in surrender, “i’m sorry, alright? i’m really sorry. what i said about you was shitty, but i don’t see how bullying me for months on end was a good solution-”

“can you two shut u-”

“oh, i never said it was a good solution, y/n,” taehyung purses his lips, “like i said - i just did it because it was fun-”

“guys, if i could just get one word in-”

“do you even realize how psychotic you sound right no-”

“HEY!” namjoon suddenly bellows, you and taehyung jumping and clamming up immediately in alarm

“what??” the two of you ask at the same time, pausing to glare at each other for a split second before looking back over at namjoon

“i…” he trails off, his eyes flickering upwards, “…know this is kind of awkward timing, but…”

you and taehyung look up simultaneously, your eyes widening to see a dinky little shrub of... mistletoe? taped at the end of a meter stick

oh no 

oh hell no

“kiss first, and then you can apologise for what was obviously a huge misunderstanding and you can apologise for being a huge prick later - pucker up, lovebirds!” jimin chirps, waving the stick a little and watching your eyes go side to side like a ping-pong ball, “don’t be shy! also, i know the mistletoe looks like a clump of grass that i tied a red ribbon around- just don’t look too closely at it-”

“ha!” you let out a laugh before shaking your head quickly, “no way! i don’t know what you people think is going on here, but it’s certainly not that- you can’t just dangle a plant over my head and force me to kiss him-”

“what’s that supposed to mean?” taehyung scoffs in offence, tilting his head upwards slightly, “anyone would be honoured to be under the mistletoe with me!”

“yeah. anyone out of their mind.”

“aw, c’mon, you guys…” hoseok pushes his bottom lip out in a pout before clasping his hands together, “kiss and make up! we all know that’s how it works. let the christmas spirit take over your bodies and fuel your weird hate-love for each othe-”

“the sooner you two kiss and make out, the sooner i can get the hell out of here,” yoongi interrupts, snapping his fingers, “c’mon! plant a fat one on each other!”

“the only reason why y/n’s getting whiney about it because she knows she’ll fall in love with me the moment she kisses me.” taehyung suddenly speaks up and you immediately look back down at him with a glare

fall in love????

with him????

it’s not going to take a single kiss to fall in love with taehyung - it’s going to take intensive exposure therapy to fall in love with him!

“don’t flatter yourself. i would rather throw myself into oncoming traffic than kiss you, kim taehyung.” you growl, smacking your hands down on taehyung’s desk so violently that it rattles beneath you

“now, now. there’s no need to lie…” taehyung chuckles lightly as he pushes his seat back slightly and rises to his feet

“i’m not lying! i don’t want to kiss you!”

“do too!”

“do not!”

“do TOO!”

“do NOT!”

“you know, you just sound like you’re trying to convince yourself that you don’t want to kiss me-”

“you’re the one who keeps pushing it-” you jab a finger into his chest, “maybe you’re the one who wants to kiss me!”

“you think i wanna kiss you?!” taehyung laughs, flicking your hand away from him, “now look who the delusional one is!”

“i thought this was supposed to fix the arguing?” seokjin mutters under his breath, jungkook offering him a shrug while keeping his eyes glued on you and taehyung

he was running out of things to watch on netflix and this makes far better entertainment

the only thing that would make this better was if you and taehyung had at it in a grimy boxing ring half-naked

“i can’t be the only one thinking that all of this could be easily fixed if they just boned each other.” jungkook snorts, the other boys turning to look at him, “…what??”

“i wouldn’t kiss you even if you were the last man on earth.” you snarl, your voice wavering slightly

“you really expect me to believe that?” taehyung tilts his head, “don’t think i didn’t catch the way your eyes just flickered down to my lips, y/n...”

you feel your heart starting to pound in your chest when he places his hands flat on the desk as well, the tips of his fingers brushing over yours

at this proximity, the little voice in the back of your head can’t help but point out how pretty taehyung’s eyes are... and how nice he smells... and how soft his lips look...

...do you wanna kiss him?

oh, god

do you wanna kiss kim taehyung?!

no, you don’t

yes, you do

what??

WHAT?? 

“you wanna kiss me so bad, and you know it, y/l/n.” taehyung taunts, leaning forward just a little more

at this point, your faces are merely an inch away from each other’s and it wouldn’t take much effort to just lean in and… you know.

“i hate you.”

“if you hated me so much, then you wouldn’t be making such a big deal over silly little mistletoe now, would you?” taehyung smirks, pulling away before making his way around the desk so that he can get closer to you, “you like me but you’re too much of a wimp to admit it!”

“i like you?!” you gawk, “more like you like me!”

“okay-” jimin huffs, lowering the stick before taking a step back, “i really thought this was going to work, but my arms are getting tired, so if you two aren’t going to kiss, then i- oh-” his eyes widen in surprise when you and taehyung are suddenly lunging at each other not a second later, your hands cupping his cheeks and his hands gripping your waist as you kiss far more feverishly than he thought you two would

oh

oh my

“see, what’d i say? sexual tension!” jungkook kisses his teeth, leaning back against his chair and crossing his arms, “all that pent-up energy from arguing has led to this beautiful moment-”

“you’re an- mm- you’re an awful kisser, by the way-” taehyung mutters against your mouth, lips turning up in a boyish grin when you retaliate by shoving at his chest

“so are you!” you pull away only for taehyung to pull you right back in to press his mouth against yours again, “’m hating ehvery minute of this-”

“ah… isn’t young love sweet?” hoseok coos, jumping in his seat when taehyung suddenly shoves you up against the front desk with a thud, “so passionate!”

“okay, we’re just going to-” namjoon gets up from his seat gesturing for the boys to get up as well, “we’re happy to see that the argument has been settled!”

he hurries everyone to the front door and turns to glance over his shoulder, “when you guys are done, just… let us know! we’re going to pop over to starbucks for some hot chocolate. so... text one of us. or call! or you could use snapchat- it’s up to you, really-!”

namjoon doesn’t get a chance to say anything else before yoongi’s yanking his arm and pulling him backwards, reaching over to slam the door shut

a moment of silence goes by in which everyone takes a second to process what exactly just happened

“take your shirt off-”

“you take yours off first!”

“i... can’t tell if my plan was a success or a failure.” jimin mutters to himself, reaching up to scratch the back of his neck

“hey, if it makes you feel any better, at least they aren’t arguing with each other anymore!” jungkook cheers, clapping his hands quietly, “it’s a christmas miracle!”

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